Tuesday, 8 May 2012

Fashion poverty

Forgive me Father (of my Natwest overdraft), for I have sinned.


Whilst I am not yet a millionaire, I have recently been promoted at work (another excuse for not blogging nearly enough) and the last six months have been the first in years that I have been bringing in a full-time salary. After a long stint of interning for free at every magazine I could get into, I eventually gave up and sacrificed my dream of being a journalist and got a "proper job". And consequently, have since sacrificed my salary to the mercy of the great British high street. *Gok Wan face*
It's becoming a problem. My shopping habit has gone into overdrive. But before you judge me for my frivolous spending, let me remind you that I am still recovering from the trauma of actually having to walk into the fashion department of one of the most respected newspapers in the country wearing the SAME OUTFIT MORE THAN ONCE. Because I couldn't afford to buy any new clothes!
Let's see you get through that and then not have to make up for lost time HUH? HUH? Ahem. Anyway. I thought I'd share with you my recent purchases to get me through the summer. (/next two weeks till pay day). *excuse the ebay-style rubbish photo's. They were taken on my blackberry. If I wasn't in my pyjamas then I may have considered modelling the clothes for you. But I am. So I won't.)


Floral pencil skirt
The story of this skirt is a classic shopaholic tale. I saw a pair of trousers in the H&M print adverts which had this floral print on, which I fell in love with and just had to have. I searched far and wide in every H&M store I came across (which, granted, was only three but still) and couldn't find them. They were sold out online. Any shopaholic will know that the words "sold out" only exacerbates the desire to have something. I was getting a smidge frenzied about the whole thing so to numb the pain, I bought the pencil skirt with the same print. I'm bloody glad I did because pencil skirts and florals maketh an "all-round banging spring going out outfit" (I'll patent that name,). It's a super soft stretchy cotton so not as binding as my other party clothes (my last pencil skirt was leopard print satin. Which sounds heinous but it was so gorgeous that I sacrificed breathing for the whole night. That there, is fashion). There's an exposed zip at the back of the skirt which I have loved ever since Victoria Beckham had them trailing down all her dresses. And as VB knows, exposed zips are really slimming on your bum. (Which I really need as it does kind of look like sometimes I'm carrying around someone elses arse. Oh the joys of being pear-shaped).
Crop top
The first rule of the crop tops is to... NEVER TALK ABOUT CROP TOPS. OK, its not. The first and only rule is to only EVER wear them with something high-waisted on the bottom half. If you're going to expose midriff it has to be the section above your belly button and around your rib cage (e.g. the thinner bit. Food babies need to stay hidden). They might look a bit terrifying but this one is so tight it even gives my tiny boobs a bit of cleave. It also will give the illusion of longer legs (which obviously I don't need, standing at a massively elegant 5ft 4. Pffft.).
Floral trousers
The story of the pencil skirt has a wonderful happy ending. I only went AND FOUND THEM! You should have seen me... I was actually in a different shop across the other side of the shopping mall when I spied them on the table at the front of H&M. I dashed in, maniacally searched through all the sizes only to find they only had size 12's and 6's left. BASTARDS. There was obviously a lot of other size 10 girls with excellent taste in Reading who had got there first. Fear not though, my wonderful Mother found a size 10 pair rocking round another rail at the back of the shop. And lo, me and the ridiculous flower trousers lived happily ever after.
Boucle jacket
CHANEL-LO! Anything that looks remotely like it could be Chanel but costs £25 is being purchased by moi, immediately, no questions asked. I don't even know how to pronounce the name of this jacket which means it must be ultra chic. All I know is that it's the only jacket I've bought in recent times that has made me forfeit my normal leather biker that I wear all the time.
Peter pan collar t-shirt
Deep down inside me, there's this blingy "Jenny from the block" chavtastic wannabe who just wants to vajazzle the shit out of everything I own. Constantly drawn to shiny things (hence the very name of this blog), I had to buy this peter pan collar t-shirt. It is let down by it's smock shape (which really doesn't work unless you want to look bigger than your are) so I'm having it taken in. But the peter pan collar has satsified my need to crystallise something for a while and it's vajazzled up a pair of pink jeans quite nicely.



Chanel-style shorts
Every single item hanging in Zara this season I want. Every single item. Every time I walk in there it's like I've died and gone to a candy and pastel, lace and boucle heaven. I've yet to wear them, what with the weather being so delightful of late, but I could not leave the shop without these shorts. They are perfect.
Neon pink pleated midi skirt
Remember a year ago when the Whistle's Carrie skirt came out and everyone went completely mental for it and it sold out in seconds? No. Well I do. It was well over £100 but when I first laid eyes on said skirt on the Fashion Assistant at Woman Magazine, I had to have it. So did everyone else though and there was just no getting hold of the thing, so I put it to the back of my mind, bought a coral one from Boohoo as a crappy substitute and went on my merry way.
Well, imagine my shock when I wondered into New Look the other day only to find their sale rail was stuffed full of a skirt almost identical to the Whistle's Carrie one. BUT FOR 8 POUNDS. I was so overwhelmed I had to take a seat. Then asked the Sales Assistant if the 8 drawn on the label meant the skirt was £8 or a size 8. Before she could say it was 8 pounds I was already hurtling towards the till.



