Obviously I won't be imitating the blood thirsty attitude and cruelty to dalmatian puppies, only the unhealthy interest in dalmatian print clothing.
The fabulous lady herself.....
30 October 2011
101 Dalmations
Something strange has happened to me and I have gone dotty for dots. I am seeing spots quite literally. These are my top three must haves inspired by Cruella Devile, my new fashion idol.
24 October 2011
Rosso Pomodoro
It's been four months since I left Venice and I miss the pizza. Oh man, I miss the pizza. Venetian pizza is sloppy, it's light, it's gooey, it's cheesy, it's chewy, it's just so unbelievably tasty.
Now I'm back in England Dominoes and Pizza Hut and Pizza Express and Ask don't cut it anymore. Not even my mum's home made pizza can cut the cheese.
Then I moved to London and started working in Covent Garden and discovered Rosso Pomodoro.
OH MY GOOD GOD.
It's the most authentic Italian restaurant I've been to outside Italy. Actually, scrap that, it's more authentic than some of the restaurants in Venice. All their ingredients are sourced from the finest Italian produce. All of their waiters are genuine Italians and very rarely speak English very well. All of their menu is so Italian, it hurts. It has quickly become my favourite place to eat. Sometimes I even chance an Italian word or two...I'm never understood.
The pizza topping is sloppy, it's cheesy, it's tomatoey, it's perfection. And the base is puffy, it's crispy, it's chewy, it's soft - it almost tastes like pancakes. I am drooling just thinking about it.
Please please go.
Now I'm back in England Dominoes and Pizza Hut and Pizza Express and Ask don't cut it anymore. Not even my mum's home made pizza can cut the cheese.
Then I moved to London and started working in Covent Garden and discovered Rosso Pomodoro.
OH MY GOOD GOD.
It's the most authentic Italian restaurant I've been to outside Italy. Actually, scrap that, it's more authentic than some of the restaurants in Venice. All their ingredients are sourced from the finest Italian produce. All of their waiters are genuine Italians and very rarely speak English very well. All of their menu is so Italian, it hurts. It has quickly become my favourite place to eat. Sometimes I even chance an Italian word or two...I'm never understood.
The pizza topping is sloppy, it's cheesy, it's tomatoey, it's perfection. And the base is puffy, it's crispy, it's chewy, it's soft - it almost tastes like pancakes. I am drooling just thinking about it.
Please please go.
22 October 2011
12 October 2011
Starry Night, Holy Night
Want want want.
I really REALLY want.
NOW.
Thanks.
Motel Starry Night Print Midi DressI am heavily and slightly scarily obsessed by Dolce and Gabbana Autumn/Winter 2011. I'd wear star printed fabric every day of the week. Especially teamed with dark purple lipstick. Ultimate heavenly combo.
I really REALLY want.
NOW.
Thanks.
Motel Starry Night Print Midi DressI am heavily and slightly scarily obsessed by Dolce and Gabbana Autumn/Winter 2011. I'd wear star printed fabric every day of the week. Especially teamed with dark purple lipstick. Ultimate heavenly combo.
3 October 2011
New Shoooooooeeess
It has recently been pointed out that I have pretty bad luck in general. Maybe it's just plain clumsiness but I seem to loose things, drop things and hurt myself and others on a regular basis.
Prime example of this happened the other day. I am on my feet all day in hot, uncomfortable boots so have to wear comfy shoes to and from work. My favourite ones are elegant tan loafers that have moulded themselves to the exact shape of my feet. As I boarded the tube in the early morning on my way to work, my favourite left shoe of this pair slipped off my foot and disappeared onto the track. Cue me repeating in shrill panicked tones, "Where the fuck is my shoe? Where the fuck is my shoe? WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SHOE???" I scrabbled around on the floor for a bit trying to relocate my favourite left shoe but the tube pulled away and I was left with one bare foot. All I got from the other commuters was blank, uninterested faces pretending that I hadn't just lost a shoe and that it was silent on the tube rather than filled with my loud howling laughter.
I had to hobble the rest of the way to work, unable to control my hysterical laughter, walking up the escalators, through the glass strewn streets, without a shoe.
Unfortunately the shoe could not be relocated on the track - it has disappeared into thin air - so the pair had to be replaced. I did try to replace like with like but a pair of beautiful lace up wedges caught my eye and I decided that I definitely could not live without them. And they are almost as comfortable as the loafers. Bonus.
Prime example of this happened the other day. I am on my feet all day in hot, uncomfortable boots so have to wear comfy shoes to and from work. My favourite ones are elegant tan loafers that have moulded themselves to the exact shape of my feet. As I boarded the tube in the early morning on my way to work, my favourite left shoe of this pair slipped off my foot and disappeared onto the track. Cue me repeating in shrill panicked tones, "Where the fuck is my shoe? Where the fuck is my shoe? WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SHOE???" I scrabbled around on the floor for a bit trying to relocate my favourite left shoe but the tube pulled away and I was left with one bare foot. All I got from the other commuters was blank, uninterested faces pretending that I hadn't just lost a shoe and that it was silent on the tube rather than filled with my loud howling laughter.
I had to hobble the rest of the way to work, unable to control my hysterical laughter, walking up the escalators, through the glass strewn streets, without a shoe.
Unfortunately the shoe could not be relocated on the track - it has disappeared into thin air - so the pair had to be replaced. I did try to replace like with like but a pair of beautiful lace up wedges caught my eye and I decided that I definitely could not live without them. And they are almost as comfortable as the loafers. Bonus.
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