Gratitude…

So I’m finding it hard to constantly express my gratitude for all of my Blessings. I know to some, that that might seem ungrateful. It’s not so much that I do not appreciate what I do have; it’s more so that I am too focused on what I do not have. Nothing material – I know you probably think what I want exists solely within that realm – but in this case it’s more a matter of the heart; a need rather than just want.

For a while now, I have found myself unlucky in love, found it hard to let go and fully immerse myself in what that special person has to offer. Trust wholeheartedly without second-guessing, and look ahead instead of looking back. I have struggled with the weight of expectations and found it difficult to forgive and forget. I would say I am a pessimist, quite naturally – but I am being careful not to write any negativity into my character by giving birth to its energy from my very own mouth. I do automatically assume the worst is going to happen, that the odds are never in my favour and that I am forever going to be unlucky, the looser, the last, and the unfortunate. So a lot of chances and opportunities pass me by as I don’t really believe in risk; and a lot of the time, the chances that I do get are scuppered by my doubts.

So, after watching The Secret, I have decided as instructed, (believe it or not I am quite an obedient character) to write a Gratitude List. The idea is that, by the Law of Attraction, we are going to call into our lives, what we think about, what we place emotion and desire on, as well as what we focus our attention on – whether we say that we want it or not. Most importantly, the saying goes that you get what you are given, in any case, if what you do have you show gratitude for, you will be rewarded of more of the same. In abundance…. So the rich get richer, and so on so forth. The tongue has a mighty power, and we can literally think and speak ourselves into success! I look back on both my past positive and negative thoughts and feelings, and can assess the affect they have had – a positive for instance being getting the job I have now.

It took years, it was part of my Five Year Plan, and I focused all my energy and attention on obtaining it. Funnily enough, I doubted myself and never got it within the time I had originally set. I found myself demotivated and disinterested in the previous role I had, but found it difficult to secure a better and more fitting placement. Each time I received a rejection, I became increasingly anxious and doubtful that I would find somewhere right for me. I had a fair share of offers too, but there was always something wrong – the salary, the role or the location etc. I became more and more frustrated and was about to give up when my dream job popped up. I applied via LinkedIn and got through to the Boss I have now, who explained that they were already in the process of hiring someone for the role. I was devastated, I believed that role was mine – I took my chance and I didn’t even get a fair shot. Annoyed and needing an ego boost I started applying for roles with companies I didn’t care for or roles that were not too aspirational – some offers, but not the whole package. However, all of these interviews were grooming me… preparing me for something, I just didn’t know what.

Then to my surprise, another role at the company I really wanted to work for popped up – I had already built a rapport with the Boss I have now, and he was impressed by my persistence, so I bagged an interview! The role was slightly junior to the role I originally wanted, so it was less intense of a process (the process was still vigorous I shit you not) however, because of all the prep, the passion and the focus, I fully believed this was no coincidence, and that this job was mine.

During the interview (the best I have had ever, I mean I have never sold myself so well, and experienced such a profound connection with the interviewer and most of all, never felt so confident and relaxed) I felt, “I got this!”, afterwards, I ate, slept and bathed with the thought of me getting the job. I visualised myself being in the role, starting planning my routes to the locations I would be managing, affirming it and attaching myself to it. Several interviews later and I got the call… I got the job.

So the power of the mind is real.

Likewise, I have experienced the polar opposite – negative thought and self-fulfilling prophecy. I wont go into the many instances where this has been living proof for me as I am trying not to focus on it and recall those events back into my life. But what I can say is, they were painful, they were my worst nightmares and they played out exactly in life as they did in mind.

So I suppose I should get on with this list… and restore balance to my cruddy excuse of an existence.

  1. My Job.
  2. Waking up today and everyday before this day.
  3. Diagnosis and treatments of the many ailments I am suffering – finally feeling I am in control and managing and overcoming the illnesses.
  4. My family – especially seeing my parents reach the 65 marker.
  5. The support network I have during this difficult time.
  6. The better relationship I have with my parents, the older I get, the closer we get.
  7. I have a roof over my head and it is in London and I am not paying out of my arse, even if the circumstances of where I am living are not ideal.
  8. I have food, clothes and water, I can pay my bills and I am in no major financial difficulty.
  9. My domestic issues seem to be settling down, things are not as irate and miserable as they were, not where I would like them to be, but better than they were.
  10. I haven’t lost my hair due to stress this time, if anything it’s the thickest and healthiest its been. The little things…
  11. I passed a theory test I needed for a security pass at work – first time with no hassle. Power of the phrase, “I got this!”.
  12. I have a review for a housing situation, after being originally bumped off and having to appeal for my case to get attention.
  13. I have a doctor who listens and actually makes time and follows up on things.
  14. I have Virgin TV and I can now watch Live TV like the rest of my friends.
  15. My cats are all well, I really love my cats.

