Dandy loves frankie

This month, I have the absolute pleasure of making a little appearance in my fave mag ever – frankie. So if you're in Oz, get off ya butts and grab a copy (or get your best mates mum to get you one!)and if you're not and you don't have a lovely Mrs. Radtke to pop down to the local newsagent for you, then you could try your luck for a button pack here.

When the going gets tough, the tough go home

Sometimes the world and all the people in it get the better of me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a misanthrope or anything, but every now and then I feel like yelling Not Very Nice Things at variuos people I encounter throughout my day. At times like this I like to stay at home, in comfy 'home' clothes, and look at lovely pictures on lovely blogs to remind myself how lovely things can be when you don't have all the hum-drum to contend with.

Archives

Perched above my cupboard in a fluffy pile of dust sit a couple of brown boxes. They have patterned wallpaper glued to the front (aesthetic reasons only, and not integral to this post) and a tag that reads 'summer'. I'm almost ready to ready to pull them down, refill them with woolies re-label that tag to say 'winter'. That is until I step into the shade and remember it's still cold where the sun don't shine. The brown box is on stand-by, though, ready to go anytime now.

Mr Dandy Long-Legs

Who doesn't have very long legs at all, but tells me he's long where it counts. (His eyeslashes, of course!)

Colours SS'09

Throughout the year, my locks inadvertently go through many shades of red. Factors that cause this include sun, swimming and time between hair-washing. This summer –it's almost there – I'm headed for somewhere between a woodland fox and an orange M&M. Yum.

Buttons Behaving Badly

I've never lost a button (touch wood). Even when struggling on the tube juggling an array of bags and books, I still manage to catch a wayward little bugger escaping from my clothing mid flight. They live in a drawer until I realise it's time to get them back on, or freeze to death from half-buttoned coats in minus zero weather.

It's written in the stars

I know, I wrote it.

A Place For Everything and Everything In Its Place

I try not to wait until a new year to make resolutions, but I still jot down a few things that could be addressed. This year they include (but are not limited to): spending less time hovering in the kitchen; spending less time hovering in pretty shops; and spending less time hovering in general. My love for pottering about organising piles of papers and putting things away is cutting into vauable time that can be better spent elsewhere. It must be stopped. So to hell with cleanliness, here's to a messy — but not that messy — 2009.

Wellie Weather

Eat, walk, eat, walk, DVD, sleep. Repeat. Now that, my friends, is what Christmas is all about. (Besides the presents, of course.) Happy holidays!

Really, I don't have a television.

Do I get bored? Nope. How do I manage? I get by. Did I watch it as a kid? Sure I did. For at least 2 solid hours a day, after school on mum's ugly brown sofa, in a sea of mint green carpet, always upside down. Perhaps that (and any reality TV show involving singing/weight/DIY) has left me scarred for life.

Flora & Fringes (Bangs & Blooms)

I spent a few delicious hours at Columbia Road today, perched in the sunshine at the Royal Oak, sipping (erm, sculling) mulled wine and watching the flower market go by. I tell ya what, the kids down there sport some mighty impressive fringes — even if I do say so myself. It was a visual feast of bangs and blooms. Three for a fiver anyone?!

Rabbit Ear Coat

Dear Santa,
Thanks to the lovely folk at Liberty and their amazing sale, I've managed to acquire a large portion of the previously mentioned A.P.C collection. Thus you'll be happy to know this item can be struck off my Christmas list. Now, about that rabbit...

Note to Self

Dear Self,
Next time you wake up half an hour before your alarm and think 'Hey, I actually feel good I should get up' then proceed to roll over and force yourself back to sleep — knowing that you'll wake up feeling worse — just get up. Or at least try not to lose your phone/miss the bus/get caught in the rain/sit on you specs in your sleep induced stupor.

Lady with an... Erm...

...puppy?

Sunny Side Under

Someone told me about some cheap flights to the land of Oz — thank you someone, you know who you are — and in a moment of glorious impulse I booked a couple of tickets for me and My Boy. So in the early months of next year, I'll be hauling my pasty butt across the ocean to sprawl on glorious golden sands and do some serious freckle accumulation. You bloody beauty.

Early Bird, Night Owl

I went to an 'In Yo Face' party on the weekend. I had to wear something on my face that normally wouldn't be there. There are lots of things that normally wouldn't be on my face, so it was difficult to narrow it down. My friends and I settled on an animal-head theme, it was a real...hoot. (Sorry, I couldn't help myself.)

Spoon Me (No, You Spoon Me)

Dear Santa,
This year I'd like a giant lop rabbit to fall asleep into on days like this. I'd also like the entire A.P.C fall/winter 09 collection, please.
Lots of love,
Dandy x

Gloomy Balloon

A serious case of Mondayitis.

The Tear Monster

Strikes again.

The Art of Posing (Naturally)

When trying to look nonchalant cool (when in reality posing your butt off) one must consider a few vital things. The first and foremost being the height of one's platforms, and the balance one may or may not have on them. Other things include; current wind conditions; crowd control; and ankle strength and flexibility.