Showing posts with label retro. Show all posts
Showing posts with label retro. Show all posts

Saturday, 9 April 2011

Where I'm From, The Culture is DYNAMIC.FRESH. DOPE. GRADE A... Nuff Said

In case I have never openly addressed this on here, I am Nigerian and proudly so. Yoruba to be exact, which is the language he's singing in the video. Lived there through most of my childhood, which was, no doubt, the BEST YEARS OF MY LIFE. Ask any Nigerian you see about how fun it was and how normal their childhood was. Cartoon Network, Fox Kids, CBBC, we had it all.

 I LOVE THIS SONG!

I'm so over England now. I want to go to Nigeria. Queen Lizzie, I still love you, but I gotta put my homeland first.




gfhfweeowpwwwmffff...

Gosh. Serious case of home-country-sickness.

Tuesday, 8 June 2010

...My Endless Love...

*cue song*
Sorry...The title has nothing to do with the content. It just happens to be the song my iTunes has decided to play at this precise moment.. Maybe this is 'My endless Love', subconsciously. Who knows?

Oh-kay... Back to reality. Sorry for the not-so-swift introduction.

Hello there blogger-town and its beautiful inhabitants!
I've missed you so very much. So much, that I haven't written anything on here for days. Penance is in order. Pleaseeeeee forgive my soul!

Sidebar: Ahhh what the 'eck! You love me way too much!


Normalement! Des Affaires des choses... lol. If that makes sense whatsoever. *must remember to speak French often*

From the irrelevance of everything i've written, it is obvious I am still jobless and very, very bored. Facebook and Twitter have become warzones of my incessant psychobabble, and so I decided to throw some of that ranting your way! Hope you like it!!!

Right about now, I'm listening to the wonder that is Doris Day, crooning about a lost lover. Sad, if you ask me. Bless her soul! *Sorry, ranting again*


Lets not get sidetracked again. I came here to rant about  the impeccable sense of style of the 50s/60s, not talk about my iTunes' magical powers at detecting my mood swings.

I think i'm a wee bit too obsessed with that era. Hence the Audrey obsession. Sue me.

Totally love this movie...'Ring a damn be-yell' loool.









how quaint!!!!





www.thesartorialist.blogspot.com

^^^Mega sega super saturn inspiration...How chic? She manages to pull of the lacy tights with a polka dotted skirt AND open toes? She's officially my best friend. 


Oh yesss...Speaking of which, sequins have recently made their way into my wardrobe. Thanks to the mother. This darling piece of sequin goodness is MINE! Thank Jesus!

All for the price of...well...pure cheapness... *chuckles to self*

Okay, i'll show you it soonish. Plan to wear it for a family party shenanigan, once i've figured out how exactly I wanna wear it!

Okay, I think i've talked WAY too much for one blog post. Do forgive me. Result of having nothing to do.

I'll be seeing you!
Loves and Polish biscuits!
xoxo

Sunday, 23 May 2010

...I love, your funny face. Yes, yours.


Awww...Family Matters...Good times... :)


Anybody know where I can get a cheaper, knock-off pair but still excitingly beautiful, amazing look-a-likes of these acne booties? ASAP, por favor? Gracias...
Intheircloset.com...

Maggie From funny face...I actually love her!




The ultimate Ferragamo shoe. Don't hate, its pretty! Such beauty in its... ermm... impracticality?






I fell in love with Marchesa after seeing this dress.... (Didn't even know who Marchesa was....obsession post later...)

www.style.com...




I've decided i'm taking the Elsa/Catherine Baba route...and getting myself a turban.... OR whatever...But I want one!



The rant is over....I think? Yeah.

So bye bye...
xoxo

Friday, 5 March 2010

vintage obsession....

...can I just say Beyond Retro is a shop and a half????

TOTES... like TOTAlly,,, love, adore, heart/wanna work there and marry the store...


...it's actually love bordering on obsession...


just thought i'd let you know.

Au revoir,
xoxo

The friendies...

InCASE you were wondering...

... none of these photos are mine, s'il vous plait. Unless you happen to see pictures of yours truly or whatever (which I beg you to ask for permission before you acquire), I own no claims whatsoever to the images.

Many thanks,
She.
xoxo