weequizzie

Ok, that’s a shit title but this is not shit.

This little number is by Unique at Topshop. There’s a dress on there as well, and I saw Rhianna wearing half of something in this print on the Alan Carr show. I like the jumper. A lot.

Found via fur coat, no knickers

So says Mr Chuck Palahniuk and I agree and also disagree. I mostly ask people so they’ll talk and I won’t have to, and because it’s something to cut into the silence when you’re in a lift with a colleague on Monday morning and there’s nothing else to say. Man, that lift can feel so cold. And I hate the word colleague.

The weekend is here and it brings good times with my cousin. Today we shoot off to Borough Market to hang, hopefully drink Monmouth Coffee, look at nice food and then chow down at The Garrison. It’s going to be good – the sun is shining, the D70 will come along and many words will be spoken.

Sunday got an injection of free excitement jacked into it by a sweet win from Girl Meets Dress, Janey B and I will be hitting Somerset House and London Fashion Weekend for designer discounts and maybe a glass of champagne.

Hello pretty weekend, you have given me something to talk about when the cold Monday morning casts it’s too bright light into my still-stuck-in-the-weekend eyes.

Image by ungtblod

battersea powerstation, originally uploaded by famapa.

Famapa takes the best pikkers.

So, my studio recently moved from (the supposedly hip) Shoreditch to (the less hip but supposedly more arty) Battersea. I was trying to think about what’s good in Battersea and I was left with two thoughts – Albert Bridge and Battersea Power Station. Albert Bridge because it’s pink and blue, and Battersea Power Station because it’s right and honest – if it was your friend, it would tell you it straight.

I have disgusting little fingers so I never wear rings but I could make an exception for any of these. I love old gold boutique. The bow and the owl are from the lovely Fred Flare. Man, that circus ring is totally killing me. I wonder how heavy it is…

My Valentine’s gifts to Maffews were a sunflower starter kit and a baby tomato growing kit. They are growing! Now we just need to love them back and make sure they grow big and strong.

Sprouting, originally uploaded by weequizzie*.

Cupcakes. That’s it. By Violet

on my desktop. Don’t know where these came from.

This is my kind of math(s)

I love Bukowski.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
you?