So, I guess for now that’s it. I suppose one thing I missed off the list… but I am the most grateful for is the fact that my connection with God is improving. I feel closer to God and through prayer and the good council of faithful friends, old and new, I am beginning to see the light, and let myself fully give God control.

I am also grateful not to have so many nightmares, and to be getting more than a few hours of sleep. I suppose I do feel better after writing the list, and I suppose for all the things going a bit array in my life, there is double the blessing – beauty for ashes… things are not all that bad and a lot better than we think.

The mind is a minefield as well as a mine filled with buried treasure….   – ModeDeLaMinx

Peace and Love

Mode x

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Greetings Dudes,
This Christmas was far better than I had previously forecasted. So was my New Years. My Birthday also beat the odds I had set against it. That will explain this recent absence; I have been positively drunk, happy, exhausted and distracted.

There are some God-awful images that can serve as evidence to prove this miracle. Some far too explicit to post. I would also like to thank and simultaneously blame Beyonce (for the awful combination of all four excuses) for my absence. Just saying. #Drunkinloveallmonth
I even flew to Morocco for my Birthday for a short stint in the sun. Yes I did have a few moments on the beach too, no graining on any wood though. I was on my best behaviour. I will sum up that trip in a few short words: Sun. Sea. Sand. Shisha. Tagine. Haggling. Camel. Chaffing. Bruised. Thighs. Colour. Tan. Tea. Herbs. Spices. Massages. Sauna. Dehydration. Hilarious. Argan Oil. Random. New. Friends. Beyonce. Bikini. Body. Perves. Sexual Harassment.
My previous post saw me creating a Wishlist; I can honestly admit that I had no faith in my nearest and dearest fulfilling such a list – I am a person who goes out forthright and gets what I want, as I rarely receive what I want or what I expect. Not that I get lame gifts – just ‘different’ gifts. Or gifts I am yet to find a use for. Thanks Mum. Without sounding ungrateful of course… So that Wishlist wasn’t a Wishlist after all… Merely a slightly boastful post about all the shit I actually did intend to buy for myself in order of priority.
I also like to get things whilst they are hot – and available in my size! So, whilst being told by such dearest, NOT to purchase anything from my Wishlist until after my birthday – I bloody well missed out on that ASOS Mesh Maxi Dress. Pissed. However – you win some, you lose some. I managed to lose 2KG in weight, gain a new Mr Right and receive all but two of the things off of that list.

Plus my eBay game was indeed on fire and gained myself an off-tha-chain Vintage Leather Borg Flight Jacket. Which I have casually thrown together with just about EVERYTHING, EVERYWHERE. ALL THE DAMN TIME.

So here we are:

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  • Jacket, Vintage
  • Jeans, River Island
  • Mesh Top, Silence & Noise
  • Bra, H&M
  • Back Pack, Topshop
  • Boots, Vagabond
  • Earrings, Accessorize
  • Necklace, (Gift, need to enquire source!)

My mother has never been very fashionable, and I would never have wanted to inherit her jeans. Or any other garments for that matter. Albeit, if I did take on my mothers jeans that she could no longer get into, it would have saved me waiting for the Mom Jeans craze to hit the High Street and, in tandem, saved my sister a pretty penny too. River Island Mom Jeans: Let me just take a moment to grieve for my thighs. *sighs*

They incurred a serious level of affliction when I first tried on the original Christmas Gift. In a size 8. Just what was my darling sister thinking? Bless her, I will take it as a compliment – or perhaps an indication that she desires me to further lose weight. My Lord, they did not even go past my knees! So the jeans were kindly exchanged for a size 12 and here I am, snug as a bug in them. They are a little low in the crouch than I would like, but a super-thick denim, so call it air-con… And just who do I think I am wearing double-mesh? Move over double-denim; over it. Some may think that I think I am too cool, wearing a mesh top and cheekily pairing it with a mesh bag too. Pffft. Others will perhaps just think I am a little bit ‘slutty’ and that I have no absolute care for the security of my personal possessions. I guess breasts do serve as a personal possession, so I guess that assumption would be fair.