Yellow jeans
Accompanying me at the till with the neon pleated skirt, was these gorgeous canary yellow jeans. I love the zip detailing on the hips. £9!!! Seriously, I'm hyperventaliating just reliving the whole bargain bonanza.



Car print dress
In the Prada vs Primark debate, obviously Prada would win every single time but since the car print dresses that pounded down the runway are not £12, like this one below from Primark was, I'll have to accept that the bargain bin is where I belong.



Mini handbags
Alexa Chung wore a Chanel picnic basket as a handbag a couple of years ago. Therefore I had to buy a straw handbag too because she's awesome and I'm a sheep. The pink one I bought just because it's adorbs.




Leopard print jacket
 
 
I have nothing to say except it's leopard print, vulgar, ridiculous and the most fabulous thing I've worn in a long time.
 
So there you have it. A grand tale that ends in my poverty. Yeah ok, if I don't stop shopping soon, I may end up living on the street. But I'll look really good whilst doing it at least.

Tuesday, 6 March 2012

Peace at last



The 26th February to 3rd March marked the annual National Eating Disorder Awareness week. I'm three days late posting this.

I can recall the day very clearly. I woke up at 5am, for the seventh day in a row, with my heart beating so fast I could feel it in my cheeks. Wracked with anxiety and nervousness, my cramping stomach ached so much I was running back and forth from the toilet, gripped with nausea. It took me hours to fall back to sleep and even then it was restless, fitful and unsatisfying. I had been exhausted for a week, my appetite had entirely diminished and my mind – that I appeared to be ever-so-slowly losing - were utterly consumed with the people and memories that I had lost.




Suddenly, my social life is lacking in exciting things to do, I have nothing to look forward to and the lonliness I’m feeling is taking over my life. That morning, I found a carton of milk in one of my kitchen cupboards where I keep my mugs, warm from where I had distractedly misplaced it hours earlier. An all-too-familiar feeling began to overwhelm me. My brain feels likes it been poisoned. And I realise that, once again, depression has taken over me.



Tuesday, 17 January 2012

Golden Globes: A Progress Report

First things first. I'm sorry for my absence from the blogging world. You see, Christmas happened, then New Year happened and then January happened and then going back to work happened and then comfort eating happened and then lack of sleep happened and then my expanding waistline happened and then general uncertainity about life happen and then... oh, oh...I appear to be suffering from depression again. Ah January. Anyone for a Venlafaxine?

Yesterday, as I sat with my head in my ever-so-dry-from-the-awful-weather-and-unmanicured-due-to-no-money hands, I was beginning to think there was no hope at all. Would February ever arrive?
Then I saw it... the tweets about the nominees of the Golden Globes... oh my god, IT'S AWARD SEASON!!!! I had been so preoccupied with my own misery and the incredibly-difficult-to-get-through Black Monday that I had forgotten it was my favourite festive season! Forget Christmas or chocolatey Easter, Award Season gives me the joys like no other time of year! *Avid Merrion face*

Sunday, 18 December 2011

Goodbye to 2011


I love a good list. I have lists coming out of my ears. I have about a 20 lists in the memo pad on my phone: what clothes I want to buy, what music I need to download, which films I want to rent, present ideas for people... And my job pretty much revolves around making lists too. So it’s good that I just ruddy love them!

New Years to me is just another excuse to make a list.

Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Beauty on a budget: Superdrug's MUA Professional range

In the last 6 weeks I have moved house and jobs AND country (it's only Wales mind you, but it's across water so it counts) so needless to say my beauty regime has taken a back seat. I know, not great for the Beauty Magpie to admit but I figured no one knows me here so no one can comment that I "look tired" if I go without eyeliner or fake tan). 

Tuesday, 6 December 2011

Beauty Icons and Girl Crushes of 2011

Every other day there seems to be a headline or article slating female celebrities for what they wear and what they weigh. And I'm sick of it! So unlike the Daily Mail or Dan Wootton or any other bitchy journalist out there, I do not intend to end 2011 on a negative note with a run down on who could have done or looked better. Instead I plan to support the sisterhood and celebrate my biggest beauty icons of this year. Because whether you're a big fan of them, or not at all, at least we can probably all agree that 2011 would have been a much uglier place without them.

