The original tagline for this blog (it's still my Twitter bio, actually, because I'm too lazy to think of something else) was, "Got a boy, got hitched, now just need to get... er, a life?" Not the wittiest thing in the world, but it seemed to fit where I was when I started here. Newly married, unsure of where I was or where...
I'm thinking a decent pair of leather combat boots could be the answer to my rainy-day shopping conundrum. I was never cool enough for them the first time round, but as the dawn of my thirties starts to slowly edge into view on the horizon, something tells me it's now or never. I reckon the right pair could just about work, as long as...
Arrived in Dundee nervous and hung over, train station coffee swilling around inside my stomach. Consulted this pinboard approximately seven thousand times. Attempted to turn a suitcase full of jumbled skirts and dresses and shorts and jumpers into something vaguely resembling said pinboard. Panicked quietly. Made a list. Immediately felt better. Made a longer list. Stuck clothes onto a model's boob using sellotape, which...
What better way to thank you for your incredibly helpful rainy-day fashion advice than with this charming arrangement? People say carnations are boring. I say not if they're arranged IN THE SHAPE OF A DOG! And why stop at one dog made out of flowers, when you could have two? With handbags? I know what you're thinking. You're thinking nothing could be classier than a...
Time now for the rest of that half-baked post I so brutally thrust into the world on Monday. Or rather, time for a rough approximation of that half-baked post, since I panicked and deleted it in its entirety within about thirty seconds of accidentally hitting Publish. (Incidentally, if you ever mistakenly publish a blog post, don't delete it (thanks Lyn). But if you...
First, I slept through the alarm on my new phone and woke up an hour later than planned. Oops. Then, stuck in a state somewhere between hyper panic and still asleep, I forgot what I was doing in the shower and tried to wash my hair with shower gel. Which was pleasant. Then, I put a hole in the top of my only pair of clean tights and couldn't...
I've written before about my ambivalence towards pink, particularly in the context of breast cancer awareness. It's just so simplistic: Breasts! Breasts on ladies! Ladies love pink! Breasts! Ladies! Pink! Arrgh! Are there no other colours in the world in which women might possibly be interested? Apparently not. And what about the 300 men diagnosed with breast cancer every year in the UK? Isn't it bad...
Did you know Blonde Bridesmaid is actually having two weddings? One of them is taking place on the cusp of winter in a country house in deepest Perthshire. The other is taking place entirely in my head. Or rather, on my Pinterest. I can't tell you much about the first, because it's not my story to tell. I will tell you that two...
