You Sound Like You're From Landan.

In London we did the full tourist shebang. From the shops like Harrods and Selfridges to the sights like St Paul's Cathedral and The National History Museum. Here are a few of our snaps, because it'd be rude not to.

Selfridges didn't fail to impress with their aptly named Shoe Gallery. For mere mortals like myself, this is actually a very painful experience. I can see, smell and touch the pieces of art, I can even walk a few yards in their polished perfection but can I take them home? Student status says no. Personally, I find the whole place to be more of a gallery than a shop. I relished in the company of Wang, McQueen and Mulberry in the accessory department.

Evenings were filled with anything and everything. From dinner in The Paradise and Chinatown to laughs in The Comedy Store to pancakes on Westminster Bridge.

Camden was a weird and wonderful experience. Can't say I bought much there but it was interesting. Surprisingly (or not), the food grabbed my attention more than anything else.

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On our way home we stopped overnight at this heavenly B&B. The picture says it all really. Not to boast, but the meal at their Michelin-starred restaurant was almost as good.

These are my soon-to-be beautiful Ray Bans.

All-in-all a super lovely 5 day weekend. Negatives; gaining 2 pounds and spending too many pounds.

A Quickie.

This will be my last post for a few days whilst I am in Landan. So enjoy. Hopefully, I'll return with something to write about with a tad more depth. Also, the following may be lacking in its usual pazazz as the birthday celebrations are well under way and I'm bearing the brunt of it all.

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Here are my little leopard nails. Everyone thinks they're Minx but they're a DIY jobby which I am admittedly quite proud of. Only half an hours work thanks to Nail Rock, £6.50 from Topshop. I'll keep you in suspence to see the gold ones I bought too.

My final little shop before my long weekend away found the following..

Tee £8, Jeans £40, Shoes £50 - Topshop


I couldn't resist these sickeningly sweet, tactastic slippers..

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OTT OCD And Scosha.

How do you know when a habit has become an impulsion? A tendency an addiction? An inclination an obsession? Is there a fine line or is there a whopping great ocean between the two? gapgapgapgapgapgapgapgapgapgapgapgapgapgapg gap gap
Before you get concerned, don't. I'm not about to reveal an illicit drug dependency, a compulsion to wash my hands 34 times a day, or otherwise. I have simply stood back and tried to observe my 'organisational behaviour'.

How do you know when you have reached the point of being TOO organised? When no kids turn up at your little angels 7th birthday party because you 'had a word with them' at the school gates about not RSVPing before the deadline?

I have recently written several (or more) lists in connection with my trip to London, which I won't bore you with. The most recent being a minute-by-minute account of our 4 nights there. I always write rough drafts, knowing that I could just write 1 neat one. If it's a fine line, I may well have crossed it. If it's an ocean, I'm most definitely drowning in it.

The more stressed I am, the more organised I need to be. Schedules are my drug.

On a lighter note, jewellery label Scosha has some lovely new things. Their products are a cross between (previously posted about) Pamela Love's rustic pieces and high street brand Orelia's use of colour, as well as swallows and other small charms. See for yourself..


All available from Net A Porter, priced between £65-£645.

Just A Little Shop.

Today, the student loan made a flying visit. Admittedly, quite a bit is going/has gone on Thomas' 21st which I obv can't divulge. But, shopping is shopping and here are some of my latest additions..

Knitted Tweed Cocoon Jumper, £40, Burn Out Zip Back Vest, £15, Paper Bag Trousers, £40, Short Sleeve Tab Sleeve Shirt, £35, Pom Pom Knitted Beanie Hat, £14, all Topshop.

Ostrich Vintage Style X-Body Bag, £24, Urban Outfitters.

Cover What.

What is with the covers this month?

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Above are ELLE's 25th anniversary celebratory covers. I'd say Megan Fox is the best of a bad bunch here, which I feel bad about saying because I'm not her biggest fan and I love Lauren Conrad. My reason being; Fox is more famous for her sultry sex appeal than anything and pre-surgery this was never the case, ergo it's all a bit shallow. In my opinion, ELLE need to go back down the lines of January's Lady GaGa or August's Lily Allen cover.

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As aforementioned, lovely Spring cover for the Autumn. It's not the Cheryl Cole you would usually see, which I don't know if I like, even if it was taken 24rs before being diagnosed with malaria. Again, more famous for her private life than anything else.
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Olivia Palermo, the villain you love to hate (mainly because of her wardrobe and bouncy locks), does she deserve the cover? Debateable. Even she even looks shocked about the situation.

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Lindsay Lohan is by far my favourite cover of the month and she's meant to be the dysfunctional, drug abusing jailbird.

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Love LOVE's covers up to now. Lara Stone and Rosie Huntington Whitely being my favourites, Iggy Pop and Kelly Brook not so much - I think someone forgot to tell her it wasn't another 'lads mag'.

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Interns.

I've come to have more than just a passing interest in The Sunday Telegraph's magazine, Stella. Last week it had some decent articles, ranging from delis and car boot sales to spunky restaurants and tales of the fashion world. Not to mention photoshoots fuelled by the likes of Christian Dior and M&S. The in depth articles of last week's issue were Fearne Cotton, Vera Neumann (the original Laura Ashley), designer Kinder Aggugini and the most relevant of all, interns.

As I am currently faced with the challenge of finding myself a placement year for university I found this article somewhat appealing. Finding a work placement for a year is going to be difficult, finding a fashion placement is going to be extremely difficult. Finding a fashion placement in New York City that pays? Nee impossible.

I know I'm aiming high, but if you don't aim high you're never going to reach that level. And I want to.

The article talks about a fashion intern, script-development intern, charity intern, parliamentary intern and a gallery intern. A brief summary of the article would be that not all interns are bothered about being paid and the age range is from 18-27. The fashion intern is working at Vivienne Westwood and won her internship in a competition. She states that "if you want to establish yourself over the competition you have to work hard and for free". Whilst this may be true there are no rules saying that you can't find a good paid placement and work hard for it. Generally, the more prestigious the internship, the less likely you are to be paid, i.e. all Conde Nast publications.

I am currently on the hunt (with my pain-stakingly constructed C.V's) for an internship, more specifically, companies I'd like to work for and an apartment. The intention is to find an apartment with Mark and possibly do an unpaid stint at VOGUE after my placement.

I already feel like an intern sat at my desk at every available opportunity. I even had to get some glasses for the occasion.

My trip to London is in a couple of weeks and so far have booked some pretty fabulous places, for example dinner at Paradise By Way of Kensal Green and an overnight stop in the Limousin Suite of The Hand & Flowers. It's meant to be for Thomas' 21st but I can safely say that, as things stand, I have had more pleasure out of it than anyone.

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Oh, and incase I hadn't ranted at enough people; Cheryl Cole + VOGUE = Why? Cheryl Cole + VOGUE x 2 = WHY?! It didn't impress me the first time and it has certainly not impressed me the second. What a lovely Spring cover for October's issue.