Friday, 18 November 2011

The Essex Factor: "BIB"


I suffer from a pretty inconvenient illness. It isn't rare mind you, you've probably even encountered it yourself. You only have to turn on the television and see the girls from The Only Way is Essex and you know you're in the presence of this all-consuming problem. Because doctors have yet to recognise this really serious affliction (I mean, honestly) I've taken medical matters into my own hands and named it 'BIB' - BIGGER IS BETTER (no, not like that you naughty slags).

Wednesday, 9 November 2011

Festive nails

Don't tell anyone but...I prefer winter to summer.

I CAN'T HELP IT, OK? I'm pale as f**k so the sun doesn't agree with me and I prefer my body to be covered up by clothes rather than on display in a bikini (well...only until I can afford to get my boobs done anyway). But also because winter make up is just so much more fun.

More's Blog Boudoir

I'm not used to winning stuff. I'm definitely no Charlie Sheen. So forgive me whilst I totally big myself up for becoming one of the blogs chosen to be part of More's Blog Boudoir. Ohhh yeaaaah. *puts shirt over head and does victory lap around the living room* I'm very chuffed, especially since my blog is a mere infant next to some of the others chosen. But I'm particularly touched because Lydia from The Only Way Is Essex was on the judging panel - that's all the approval I need in life.
"So I'd like to thank my parents, my record company and God..."
If you've been directed here from More's website, welcome and thank you for checking out my rofltastic ramblings (I can be arrogant now because of this, soz). And for more frequent ramblings follow me on twitter: twitter.com/chrystiread.
In all seriousness, I am delighted. I'm probably more pleased about this than I was getting a journalism degree or when that guy from Hollyoaks came onto me. So I'm really really pleased.
Here are the other blogs chosen. As you can see, I'm in good company. Well done to all the other bloggers. xx

Babble Emporium....

Beauty & The Blog....

Beauty Magpie....

Because wearing black looks mysterious....

Oh Chlo!....

Girl lost in the city....

L'Espoir de ma vie....

Romeo and the lonely girl....

Thunder and threads....

Write like no one's watching

Monday, 31 October 2011

"Show me your dirty face, put away that butters one"

A sober Black Swan
Ahhh Sunday morning. The sun is streaming in through the window of my massive Hollywood mansion. I dreamily roll over and kiss my beautiful boyfriend Zac Efron good morning. Ever the charmer, Zac just so happened to remark on how gorgeous I look in the mornings... 

Tuesday, 25 October 2011

Lady and the tramp


In order to get away from the depressfest that is Reading (after 7 years at school there and returning there again after University last year, I've sampled all it has to offer. Which is not a whole lot), I've recently moved to Cardiff. I like daffodils, I like rugby and I especially like Welsh men so it seemed like a good fit. Unbeknownst to me though, Cardiff apparently has a little bit of a reputation. I was completely unaware of this until an old school friend who lives here told me that it can be a "bit rough" and contains a "whole lot of wasters." Well I never! This was futher backed up by images by Polish photographer Maciej Dakowicz's exhibition where he documented nights out in Cardiff over four years. Worryingly most of the photographs were of women. And it didn't exactly paint us in the best light.

Monday, 19 September 2011

Gentlemen: read this and get more sex.


A wise woman once said, "I don't wanna be a traitor to my generation and all but I don't get how guys dress today. It's like they just fell out of bed, put on some baggy pants, take their greasy hair and cover it with a backwards cap and we're expected to swoon? I don't think so!" This wise woman was Cher from the 90s film Clueless. Granted she ended up falling for a gay guy in the film but whatever, when it comes to grooming, girlfriend knew her stuff.

A couple of weeks ago I took no less than 2 and a half hours to get ready for a night out. This may seem rather excessive but I love it and my efforts were rewarded with a couple of compliments which made me feel pretty good. Anyway, on said night out I took a look around me and was rather disappointed to see that the majority of men in the club I was in had not made as much effort. Correction: any effort. Most of them looked like they hadn't even glanced in the mirror before they'd left the house. Now I'm not saying that a man should be spending hours on grooming prior to a night out but a little effort wouldn't go amiss fellas.

Monday, 5 September 2011

Pale but not interesting


I went to Ibiza a couple of weeks ago and whilst it was arguably the best week of my life, there were some beauty issues that I faced. And I came to a rather horrifying conclusion: IT'S BLOODY DIFFICULT TO LOOK GOOD ON HOLIDAY. Most people go on holiday, get a tan, their freckles pop out, their teeth look whiter, their hair gets that gorgeous beachy wave and if nothing else, everyone looks great because they're so bloody relaxed and happy.