Speaking of breasts…. Oh-my-life how uncomfortable that bra is! H&M, great on style, but on this one not on quality; the ‘bone’ of the Pin-up Style bra, has dug into and marked up my back … and probably repositioned my ribs. It now looks like I have been auditioning for 12 Years a Slave. Awesome and moving movie by the way. I will now be purchasing the stupidly-priced Victoria’s Secret version of that bra. The one I originally wanted but couldn’t afford and therefore went to H&M for refuge of my pride.

 

That’s all for now, but I will be reviewing other gifts, including the Tom Ford Lipstick!

Can I get a whoop?

 

La Minx

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Ho Ho Ho…

Too early? Blame my eager-beaver crimbo-elf of a colleague who has been burdening my life with the Ultimate Christmas Countdown. Since August.

So I am now kinda in the spirit of things – not that I should be. Somehow I have still managed to spend more than I wanted to on gifting. Blame my ever-expanding family. My siblings need to stop procreating – at least for a few months. I intended to be the ultimate scrooge and use my perfectly good excuse of saving for a mortgage to curb my spending, and justify the lumps of coal my nieces and nephews would have found in their little stockings hanging by the open fire. I couldn’t bring myself to do it, their wee little chubby-cherub faces… So like last year (when my excuse was saving for a wedding) I have given in. Only little gifts, but still somehow my account is back in the red. Bah Humbug.

My AC really needs to get back to Black. I love all things black, this is a well known fact. I have an appetite for Gothic things; leather, lace, spikes, patent, mesh, velvet…. BDSM… Its a stark contrast to the all-white Catholic ideologies I was raised with. I was going to wear a white wedding dress though – give me that much credit. I dunno, maybe this dark affair is a rebellion? I’ve tried to wear a bit more colour over the years, but recently i’ve found myself happily plunged back into the abyss – where I am most at peace.

It doesn’t help that all I listen to lately is Trap Music – All Black Everything. Finally, people are beginning to understand that just about everything is better in Noir!

So here is my very alternative Wishlist. Oh Santa baby!

December13 wishlist

  • 1. Mom Jeans, River Island
  • 2. Leather Basebal Jersey, Vintage
  • 3. Patent Mesh Bag, Topshop
  • 4. Leather Snake Print Shoe, OFFICE SHOES
  • 5. True Coral Lipstick, Tom Ford
  • 6. Suede Fringe Duffle Bag, Topshop
  • 7. Quilted Bralette, Topshop
  • 8. Mesh High Waist Knicker, Topshop
  • 9. Mesh Maxi Dress, Asos
  • 10. Leather Biker Jacket, Whistles
  • 11. Metal Ankle Strap Leather Court, Zara

Note how nearly everything is see-through, now i’ve dropped a few pounds (more than a few but I figured I would be modest ya know) I seem to have absolutely no shame or hesitation in wearing openly BDSM numbers in public. I am so grateful fashion has made a nosedive into filth – I have been yearning to display my freaky bits for oh-so long.

All these wonderful things are available to buy this season.

I am trying my very hardest not to purchase them right now, considering T’is the season for giving and all that. However, my birthday is just around the corner so I guess I can get away with a few “To…me, From… me” purchases next paycheck….

Laters,

La Minx

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Hey Boos’

I am a firm believer in the saying; “Do it once, do it right”. I tend to like to apply this quote just about anywhere to just about anything. Hair, make-up, a task at work (albeit that somehow doing tasks a multitude of times to suit multiple opinions seems to be the option chosen by all but me) relationships and buying clothing, gifts and accessories. You see, it is all to easy to fail, especially if you act in haste.

