Let It Snow Boots

Like the rest of the UK population, I have been snowed in today which has prevented me from going for my first day of work. I knew there'd be a glitch of some description, just didn't realise it would be so extreme! Actually, as it happens this turned out to be a bit of a blessing as I have been admittedly slacking in the world of fashion/gossip blogs in the past week or so. This is down to being mainly distracted by the gym and life and...ok I admit it, it's probably mostly down to spending time split between watching Grey's Anatomy, lusting after cute McDoctors and Polywhoring my arse off. Will try to be less consumed by such trivials things in future.

So anyway, last night when Christmas decided to arrive a couple of months late I realised I would definitely have to reconsider my wardrobe options when working at a fashion house...in the blizzard. Flats were out the window so the only option in my shoe cupbard were boots. So I don't own that many pairs of boots due to them costing an absolute fortune and my (previously mentioned) contempt for shoe stores. I'm sorry! I know, what kind of girl am I?? Clearly I've got a long way to go before I can lick the YSL's of Carrie Bradshaw...So here's what the options were:

- A pair of metallic silver flat ankle boots with a pointed heel. They were a cheap impulse buy after being egged on by a friend who is clearly a bad influence on my shopping decisions.
- A pair of black flat ankle boots with a rounded toe that kind of look like wellies with the tops cut off. I ordered these online the other day and they actually turned out to be gross. They make my feet look massive, my legs look stick thin (not a good mix) and go with nothing in my wardrobe.
- Grey flat mid-calf boots that are made out of a soft material. They're comfortable, pretty and my version of the Ugg boot (which I detest). But they would soak up snow before I'd even stepped out the house
- A gorgeous pair of flat brown leather boots with a softly pointed toe, but are worn out with holes in the sole where I've over-worn them. These were £75 from Faith and were bought by my lovely boyfriend after I cried in Topshop. Don't ask, it was the girliest and most horrendous thing I've done in a public forum. But worth the shoes.
- A black pair of cheap faux-leather (ie plastic) boots that have all the ridges worn off the sole because they were incredibly cheap, nasty things from Primark.

I had to go with the latter in the end, despite a risk of falling over at least 32 times by the time I actually got into work. This has made me realise that one pair of good expenisve boots is worth more than lots of pairs of cheap crap boots. So i'm on the lookout for some nice flat PVC boots that are £110 or less (hey, I have a pretty tight budget). And I have to LOVE them. And they have to fit. I';m more picky about my shoes than my men. That's terrible. And now for a pic of my main men this week...

Apart from getting heavily addicted to Polyvore, I also took a trip to Preston this weekend, which is a bit like stepping into a time portal where everyone dresses like it's 1999. Also, must step out to the gym now, and sitting front row at We Are Klang last night would have been a genius idea had it not happened accidentally.

Homage to Chuck - by Miss Glossology on Polyvore.com


Into The Woods - by Miss Glossology on Polyvore.com

Dressing Up Jenny.

As I've mentioned in a previous post, I've been getting re-addicted to The L Word and love love love the fashion. Especially Jenny's. So I played dress-up on her and this is what happened...I personally love it and will probably end up buying the 30% of this outfit I can feasibly afford.


Jenny Schecter - by Miss Glossology on Polyvore.com

Shoe Me.

As much as I adore staring at shoes, the physical act of stepping into a shop and going through the rigmarole of finding a decent shoe, sitting in a squashed 2-inch space amongst a plethora of lonely brogues, sandals and pumps waiting for the assistant to tell you the one decent pair is not available in your size downright saddens me. Plus, (and I know this is sacrilege) I feel begrudged to pay £60-70 for something worn on the least appreciated part of the anatomy. This is why, after much trawling, my eyes (and debit card) lit up upon sight of EyeCatchShoes which sells stylish and affordable footwear AND includes free first class postage. I have just invested in a pair of flat buckle strap boots am v. excited over their imminent arrival!

I Heart....#2

....this video for Empire of the Sun's Walking On A Dream. And the song itself is beautiful.


Listening to Friendly Fires make me want to do all sorts of naughty things so am teetering on orgasmic to hear the single version of Skeleton Boy is even better than their album version. Sexy hot hit.

New GG and The Mysterious Miss Bennett

Season 2 of Gossip Girl just started last night and it was EXCELLENT! Most shows normally need to re-find their feet on the opening epi but I think this could contend for one of the best episodes in its - so far - short life. Favourite wardrobe moments: Blair's Alice + Olivia floral dress (with matching headband of course) with the neon pink empire belt accent. Best addition by a candy-striped mile was her eye-popping orange and straw bag. Apparently the originals, designed by Kate Spade, have all sold out and I fear cheaper imitations will only look, well, cheap. So will just have to keep fantasising (darn ITV2 giving us GG-gems 5 months late). Chuck's white suit with the black lined blazer and trousers at The White Party not only looked sexy as hell but I loved the idea that he's got this liqourice black persona so transparently coded in his image. Also his straw hat was perfect Playboy accesorising (pictured left on Miss Meester).

I've recently been thinking about Kim Taylor Bennett since seeing her on one of the infinite number of BBC3 list shows, which are strangely addictive (I think it's the concept of the countdown and the fact it appeals to the large part of my brain with ADD). Her style gets better every time she pops on screen to jibe some Z-lister scandal, which she always manages to deliver in equal parts cynicism and kitten-cuteness. I think my boyfriend's crush on her may have influenced my taking to her, in the same way we both fell in love with - although in very different ways - Alexa Chung when she first appeared on Popworld. Weirdly, I can't really find any stills of her which represent her quirky boho-style but did come across this haphazard YouTube montage, which doesn't really do her current style justice. I guess as a journalist, she's more into writing/talking about those hanging off the fame Richter scale, than being one of them. A good thing definitely but not when you need to reference her for your blog which boasts a readership of one --- Or maybe she's just waiting for her big break?

Another slightly more famous rising starlet I've been into lately is Little Boots who's skills with a tenorion are pretty frickin' dangerous. I remember reading like a 20-word piece about her last spring but for some reason got it into my head she was a DJ so didn't really look any further into it, but her 'Brighton-gay-disco' look really appealed to me then and stayed etched in memory. It was only when reading a feature in a weekend supplement I realised she's a hotly tipped electro-popstar named after some mental Roman Emperor. Take a peek at her Meddling here.

Last night I went to see the much hyped (in my head that is) Ox.Eagle.Lion.Man and while Desmond's siging voice - going by the moniker of Frederick Blood-Royale - evokes the mental imagery of a stalker on heat, his weirdly sexy 'tache face and wonderfully lithe torso more than made up for it...(wait, now I sound like the stalker!)

The band's performance lacked the gravitas its lead singer evidently thought it held and a crowd that could only muster up enthusiasm each time Desmond removed an item of clothing, was a perfect reflection on the group. There was no rapport within the band itself or their audience (Desmond even managed to forget his lead guitarist's name) and they have no actual songs to speak of. But the night itself was fun and seeing Desmond in the flesh (and quite a bit more than I ever thought I would) was pretty darn ace.