Monday 21 February 2011

Back on track. 7 days and counting.

Today I finally lost all my weight I put on in America and over the funeral period.
I am now back on track and the lowest weight I have been in the last 12 years. I doubt very much I will be the weight I wanted to be for my trip to London next week (unless a miracle takes places of course) but I am very happy with where I am at the moment.

Cant believe in 7 days, I will finally be seeing the dress that has kept me going since September. It will be such a boost, that I so desperately need at the moment.

I'm not sure if I will see the actual dress or a photo, not really sure how it all works. Heck I have never even been in a fashion house before let alone seen a made to measure garment.

So excited, will let you know how it goes. x


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Sunday 20 February 2011

Best seat in my house.

Early indications from Jasper Conan’s new tumblr site suggested in my eyes a black, white and silver monochrome theme.

Black and white photos, black shoes, black and silver invitations, piano key like images. In fact unlike the very citrusy colours of the S/S 2011 collection it appears to be typically Jasper Conran.

I was so excited about the early signs as I love that black, white and silver look. Very, very 20’s and 30’s and quite Hollywood.

Would the collection, be anything like this?…..Or are they sending us on a goose chase or is it my perception from an untrained eye, very wrong?




Sitting on my bed, laptop balanced on my knee, coffee in one hand, daybook in the other, I'm ready.



The stage is set, Lights, camera, action!!!



OK, ok, I am very wrong... Hollywood NO! 20’s 30’s NO!





Try London in the 60’s. .



Beautiful, black straight silhouettes graced the screen first, boyish mod look with zipper tops and over the body courier type bags. Black hot pants and long straight legged trousers. Then came the shift dresses in White, black and silver colours. All teamed with black opaque tights and small squared heeled shoes.

Thigh high boots were seen, with short skirts and more zipper tops. Also a fantastic two piece suit with a short skirt and double breasted jacket, which I want.

Then came the metallic bronzes and copper colours. Reptile like print shift dresses and skirts with more opaque tights. Suede sleeveless jackets and skirts added to the 60’s theme.

Of course something else Jasper does really well is to accessorize. Beautiful Stephen Jones oversized hats made an appearance and the fluffy clutch bags were fun.

The crowning glory was an oversized fur coat, which didn’t float my boat but appears to be popular with fashion writers and bloggers on twitter at the moment. Just goes to show what I know.


All in all, the whole collection was very Jasper, feminine, wearable, tailored, simple, elegant and most importantly obtainable to the everyday women like me.





Please note, I am not in anyway, experienced in the fashion or writing worlds. The above is the personal opinions of an untrained individual who as seen the collections once on a PC via live streaming and is writing from memory

Saturday 19 February 2011

Break a leg everyone.

The stage is set,


My front row seat is reserved by the PC,

The Asti is on ice,

So let the show commence.



London Fashion Week,

Jasper Conran,

Autumn and winter 2011,

20th February 2011, 12pm,

Somerset House, London.



Live link, .
http://bit.ly/i4NGn4

Friday 18 February 2011

Proud owner of this dress.

Fabulous floaty dress.

Navy striped shirt dress on Debenhams

Gina reviewed Navy striped shirt dress at Debenhams and gave it 5 out of 5 stars.

I brought this dress while in need of some retail therapy and by jove, did it do the trick. Eveytime I wear this dress I feel so feminine, floaty and fantasic. As you can expect with Jasper Conran it is taliored to hide what needs hideing and to flaunt what can be flaunted. Wear it with Jeans, leggings, tights, bare legs, flats or heels you choose. Whatever you wear it with, you cant help but feel a million dollers in it. Go on treat yourself

Bad chest?

Returned back from my parents house yesterday, with 6 pounds more weight and a bad chest (bad chest is a family term that indicates my Asthma is playing up.....is your chest bad?, I have a bad chest at the moment. Wrap up warm you don't want a bad chest.....  Don't ask me why, I don't know. Its always been referred to it in this way).

Steroids were prescribed by the Doctor this morning. They will do wonders for my asthma, but nothing for my weight, or the joys of a big round bloated face for a couple weeks. Oh how I cant wait!!! And I am seeing JC at the end of this month. Bonus!!

Thursday 17 February 2011

Have you heard the saying....Dont bite the hand?