‘Fail to prepare and prepare to fail”.Unknown

My friends know I am the last in and last out. Punctuality is not my middle name. I habitually wait until the last possible minute for anything. However, I seem to have the last laugh because I avoid awkward moments such as: Arriving to a party first out of every invitee and waiting, trying not to look like a loner, trying not to spend all the nights petty cash on ‘waiting time drinks’, trying to avoid that creepy-seedy-looking guy at the bar waiting for you whilst you’re waiting for them. In fact, my time-keeping may be shit, but I never waste time; I have a nose for arriving just when its hot, or buying things at the best possible moment. Black-Friday is my middle name. Also, I do things once. Get things done. Do shit right… right at the last moment but right. So whilst all y’all early birds have too much time for error. I leave no room for it. It is a skill I shall so audaciously declare.

Yes I am that irritating Ebay Bidder that ‘oh-so-happens’ to get in there when there is 4sec to go on the clock. Thats right you silly early bidders whom wrench the price up with your all-too-eager premature ejaculatory selves! One lucky lastminute.com-find I managed to bag was indeed this awesome Leather Borg number. Yes I have posted about it before, but I thought I would brag post about it and another last min find; RiRi’s Talk That Talk Lipstick for Mac. I managed on the day, as I do, to casually rock into Harvey Nic’s London while there were just two left. I bought both. It was 9.32am on the launch day. *Two steps like a boss*.

Haters gone hate right?

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But sometimes I am just plain old fast-assed. I decided, when there was far too much excess month at the end of my paycheck, that I would be quick footed and buy a ‘DUPE’ version of the Vagabond Boot. The Libby Heeled Lace-Up in OFFICE carried a weighty price-tag of £100. Despite knowing that an OFFICE-in-house-resident friend of mine would score me a discount – if I waited until the following month. I was eager-beager and wandered into Topshop, carelessly stumbled across their Astrix Platform Lace-up Boot and somehow, they ended up leaving the store with me for a snippit of the price of the Vagabond’s.

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Topshop’s Astrix Lace-up Boot

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Office’s Vagabond Libby Lace-up Boot

… And after a few weeks of wearing the poorly-crafted-clonks, they ended up leaving me with a snippit of my baby toes intact. I HAVE NEVER HAD A CORN IN MY LIFE! *whimpers*

These boots and the dodgy inside seams, narrow fit and rough faux-leather upper, left my toes hanging onto my feet for dear life! Lordy!

So onto Ebay they went as quickly as I got them in the first place, and onto OFFICE I ventured, in tandem with my bestie-stroke-footwear-hookup …and into my bag went the Vagabonds. At long last.

And this my friends, is why I am not fast-assed.

Buy once, buy right. – Modedelaminx

Thats my quote for life.

La Minx

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Folks it’s been a whole year today since Modedelaminx first graced your screens.

I can’t believe how time has flown, probably because so very much has happened in my life in such a tight frame. I mean, I’ve changed jobs, been unemployed, had a legal battle, was halfway up the aisle, bought a wedding dress, lost love, gained loves, been flat broke, lived as a hermit, traveled, and found a shit load of awesome clothes.
To be frank it’s been tough. Too tough to even talk about on the old blog until now really I guess. I’ve had a bit of a staccato writing rhythm due to all of the above. However, I must add all of the above has also flavoured my writing; enabled me to be frank, be bold, witty and given me a “fuck it” stance on how I deliver my daily events. I must say, all in all I have enjoyed blogging; it has well and truly acted as a crutch to my recently crippled optimism and general outlook in life. Why? Perhaps because I find it so difficult to talk on a one-to-one personal level nowadays *cue awkward silence* …because when so much of you is worn on your sleeve, you leave yourself open and vulnerable to humiliation, critique and disappointment. Not always – openness can be rewarding also; it can introduce those foreign to honesty to a sense of truthfulness I suppose. Not forgetting to mention, a lot of the events have been awfully hard to pinpoint cause or effect, yet on reflection are direct causes and effects of each other – each sad event a variable in an equation of ultimate misfortune.
Not all bad over here though… A whole new world has opened following the ibis I fell into by chance – with it has come friends, contacts, pleasure, joy, entertainment and above all STYLE. Like a butterfly I am emerging from this shit-coated cocoon and spreading those once-crippled wings.
Thank you fellow bloggers, followers, friends, and the stalker I now appear to have (when dates go seriously wrong).

You have given me LIFE

Happy Birthday Modedelaminx

You filthy thing you

Watch this space for a whole dose if FW13 style and beauty madness!

La Minx

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Hey Boo’s!