Tuesday, 16 August 2011

No Poo: beauty's dirtiest little secret


My blonde hair lasted a whole 12 days. I momentarily cured my blondarexia and replaced it with an even more worrying disease - DYEAREXIA. (OK, that's not a real thing but it is now). I decided to go dark again but then went dye crazy, turning it a multitude of colours, including one that was, unfortunately, reminiscent of that horrendous hue Cheryl Cole sported last year (you remember the red, right? Bleurrgghh). In a frenzy I decided to strip it of all the dye again (a very long process) and before finally settling on a colour that is very close to my natural shade (I think. It's been a while since I've seen it).
So it's safe to say, my hair was in a total state.

Thursday, 28 July 2011

Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt


Despite the insensitive rows that broke out over Twitter about Amy Winehouse's untimely demise and whether or not "she had it coming", she certainly made her mark on the world in her short life. Of course with her incredible singing voice and poignant lyrics but for me, she'll be remembered for her quirky individual style.

Monday, 18 July 2011

Lashtastic


The first time I wore false eyelashes was in 2006. It took me about an hour and a half to get them onto my eyes and even then they were half way up my eyes and kind of made me look like a droopy-eyed cartoon character. Nevertheless, I was hooked. As was the rest of the world it seemed. Thanks to Cheryl Cole's bambi eye's appearing on our TV screens every week on X Factor, everyone went nuts for falsies. Last month Debenhams said the sales of fake eyelashes soared by 1322% of fake eyelashes ahead of prom and festival season. Short, blonde normal eyelashes JUST WON'T DO ANYMORE!

Tuesday, 12 July 2011

Blondarexia: totally addicted to bleach



Blondarexia: Being so addicted to bleaching your hair that it's almost white, flat, monochromatic and burnt to a frazzle.

Monday, 11 July 2011

No Pizza before Beefa

In less than 6 weeks I am going to Ibiza!!!!! I am so beyond excited I can barely contain myself!!!! Hence everything being followed with so many EXCLAMATION MARKS!!!!!

However, my excitement was ever-so-slighty tainted by a wee bit of panic. I looked in the mirror and had that realisation that if I don't do anything quickly then I won't be looking like Megan Fox in a bikini when the end of August rolls round. (Or never will. BUT, HEY, I CAN DREAM).

Thursday, 7 July 2011

"If you're going for classy, that ship sailed 3 tattoo's ago..."

Much to my Mother's disappointment, I love tattoo's. (She blames my rebellious side on my Dad). In November 2009, I tattooed a broken heart on the inside of my elbow. Although this was my 6th tattoo (there have been 2 more since), it was the first that wasn't hidden by clothing and was in a very visible place. And it was the first time I learnt that when they're on show, they invite a lot of questions and judgements - that tattoo has since become public property.

Recently, I found myself defending my body illustrations to a group of boys who stood around me and condescendingly asked, "What are you gonna do when you're an old lady?" "I'll be an old lady with tattoos. I'll be retired. I won't do anything." In the past, I have had strange men grab my forearm, twist it around and question why I've had this tattoo and what it means. "Why did you have a broken heart? Is it because your heart was broken?" Yes, obviously. But actually the tattoo is not an accurate depiction. The tattoo is in half, in reality my heart was in pieces. Even if I decided to have it removed, the ink may be gone but the memory would remain. My decision to commemorate a very difficult time of my life by injecting indelible ink into my arm (I quite literally wear my heart on my sleeve) is just that - mine. For me, it is a reminder that you can move on and recover. But for a lot of other people it is an excuse to be insensitive, condescending or judgmental.

The main difference between me and these men is that I love tattoos and they don't. I think David Beckham looks like a work of art, they think he looks like a thug. I love Megan Fox's gothic poems and they probably think they're self-indulgent. And I love mine. I love the arabic writing I have for my family (my family are arabic before you play the language card) and I love the little umbrella that my best friend also has tattooed on her. And if I were to ever get married, I'd probably tattoo the guys name on me as well. (When people say that's a risky idea, I think that sounds like signing a prenup for your skin.) Tattoo's are entirely subjective. What I find beautiful, you may not and vice versa. And that's fine.

I don't regret a single one of them and I highly doubt I will. What I do regret is having to answer rude, judgemental questions just because people can see them. In the same way, I don't walk up to certain gentlemen with insane hairdo's (that my brother-in-law once accurately described as "exciting") and say,"You're going to regret wearing your hair in that inexplicable fashion in the future", you shouldn't say the same to me about my tattoos.


Or maybe next time, I'll just wear a jacket.

Wednesday, 6 July 2011

Fashion heaven

Elie Saab presented the most breathtaking collection of gowns I have ever seen at Paris Couture Week.

There are literally no words, it's just so perfect.