Saturday, 14 June 2014
Tuesday, 10 June 2014
Tuesday, 4 February 2014
Roses are red, Violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so is this year’s S/S trend…
|Preen by Thornton Bregazzi|
|Rag & Bone|
You & Me
I want and I need these below items in my life.....
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Thursday, 30 January 2014
A PLASTIC SECRET
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Wednesday, 4 September 2013
Monday, 10 June 2013
EASY DOES IT
“Grab you coat you have pulled", yes Burberry have done it again; giving a new twist/intake to the swimwear. If you want to get the similar look, but with the practical feel - opt for a simple nude or gold swimsuit, add a sheer kaftan and give it shape by nipping in the waist with a belt. By following these simple tricks, you can go from beach to chic.
If you love the sixties; Marilyn Monroe or Madonna's look, why not go for midriff shorts and a bustier to show your support. This trend is perfect for the curvy, petite ladies and the high waist will create an illusion of longer, defined legs.
Whether you get seasick or not, you will never get sick of ocean blue – this year’s coolest trend. Why not take a leap of faith and go with the flow for a summer glow!
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Tuesday, 28 May 2013
I stood with my heavy head slummed against the partially open door and I could do nothing but look outside in daze. The once clear sky was now grey like ash, making me question whether it was actually day at all. It was hard to believe that the rain that tore through the sky like titans; forcing the leaves to hang limp like overcooked vegetables, was in fact the same one that left the gentleness of ripples upon the mucky puddle ground.
“Why are you standing by the door?” a voice from behind barked at me, making me stand stiffer than a plank of dirty wood.
The sound of heavy torrential down pour became softer and softer, before dwindling entirely and was instantly replaced with my heavy heart beat. Turning around slowly, moving the same way as a person suffering from a severe neck injuring, I wanted to put a face to this abrupt voice. The figure was nothing other than a mere blur through the heavy raindrops and I could only stare like a blind fool, as I questioned and wondered who could it possibly be.
“Please can I stay round Achiros?” I repeated myself so many times that I began to sound like a broken record. After much nagging, it had finally paid off, as my mother has finally agreed. Now here I was standing in Achiros house. All the days it could have rained, it had decided to do so now. Yes now! I had secretly planned this day perfectly in my head and it was always the same. The sun would beam upon my brown skin, waves of laughter would fill the fresh air, I would deliberately allow my soft afro to sway, in-sync with the African grass. Bending down, slowly grasping the warm rock in my bare palms, I would throw it with all my might, before attempting to play a game of catch with a hand full of friends. But instead my lovely day-dream was exasperated. There was no sun to be seen, the bitter chill ran through me, making my brown complexion to look grey like death, everyone was locked up in their hut and my wet afro swayed recklessly before slapping across my face. And the only rock was from the rock-like rain that seemed to assault my bare skin; forcing my hands to quiver. But in spite of all this, I honestly had to chuckle at my lack of luck.
“Anyways, come inside; you are soaked from the rain” she replied and I realised that I was in fact the confused one.