You know that I am a sucker for a good old bit of Plaid right? I don’t think I will ever surpass my love for Tartan. Or a bit of a ‘tarting’ in general  perhaps.

The Numero Uno ‘FashFag’ at the Office, dropped the, “…and… *Snaps fingers and raises eyebrow* the looks a little Alicia Siverstone, Clueless?” In response to my outfit.

Ouch!

Teaches me not to wear brand clothing in the Office where I work. He is the PR Top Dog-Stroke-Top-Bitch… and I’m the newbie. Part and parcel of the pecking order I guess. I should have retorted, “Bitch I’m Fabulous! And its Stacy Dash – Thanks –

But I didn’t. Great witty comebacks never spring to mind in time do they?

I love him really, he is so fierce, and he saunters (literally dips the hips and clicks) around the office as if he can prevent everyone else’s shit from stinking. Ever-fragrant and fabulous, ever-singing and cracking the funniest jokes – and he effortlessly digs at and disses  everyone else in the office. Its like Joan Rivers’ Fashion Police but live and up close. In the end he proclaimed, “Oh and sugar, for the record I LOVE the look. Rockin’ the Plaid, I love a bit of Plaid…” I bet you do, lovely bit of Tart’ on a wee Johnny Scotsman, sans undergarments. Love you too boo.

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  • Levi’s Denim Jacket, Vintage
  • Lace Crop Top, River Island
  • Strapless Bra, Wonderbra
  • Plaid Skirt, American Apparel
  • Maroon Belt, American Apparel
  • Fishnet Tights, Accessorize
  • Pop Socks, Accessorize
  • Buckle Shoe Boots, Office Shoes
  • Studded Holdall, River Island
  • Watch, Diesel

And it doesn’t stop there, anything with a Tartan lining is also something I hopelessly love. So a good old Vintage Harrington Jacket is a wardrobe staple.  A little This Is England 86. Awesome Brit FlickUsually, I team this up with some Skinny Ankle Grazers, but I thought I would glam the look up with some high-waisted shorts. I have worn the crop top again to demonstrate how you can get more out of fashion basics and inserts. I think a Bowling Tee would look cute also, or a Striped Sleeveless number.

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  • Harrington Jacket, Vintage
  • High-Waisted Shorts, American Apparel
  • Hair Clip, American Apparel
  • Brogues, Dr Martens
  • Necklace and Earrings, Accessorize  

I love Vintage Brit Landmarks, Icons and novelty thrifty finds. I’m also a big fan of British Motor Vehicals, like the Mini. My mother had a Mini back in the 90s. Such a cute little car, we were like a family of clowns piling into it. She crashed it into Safeways. She was always a shit driver and I damn the examiner whoever passed her. Nostalgic love for a Mini though, despite the trauma of the 90’s…. so one day – if ever I pass my driving test (I’m sure vehicle-retardation is genetic) I would totally have a little Mini on my wishlist.

So I have also decided to throw a little tutorial into this post, I know that I need to get onto this Video Blogging Band Wagon, but I want to do my first video in October to mark the 1 year anniversary of my blog! So you guys will have to deal with a pictorial for now.

Its all about Ombre lips, yes thats right, put the peroxide down, we are so over the Dip-Dye hair. I’ve always loved ombre lips. However, they weren’t always cool or done very well back in the day. My first memory of this trend was of all the Nigerian women in church: Black Lipliner + Gold Frosted Lipstick. All so effortlessly NOT blended. However, I give credit to trend-setters where credit is due, regardless of the tax I apply for ultimate failure to blend or chose harmonic shades. So I dedicate this pictorial to you Mama Africa.

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Blog Ombre Lip final

1. Prep Lips by exfoliating and moisturising. Lush Cosmetics do a great Sugar Scrub in Bubblegum. I moisturise with Fushi Shea Butter.

2. Line Lips with a Deep Plum Lip Liner, I have gone with Vino from MAC Cosmetics.

3. Fill Outside edges of Lips with a Burgundy or Deep Red or Purple Lipstick, I have opted to go with Diva from MAC Cosmetics.

4. Fill the inner crease of lips with a solid Red, I have chosen RiriWoo from MAC Cosmetics to finish this look.

5. Now Weeeeerk’!

Go Get Em Gals!

Laters

La Minx

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Do(Gu) – ing it, Do(Gu)-ing it, Do(Gu)-ing it well…. I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn.

