Tis/Was Christmas

Was that really Christmas again?  It’s just that I can remember the one before a bit too vividly for comfort.  Christmas used to be a long awaited season with a slow build up of at least a year, or so I thought.   There were several seasons which meandered lazily along in between Christmas & Christmas and last Christmas was so far from this Christmas that it seemed like a distant memory. Now Slade have really done it ! They wished so hard & for so many years that it would be Christmas every day, that now it almost is!

We’re now on the countdown to New Year or Hogmanay as we say in these parts. Why couldn’t these two major celebrations have been a bit more evenly spaced out to least get us over the first hangover before creating the next? Also giving more opportunity to spin out the sparkles for longer (see blog previous). Anyway talking of attire, if you’re venturing out to celebrate the coming of 2011 under a fountain of fireworks with a plethora freezing folk, then why not set yourself apart by being cosy warm and uber stylish with the Ilse Jacobsen puffa.  BTW you’ll set this off perfectly by teaming it with the celebs choice of winter head gear, the Madeleine Thompson beanie, in cashmere no less! And I might also add, in case of all those drunken beer splashes or worse!? The puffa is machine washable.

Wherever you happen to find yourself,  we wish you a sparkling evening & a happy, prosperous & stylish 2011!

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All that glitters, sparkles, dazzles & delights

I’ve always been a bit of a magpie, not just at Christmas but anytime of the year. I just can’t resist a sparkle. Give me sequins; crystals; glitter; mirror balls any day of the week. Diamonds as they say are a girls best friend but in my opinion they don’t even have to be the real thing as long as (in the words of those once hunky boys), they…”shiiiiiiiiiiinnnne! ”

I discovered edible glitter last year in 20 different colours so now I can even eat rainbow coloured sparkles. According to the catering supplier I bought it from, the glitter is non-toxic (that’s a relief) and indigestible so it passes straight through ones system and is released in the same form as it went in. Ok, Ok we won’t dwell on this one too much.

There’s something about the nature of all things glittery that is just so glamorous, so promising, so ultimately uplifting. A flash of magic, an enticing chink of iridescence, a glimpse of starry planets in worlds way beyond our own… ok I’m drifting now, we’re probably just so starved of sunlight this winter that we’re clutching at glittery straws.

Last week I dressed the window mannequins in silver foil wigs and sparkly top hats, kitsch but cool!  They are also sporting an array of Philippe Audibert cuffs, created to catch the light, which they do perfectly in a provocatively classy way. The Audiberts are teamed with chunky Philippe Ferrandis swarovski cuffs, bunched together beautifully, their facets reflecting any chink of light they can grab, with only one purpose… to dazzle the beholder.

I’ll definitely be lighting sparklers on the cake this Christmas ( if I ever get round to baking it). The icing will be fastooned with edible glitter, silver balls and candles of course. I’ll be wearing a sequined jacket, shiny leggings, sparkly shoes, a diamanté tiara, glittery eyeshadow and lipstick ( I usually do) with a sparkling glass of fizz in my hand. Too much glitter in one go? Never.

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The cult of ridiculous footwear

Ok, I’ve seen it all now! As I tentatively made my way down Dundas Street at the weekend wearing heavy duty climbing boots, normally reserved for a serious bit of hillwalking, (ie. sitting in the cupboard for 3 years) I spied a figure teetering towards me clinging onto her man for dear life.  The cause of this,( unless I’m quite mistaken and she was in fact totally love-struck to the point of becoming a real life cling-on), was a pair of towering stiletto shoe boots with platform soles, in suede no less!!! To use that well known Scottish utterance EEEEEh!? The pavement had disappeared in days gone by under layer upon layer of snow; then ice; then snow, the ice smoothed to a glistening surface by the patter of this seasons fuchsia pink Hunter wellies.  Even the grips and ridges of my hiking boots seemed unfit for the conditions, crampons may have been more appropriate for the job. Did I mention that I was on one of Edinburgh’s steepest slopes?

High Heel Court ShoesDuring my trundles through the city last week I have indeed seen it all. The fashion welly,( if two such incongruous words could be hitched together), is definitely topping the bill, the hiking boot following close second.  A few fancy snow boots were also tramping around. I almost bought a pair a couple of weeks ago but decided there was no point for the sake of a quick snow flurry, I was sure they’d be redundant within a couple of days and cast to the back of the cupboard along with the hiking boots. How diluded I was! I’ve managed to move to Edinburgh just in time for the worst snow fall in history. What I have failed to spot, are those great big hairy moon boot type things which resemble ” cousin It”  I think they’re pretty cool and I dare say will most definitely make a come back. What’s the deal with the ski sticks though? I’ve seen more that half a dozen bods hiking around the city centre, wearing full-on climbing boots, accessorised with gators and ski sticks being stabbed purposefully into the freezing slush which used to be George Street. Definitely deserving of another EEEEEh!?

Roll on the big thaw I say. What’s a girl to do mid flight of the party season when she feels safe only in footwear suitable for the rambling club’s annual summit? I know I’m a lover of contrast fashion but this is above and beyond. Ah! Have you seen Beyond Skin’s pony spots? 

Perfect with a party frock, the banana heel gives superior stability, despite the 4 inch heel, so you can down as many gallons of Glava as you please. A flexible sole! So you can jump up and down on the tables without cramping your feet and the suede has been tested for endurance so won’t stain in the rain. Hurray bring on the pony!

Oh I forgot to mention I saw a very conventional looking male wearing a barbour jacket, corduroy trousers plus luminous canary yellow wellies. EEEEEh!?

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