I've moved on...
...to a different domain. Why, what were you thinking? The truth is, I just woke up one day and decided it's time for a change—a metamorphosis, if you will; or, in layman's terms, if Britney can shave her head, then maybe so can I? Nevertheless, it's been a rather handsome 10 years of talking to you, and thank you for putting up with all my moodswings and terrible dad jokes. Fear not! The hormonal imbalance and jokes are more terrible on CUBICLE, see you there.

You’ll need:
Coloured tights, an array of pearlesque beads in different sizes, Cream/white coloured string, Thin needle (must be able to go through a bead), Household bleach, Sponge, Unused Toothbrush, Rubber gloves, Bathtub or sink, an open window!

Lay flat in tub, wet the tights and then wring out the water. Using rubber gloves, sponge, or toothbrush start sprinkling bleach onto the tights, being careful you don’t sprinkle on your own clothes or body!

Use the toothbrush to make smaller spray dots

Leave the tights for approx. 2hours, checking frequently to check up on progress.

Once successfully bleached to a level you’re satisfied with, throw into washing machine (with other laundry while you’re at it!) and give it a quick spin + tumble.

When dry, put the tights on (I’d suggest wearing another paif of socks under and over the tights to prevent it from getting dirty. Using needle and thread, sew into tights, pull out a length necessary for that section and do a double knot.

Start threading in beads of different sizes, alternating directions while sewing them in. Tip: try not to thread too many beads at one go, they may get quite heavy and snap off.

Start threading in beads of different sizes, alternating directions while sewing them in.

Tip: try not to thread too many beads at one go, they may get quite heavy and snap off. Be creative about the beads, add a bit of coloured beads here and there if you wish, and try organic shapes or even geometric… Repeat for other leg. (Or don’t – I didn’t.) Personally I ended up loving the dyed tights effect so I’m planning a similar fate to all my other coloured opaque tights, they shall suffer an acid shower and reincarnate as a superior sartorial species.

Sweater – H&M, Pants – Zara, Boots – Venezia PL, Scarf – Gmarket, Coat – Black Luna Vintage | Thank you daddy for photos!

I do apologize that over the past few weeks posting has been incredibly sparse and a little forced at times, home is strictly hibernation grounds so to get dressed and arouse a fellow hibernator, which really is just anyone with a finger for the shutter, two legs to stand and a relatively good mood – no photography experience required (just anyone, I beg you, please) – is quite the carb-eater and considered a winter-sport. Do you ski? I don’t, I FashBLOG. Flying back usually does the trick of jolting me awake from hibernation, either the turbulence over the North Sea or a devil baby 3 rows down of some sort, by the time I’m back at my London flat I already have something to share with you all. Well well, happy start to another term.

Coat, Shirt – Black Luna Vintage, Skirt – Mum’s Aquascutum of 1990, Shoes – Office UK

So if I was to continue on with the a decade ago… topic, only because my life is so uneventful right now I’ve somehow managed to get hooked on the Disney Channel on Youtube, a decade ago I was at a suitable age to get hooked on the Disney Channel on Youtube. Well lately I couldn’t help but notice that ten years ago my part-time job of Webdesign was considered more of a hobby than an occupation, but of course back then it was those really wack hobbies like today’s let’s blend everything deal that no one really understands. Who knows, maybe blending is the future. There are so many jobs today that didn’t exist back in year 2000, like professional video bloggers on Youtube – how did they survive before 2005!? or DVD makers, how many floppy discs did they need in order to keep 10 Things I Hate About You!? OK those aren’t real jobs, but you get my point. It’s funny though, to think that those of you still in school are actually learning skills for jobs that don’t exist yet today. Well, good luck to studying for a fantasy future!

To the next ten, may we not end up like some of our parents who do not understand what ‘click the mouse and drag it across the desktop’ implies. I fear that technology will run away with time and I’ll wake up one day not knowing why I’m sleeping on a strange machine they call a bed-ographmeter version 2.33x. And one of you will probably have a job of updating the pillow drivers.

Smoking is harmful for you, kids. KFC on the other hand, is not. Message in a kiosk!

Warsaw Central Train station > Krakow Old Town > Zakopane  Youth Hostel > Szymoszkowa Ski slopes > Morskie Oko paths

Well, looks like I can actually ski.

Tumble wumble tumble wumble tailbone slam headbang tumble sticks and skis gone, but hey I still did get up after that, it was just that once. Everyone chose to snowboard the first day, and then curiously changed to skis the next – I must’ve looked glamorous – after all, I did try to appear fashion blogger by wearing orange with yellow.
Again, it wasn’t my first time in Zakopane, the mountains of Southern Poland, but this time it was definitely a refreshing experience, going with friends. Sure, it’s not the Alps, but I doubt they have Polish horses in the Alps. Beat that.

The trip was great, taking that much needed break and actually wearing utilitarian clothing was, dare I say, liberating. Skiing and hiking are probably the two most blogger-unfriendly verbs in the entire dictionary (this fashion blogger dictionary can be purchased at £5.95 at local blogshops) but you’ll excuse me for this once, yes?

Hope you all had a wonderful start to 2010, I personally don’t consider Jan 1 to be any different than Dec 31, but that’s just me I guess. Can you believe that a decade ago we thought our computer dates were going to scramble back to ‘1900’, in which case the dumb 12 year-old that I was thought I’d just flip it up to ‘2000’ after the disaster happened? What, what computing crisis?

Dress, Thigh-High Boots – Zara, Jeggings – H&M, Shoulderpads – DIY, Bag – Uniqlo

I need to get up in an hour to catch a 6am train down to Kraków, although it would help to actually go to bed. I’m going skiing! OK, let me rephrase that, I’m going to eat snow! (and mountain grass!) Please pray I won’t break anything that might force me to sell all my stuff so I could afford a home nurse. The last time I skiied was when I was 14, so if the ability really comes back to you like riding a bicycle like they all say, then I’m anticipating a lot of slipping off of ski lifts and drinking 6 cups of hot cocos absolutely declining having to ski down that kid slope. Dudes, I can’t even sleigh.

Will report back when I need to go to toilet after 7th cup of  coco, please alert local aid.

(Just a quick note: I probably won’t have internet there so all emails will be answered once I get back on the 30th, thank you for your patience!)