My, oh my those lyrics for that legendary LL Cool J hit are absolute filth.

I love that song.

Don’t judge me. Although – if you do I wouldn’t be entirely mad. Its funny because just last week, I was talking about pre-schoolers walking down Shoreditch with full ass cheeks hanging out of their apparently vintage turn-up denim thongs shorts. I mean fully out. In fact I have witnessed a few ass-calamities of late; girls wearing white knickers and them see-through, cheap looking leggings. In fact, anyone who wears surely-sheerly-nearly-black leggings should be stopped dead in their weave-tracks and told about this categorical error, so that they can have the opportunity to put this epic fail right. It is only fair. It is only right. Barely-there leggings and crop-top combo seem to be the next big thing. Girls are letting it all hang out – lunch and all. But seriously, this business of both cheeks being out of doors is not cool – I mean if I can see involuntary twerkage with raw skin – summat ain’t right!

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I’m here like… for real? But who am I to judge?

Like I said last week… sometimes I like to push it. (Salt N’ Peppers’ Here...)

Like I pushed it recently, by wearing Stockings outside of the bedroom. Yeah I know ‘Underwear’s the new Outerwear’ has been done and done-did again, but still – I think although Corsets, Bralets and High-Waisted Knickers have made it safely onto the streets of Portobello and happily disassociated themselves with the streets of Kings Cross – Stockings are still a little Taboo

So Taboo that some Ol’ Jamaican dude thought he would interject my happy-go-lucky-stocking-wearing-strut down the street with his unwanted opinion, “Do you want to degrade yourself any further”. Now I be like, “Who you talking to?” (trying my darn hardest to refrain from – shut yo’ mouth fool) Perhaps if his eyes were more focused on his ‘toe-up’ looking woman (who was galloping alongside him) rather than at my inbetweens, he wouldn’t have noticed my underwear-disguised-as-outerwear. Just saying.

Guess we all judge a little sometimes.

So I will let you, my friends, followers and fash-hoes be the judge of my absolutely GuGu, second crazy installment of what can only be called Cats on Crack. Here I am werkin… but not twerkin’ in the Park with my Pussy Galore Top. See I think stockings can be worn – in the right context of course – so not to a Christening or any even mildly Religious affair… I do have some tact.

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I guess its that age old saying… Whats good for the Goose is not good for the Gander… I was gonna reference the one about stones, but I know I’d be pelted by my elders for sure.

As the wise old Jay-Z said; “Somewhere in America, Miley Cyrus is still Twerkin’

Yes… Twerk Miley Twerk. There is a little hoochie in every lady out there.

So on that note….

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Laters,

La Minx

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Ay Yo Homies and Hoochies

I have been following the fantastic progress of Mr Gugu & Miss Go for sometime now, it is wonderful to witness their success in the ever over-saturated retail market. Their carefully planned launch coincided nicely with the nod to 90s trend that has taken the fashion world by storm. As you guys know – I love 90s fashion – yet Gugu is doing something different, innovative even. Yeah, printed Tees and leggings have been done for sometime now, but the witty graphic prints Gugu have radicalized offer something different. Careful and concise thought has been put into what crazy graphics, materials and hues are used – the psychedelic nature of them make it evident that the graphic designers were possibly on a seriously funky trip when pulling the collection together. Everything about them screams, “we get high all day e’rrrry day…” From the various emotions one can experience during a serious trip – ecstasy, hyperactivity, sloth-mode, invincibility, enlightenment, anger, lust and the post high munchies… not that I know much about getting high – The only high I know is the experience of 8 inch platforms. Brownie Scout Promise.

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So I took a stroll down to the beloved Box Park where my precious Mr Gugu were taking over the joint in a popup shop. There I met two lovely Gugu Gals, who entertained me with their passion and knowledge of the brand. I walked out with a massive grin on my face, two fab Gugu buys and money in my pocket after receiving a generous discount – Blog-Love Perks! I returned later for a Gugu party where I was showered with free drinks and music, and goodtimes with newfound Gugu friends and fellow Gugu Gagas. A saturday well spent me thinks!

