White rabbits, white rabbits, white rabbits

Topshop dress, socks / Casio watch / Office boots

This was what I wore today for running errands and making tasty culinary treats! Forgive me for the super awkward posing in the third photo: I just wanted to show off my super cute bow socks! The dress makes me feel like a 1950s housewife (especially so when baking), while the boots make me feel like a Spice Girl. Zig a zig ah.

First base

My mum's old baseball jacket / AA crop top

Sometimes at home we have a day of frenzied 'we have to tidy this house!' chaos, where suddenly the organised clutter becomes too much and if it doesn't get sorted this very instant then the house will implode. We recently had one of these spring cleans, with many black bin liners heading for the charity shop and much rose-tinted eBaying (I had to repeatedly tell my mother that no, no one will pay money for a grubby pair of trainers with holes in, even if they are Nike). It was from this that I salvaged a couple of lovely things, including this LA Dodgers baseball jacket! A souvenir from my Dad's trip to the States for my mum, it's pretty bang on trend, right? I always associate baseball with the 1950s (I think many an hour studying reading between the lines of Death of a Salesman and the American Dream in English!) and this seems to hit the 'vintage Americana' vibe at Prada and Proenza right on the head! Let's play ball!

Sentimental

Second-hand dress / Topshop bag

In case you hadn't already picked up on it, I am a sucker for sentimental items. Anything with a story or any kind of personal meaning I can't help but fall a little bit in love with. Unconditional love. And like unconditional love, one fails to see the faults in the object of  their affection. While I recognise that it cost very little and there is something not quite right about the tacky plastic and fluorescent yellow colour of this bag, it doesn't stop me from treasuring it just as much as my classic and very expensive 2.55. It was bought for me by my parents as a birthday present when I was around ten, and it was the first 'grown-up' piece of clothing I owned. It was Topshop! That was a huge deal back then. I wore it to the pantomime that Christmas, with the same pride as I would wear a Chanel couture gown to the Russian Ballet in Paris today. While it is currently having a 'moment', what with the reign of the 60s last season and colour clashing this summer, I will still love it for years to come, even when fashion doesn't.

Things I've done recently:

Revised - lots, listened to the Grease soundtrack and Patrick Wolf on repeat, bought a Holga 135, finished my book (High Fidelity, if you gave a crap), wished that I knew Nick Grimshaw (forget French or Italian men, I'm a sucker for a Lancashire accent), got my first haircut in 10 months, pined for some Dr Marten 1461s, got outbid on some really nice stuff on eBay, wished I was a Roitfeld.

Summer summer summertime

Asos sunglasses / American Apparel shirt / Casio watch / Levi shorts via Dad

British summer time brings about a number of inevitabilities. Pimms. Threatened hosepipe bans. Andy Murray losing at Wimbledon. Most of all, you can be sure that the British will use even the slightest glimmer of sun to get out their shortest shorts, flip-flops and bikinis. I can't deny my heritage, so naturally I used the sunniest day we've had in a while as an excuse to don 'holiday clothes' and sit around whining about how unbearably hot it is, even though I'd be surprised if the mercury even hit the mid-20s.

Here is me looking like a scruffy urchin after languishing in the back garden all day. I hadn't intended to take pictures tonight, but the way the light fell across my webcam was just too pretty to walk away from. Unfortunately there will be no more garden-languishing for me this weekend since I'm working both tomorrow and Sunday, but I hope the weather is lovely for you for whatever you have planned this weekend!

Funbags

Second-hand dungaree dress / St. Michael via my dad jumper / Casio watch / Topshop shoes / Second-hand rucksack

This bag is something of a novelty to me! Having not worn a rucksack since about year 9 (back when I defiantly put my foot down and demanded a 'cooler' shoulder bag for school) it's weird to have my hands free and not having a satchel banging against my side. It's huuuge as well, so I can carry all my wordly goods around on my back if I really want to. Eat your heart out Mary Poppins. Plus, I'm always cold, so it allows me to put both hands in my pockets. Winner winner chicken dinner.

Double the fun

Second-hand jacket / AA top / Topshop skirt

For my generation, I think the concept of denim-on-denim conjures up images of Britney and Justin and awful 90s boy bands with curtains. You definately walk a fine line when dipping your toe in the double denim waters, there is no denying that. The majority, myself included, use denim as a canvas. If you took denim to a party, nine times out of ten it would sit in the corner with a Diet Coke while a pair of shoes or a blouse told jokes and anecdotes. I guess double denim is the equivalent of denim getting drunk on tequila shots at the bar, doing the bus driver dance and showing the whole party its knickers. What I'm trying to say is that it makes a statement out of something that isn't normally the focus. While it is a statement in itself, I think at the same time you need a distraction from the double denim action, like a stripe or a polka dot. Is that right there an admission that double denim is inherently wrong and that you need something to trick the eye into looking at something else? I'm not quite sure. I think like Marmite and Jedward, you either love it or you hate it. And I love all three. So hate me.

What do you think of denim-on-denim, very right or very very wrong?

Woop woop, it's the sound of da puh-leat

American Apparel sweater / Casio watch / Topshop skirt / Repetto shoes

Should have issued an apology in advance for the awful pun in the title. Sorry to any KRS One fans. Or to anyone who hates cheesy wordplay. Actually, I'm sorry for writing it in the first place.

This is one of my favourite skirts, with just the right ratio of granny (the length, the pleats) to modern (sheer with a short underskirt). Or should that read granny to slutty ratio? I might start giving all the clothes in my wardrobe a granny/slutty rating. A 1 to 10 scale or something. Might even get some post-its and dividers involved...

Saturday

This is my pop-to-the-shops-for-mango-and-Vogue look. My trench coat is M&S, my dungaree dress is eBay, my t-shirt is Topshop and my old faithful lace-ups are Repetto. I hope you're enjoying your weekend!