Observation from Twitter today,
A fashion student, made some really rude comments about a certain designer, who is close to my heart. Not only about their designs but also quite personal comments as well.
And it's not a rare occurrence either. Fashion Students regularly take it upon themselves to voice their opinions though the medium that is twitter about established fashion houses.
I don't really have much experience in the fashion industry but I should imagine it is a very secular community and people know everyone else and have very long memory's.

All I have to say it.....

I love the way some fashion students slag off fashion designers on Twitter..
Don't these people know, they will need jobs after graduation?

Wednesday 16 February 2011

They ate their way around Wolvehampton.

Those words were said this week and really sum it all up for me.




My Nanna died about three weeks ago and her funeral was on Monday, Valentine's Day. She was my maternal Grandmother and to say she lived and loved her food is an understatement.



Early memories of her were when I was around 9 years old. Sometimes on a Saturday night my sister and I used would go round her house for tea. The meal was always the same, adult size portion of fish and chips each finished off with a third each of a Walls mint vienetta, washed down with gallons of Lilt. Oh and of course don't forget the two pieces of bread and butter. I should imagine there was enough calories in this one meal to last an average 9 year old a week. And if we didn't eat it, we must have been ill or have eaten too many sweeties before we went round. In fact if Nanna hadn't fed us enough she felt as if she hadn't looked after us right.



On Sunday lunchtime she would go to the Berni Inn a chain of steakhouses, one of which was in Wolverhampton. Firstly she went with Grandad Fred and then when he died, she went with her friend Sid or Uncle Sid as I called him.

Nanna would come back from the Berni, telling us stories of the people who used to go there and of the food. Juicy steaks served with, beef tomatoes, mushrooms, egg, onion rings and huge chunky chips. She would bring back her cocktail umbrellas and I would use them as parasols for my Sindy dolls.

I used to beg my parents to take me to the Berni. I wanted to go to this magical place and have all those delicious things on one plate and have the drink that went with the cocktail umbrella. I used to imagine what the place was like and what the people were like that went there. All the ladies dolled up in their finery and the men in their suits looking their Sunday best.
They never did take me. Funny enough, I asked my Mom afterwards at the wake why we never went and she told me they could never afford it. Must have been a pricey place then.

The berni has long since gone and so as Grandad Fred, Uncle Sid and now Nanna. But even now I regard a steak as a very special treat and only ever order it on very special occasions.



As we were sat there on Monday afternoon listening to the Ministers eulogy, I wondered about those Saturday night suppers and realised I never really stood a chance with my relationship to food. It was in my genes to love it and to struggle with the consequences of that relationship.

Looking around the chapel at the women of my family and believe me there are lots of us, I realised that they too have had that love of food and battled against it at one time or another. Is this nature or nurture? That’s another blog post another day.



The Minister summed it up as she was talking about Nanna's hobbies and interests,



Lillian enjoyed going out with her friend Sid, as they ate their way around Wolverhampton.



http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berni_Inn
 

Friday 11 February 2011

Its been too long, my friend.

I'm sorry I haven't posted for, well quite a few months actually. Life seems to run away with it and well I haven't really had a very good 6 months, what with one thing and another.

My Healthy eating plan is going on. Fell off the wagon with a bump on one or two occasions but always got back on with a smile. To today's date I have lost 3stone 3lb and very, very happy. Dropped two dress sizes and finally getting rid of my double chin.

In fact my chin is like some sort of measuring device. If I have been a bad girl with my eating, I have what I call chipmunk cheeks. The fat seems to sit on the side of my jaw bone and just underneath my cheeks. When I smile they puff out slightly giving the impression of a little chipmunk storing his nuts in his cheeks.
I have always said, if when I have reached my goal my double chin is still there it is being sucked out with the hoover as my son would say.

Exciting news thou, at the end of February I am off to Jasper Conan's beautiful flagship store in Mayfair, to view the dress I am going to have made when I have reached my goal weight. And of course a blow by blow account will be posted on here. I truly cannot wait and frantically saving for it.

Many people have said to me, why would I spend all that money on one dress when I could have a holiday and wear a bikini on a sun kissed beach somewhere for the same price. The answer to that is quite simply.. since I was 15 I have wanted a made to measure Jasper Conran dress. Before I've either never had the figure, the money or even the knowledge that people like me could have a designer dress made. But now I know all these things are achievable thou hard work and determination. And anyway a holiday will last two weeks tops, that gorgeous dress will be in my wardrobe for a very, very long time to come. And my God I will have worked hard for it.