Wednesday, 23 December 2009

Vacuous Soldier of the Thrift Store Gestapo

The new modcloth dress fits perfectly. It is a little strange, but feels quite original. And I missed my gold t-straps...they will definitely be coming to Scotland. My baby Geno at the top is being a very good boy of late. Much more affectionate. Rescue dogs are a lot of work, but worth it in every way. I've made the house more Christmas-y than it's ever been this year. Three real trees. It's magical. Being home in general is magical. I feel so comforted.

Wednesday, 16 December 2009


Being home, even if it's only been for a day, has been spa treatment for the soul. I've eaten, slept, and drank so well, not to mention quality time with my rents has been an absolute blast. Yesterday I cleaned the whole upstairs of our all the corners and tables in my parents room...and for it my mother bought me the "Out With the Old and In With the Blue" dress from modcloth, even though I insisted she really didn't have to. Regardless, I'm ecstatic.

Now for some polyvore playing (I'm really advancing in it) of which for the purpose of savouring my new dress:

Saturday, 12 December 2009

Paper Complete. Christmas Break Initiated

This is what I get to look up at most mornings. He's the only reason the paper got done:

A Guinness to oil up those mental gears...

And Phanty helps too...

A much needed break from writing...visited the library bar...

Much anticipated Christmas shopping off Diagon Alley:

Wednesday, 9 December 2009

Some Pretty Boys to Get Me Through My Paper

For some reason I can't explain all these men are smoking. Sort of pwns the argument that smoking doesn't look cool. Whoopsie.

Also, suck on this got nothin'. The Twilight fans/freaks are really starting to scare me. Example:

And, of course, one more hot guy to help me finish up this stupid assignment:

Monday, 7 December 2009

Polyvore > Paper Writing

Meet Me in the Elephant Room
Meet Me in the Elephant Room by Chimerical on

Platform shoes are very in right now and I would love a remotely comfortable pair of my own. I am quite often baffled when I go out clubbing to see how some girls manage to balance with them...while intoxicated...on cobblestones. No small feat. Unfortunately the only platforms I've tried on have been expensively cheap, if you take my meaning. We're talking 60 quid a pop, costing about 2 yen to make. I've said it before and I'll say it again...I'd do anything for a pair of Christian Louboutins. Anything.

Tuesday, 1 December 2009

It's Beginning to Look a lot Like....


I can say with complete confidence that this year's holiday festivities promise to trump any of their predecessors in absolutely every possible respect. I know this due to one simple fact: The Edinburgh Christmas Festival is one of the best events anyone can experience.

Why, just tonight I popped down to the German Christmas Marketplace off Prince's Street and had my self a Bratwurst and Sauerkraut sandwich, and let me tell you what, if anything can fill your tumbly with Christmas spirit, it's one of those bad boys. I also satiated my sweet tooth with a big bag of "candy floss," which is, for the American's, just cotton candy (seems more like a candy pillow to me). I have yet to sample the Mulled Mead or wide variety of German lagers, but here in lies the benefit of living the in the best city in the world: there's no rush.

Actually, there's no rush in general in Scotland. Life rolls along as it must, but they never sprint through anything (which proves to be slightly obnoxious when I'm trying to make it to class on time). While I hate to make generalizations about any culture or community of individuals, I think it's safe to make two simple assumptions when you think about Edinburgh inhabitants: 1.) they take their time, and 2.) they love their fireworks.

But I'm digressing. If I tried to sit here and gush about Edinburgh in every way I'd like to this would be quite possibly the worst blog in the history of the internet (just least I, for the most part, use somewhat respectable grammar). The other reason I am certain in my soul that this will be the greatest Christmas of all time, is that I get to go home (after a fair bit of the festival has passed, rest assured). I so look forward to meeting my parents in the airport (after singing "I'll Be Home For Christmas" 7500 times on the flight over), getting to see my bunny, cats, and dogs, and decorating the house. Then, Danielle and I are having our very own Christmas Extravaganza, with a big Italian feast and plenty of good people. The only thing left out of my control is whether or not it will be a white Christmas, but I'm getting good vibes. The only flaw with Edinburgh is that they usually don't get any snow. Terribly unfortunate.

Anyways, I can't wait to see where the next month takes me. Tomorrow is the first day of advent, which means the first present will be exchanged between me and my little partridge in a pear tree. So until next time, keep feelin' that Holiday spirit, and don't be a Scrooge.

Monday, 30 November 2009

For Danielle's Blog

Danielle's Blog

and some more experimenting....I think I shall play a little "Where's Waldo" type game in my polyvore images. Can you spot the Treeson? I can. Because I put him in there. And my oh my, isn't he just the cutest thing?

Friday, 27 November 2009

We Suffer for Fashion or Whatever

Just a typical day off Diagon Alley...

Shoes: Wine Bar Brogues (aka my soulmates) from Modcloth
Skirt and Plaid Messenger Bag: Urban Outfitters
Purple Coat: Nordstrom
Gloves and Beaded Vest thingy: collected from a few of the five vintage stores within 5 minutes of my flat