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Galaxy Cat Print Tank, Mr Gugu & Miss Go

Satin Bomber Jacket, American Apparel

Lace Pinup Bustier Bra, H&M

Cycling Shorts Tights, Jonathan Aston

Fishnet Hold Ups, Ann Summers

Platform Boots, OFFICE

Rubber Watch, Diesel

SnapBack Cap, Supreme

Chain, Vintage Versace

I’m so dope-boy-fresh! So at the moment I am really loving bomber jackets and fishnets! I have to admit I have grown a fondness for cycling shorts. I am now a self-proclaimed Gym Bunny… As cellulite had begun to not only monopolise my body and stake permanent residency, but once fat was evicted last year successfully, in a fit of revenge it returned earlier this year and bought along with it siblings, parents, lodgers and squatters. You know how the body has that thing called Muscle Memory? Well fat has memory too, it remembers exactly where it last was on your body, like the Terminator its chilling motto is, “I’ll be back…” So back to the gym I go, to make fat cry through sweat and tears. More sweat less tears, the idea of fat dripping from eyes is scary and unwarranted.

Twerkin’ is also a good fat-buster, no doubt the makers of Insanity and Zumba will release a TwerkSonic DVD collection soon to be sold on Bid TV and other wholesale channels… I am cringing in advance.

 

Laters

 

La Minx

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Hey Boo’s!

How have you been coping in this heat?

I have been doing just fine – usually the sun makes me incredibly grouchy… itchy, irritable, sweaty, dehydrated, dry-haired. arid-skinned and sloth-like are my usual summer statuses… This year something is seemingly different…So much newness has entered my life recently; at last I have an awesome new dream job, newfound friends, new hair, new clothes new attitude… y’all get the picture.

But it hasn’t been entirely. “out with the old”… Sure I put most of my closet on ebay, and most of my life in the recycling! However, all what is cherished has remained close at heart… but my oh my have I had some fun and frolics in this sun… I am literally like a cat in heat – all these happy hormones have bought a smile to many-a-face! Alley-cat maneuvers…

I finally managed to get some of the stuff on that wish list I posted a while back. One of those things were the absolutely ‘grunge-geous’ Cut-Out Buckle Boot Shoe from OFFICE! I have added them to my ever-growing alternative shoe collection. Alternative is how I describe nearly all my shoes; I don’t really posses anything relatively normal, acceptable or anything that abides with the common workplaces Health & Safety code.  Just like new shoes I like to break new audiences in gradually; week by week my shoes have gotten kookier and kookier… sometimes I really do think I am pushing it. I wore fishnet stockings last week with leather shorts in what can only be described as something only Rhianna is allowed to wear – Sure, I got some surprised-yet-intrigued looks, but I thought, “F*ck it” – by next year everyone will be wearing this shit and it will be perfectly acceptable!

Just like it seems to be acceptable for girls aged 12 and above to wear what can only be described as denim thongs – the (ass)cheek of them calling them Vintage Denim Shorts. Ass hanging out all over the place. Nah, it’s not a good look. I willl be ranting about this in a later post. I will call it, “Who Likes Short Shorts?”

Meanwhile, today I wanted to let the inner PussyCat roam free by wearing this amazing Penguin cut printed back vest dress. My dear friend Kendra J Horsburgh made this awesome number. I love the black front, dipped hem and fluro leopard printed back. Its like all my favourite things rolled into one.

I have styled this with my new OFFICE Shoe Boots and my new Diesel Watch.

Penguin Full

Penguin Kendra

Penguin Face

Also I am finally loving my new hair. I had a non-so-great hair cuts a few months back. I allowed myself to stupidly get talked into layering my just-grown-out-of-layers-only-need-a-trim tresses. BIG MISTAKE. The hairdresser at Shine on The Green was amazing, but I really wasn’t happy with the cut. Too choppy. I never learn. So I wore it curly for what seemed like an eternity to disguise the ‘chop-suey’ hairdo. I then got a Brazillian Blowdry, courtesy of my bestie, and yesterday had an awesome ‘Wash, Cut and Blowdry’ by a gentleman called Douglas at my local Coiffeurs Buzz Cuts….. wait for it….. for a bargain £23.00! Cant go wrong with that price. So I am super-happy with my silky tresses. The layers have been leveled out and my hair is back on its journey to waist length!

Hope you guys are all still jammin’ it up in the sun…

Make the best of it UK!

Laters

La Minx


Happy Sunny Sunday!

So the Black Pound is well and truly now a recognised form of currency. Just like the Pink Pound for the ladies, Grey Pound for the oldies and Rainbow Pound for the liberated…

50 Shades of Brown?

Finally, the make-up industry has woken up to the fact that women of colour spend a fair few bob on hair and beauty; relaxers, weaves and Uber expensive (and extensive) trips to the hairdressers have made Moguls millions… billions even! Surprised? Watch the Documentary, “Good Hair” by Chris Rock and you will be enlightened by the world of crazy black hair contests, lightening creams, creamy-crack-relaxers and the art of gluing hair onto your head that belongs to someone, somewhere half-way across the world.

MAC Cosmetics and Bobbi Brown have been coining in on the Black Pound for a over a decade, and MaybelinesDream Matte Mousse was the first foundation advertised on British screens for women of colour, sure, we only got one colour – being the obvious ‘Cocoa’ – but it was a start. A start that paved the way of the brown brick road to girls like me actually wearing a foundation that near enough matched the colour of the correct side of my hand. 2011 saw the counters of Chanel, Lancome, Estee Lauder, Laura Mercier, Nars, Illamasqua, Giorgio Armani proudly displaying darker shades, the ‘High Street’ brands joined the aptly coined “Carnival of Colour”, Rimmel, L’oreal, Max Factor, The Body Shop, Sleek and even BootsNo.7 have begun to service little brown bottles of love. Sure, there is a while to go, but the industry has come so far. There is now competition and more importantly choice in the market, as well as rising stars having a moment in the spotlight like Joan Smalls, thanks to the Estee Lauder Skin Tone Illuminator campaign.

Joan Smalls Estee Lauder

And after the foundation came the BB cream…

So the original Mac Daddy Beauty Balm – Clarins’ Beauty Flash Balm – somewhat (in the commercial retail UK Market) gave birth to BB (beauty or blemish balm) madness. Every advert is now about BB creams, and now CC (colour correction) creams have also taken over the networks intermission schedules. Im waiting for an A-Z of beauty creams to plague us all… I’ve already started thinking about what the abbreviations will stand for. But lets face it, all alphabetical jibes aside – EVERY WOMAN NEEDS A BB CREAM.

The Beautiful Iman now has launched an awesome little range of BB creams for darker complexions with IMAN Cosmetics.

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I was sent two shades to try from the BB range: Earth Deep and Earth Medium. I reckoned that I would be (as usual) awkwardly inbetween shades but Earth Medium was pretty much spot on; It definitely has the dewy consistency of a BB cream, but has the colour match properties of a foundation; very strong pigment, and this BB cream did even the darker areas of my face. There are six shades available, Sand Light, Sand Medium, Clay Medium, Clay Deep and Earth Medium and Earth Deep.

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Although I don’t like my face being too shiny, I did want this IMAN BB Cream to replace a moisturizer – as the two shouldn’t be used in conjunction. Unless you want your face to appear to be melting off of course.I swept some loose powder over my face just to take the sheen down a tad. The SPF 15 is an added bonus, women of colour tend not to think about sun protection. Yeah I said it. I love the sun, but suffer from heat rash and eczema, I also want everlasting youth or at least the appearance of it, so having a healthy relationship with the sun is important.

The other bonus is, the coverage; although sheer, its perfect for that everyday look, you know, that “Oh radiant? Me? I just rolled out of bed looking this good without having to slap on inches of foundation…” look. So I will certainly be packing this in my holiday bag. Sun Cream, Foundation and Moisturizer all in one! More space for hair stuff yay! Although I found I really had to work-in the product (unlike other glide on/glide off BB’s), I found that once dry, the product didn’t transfer onto my hand, my pillow, my Iphone, other peoples cheeks or rub off onto the cats! Result!

Me pictured with IMAN BB Cream in Earth Medium

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Swatches

BBSKIN

I am definitely a Happy (Lindt Chocolate) Bunny.

Now the retail price is a little high end at $20 (£14), but it is IMAN after all ladies. It is also a BB cream catered for women of colour too… there are some other high end, lower end and mid price-point choices from Smashbox, Gosh, Sleek and Maybeline… however the shade variety market-wide is a little limited/diminutive. So until the rest of the industry catches up with a product good enough to rival IMANS, y’all know what y’all need to do!

Laters,

La Minx

x

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