White Russians are incredible. I love them and last night I remembered just how much. Vodka, Kalua and milk. Do it.
The Dude abides…
Hemingway would never have had a pink typewriter.
This advertisement made me want to cry and then tell the dog not to be so silly. Awwwwwwwww, wee doggie and a cat. Seriously though, I was nearly crying.
via Maffews
I gone done some Polvore-ing.
Don’t step in the poo by weequizzie featuring nude shoes
This lovely dress from Topshop, some seriously black opaque opaques and these button heels. Simples. Oh, and a nice little necklace from IGWT (Megan reminded me of my ongoing love affair with this necklace and my hate affair with international shipping).
and the cheapest.
Damn you, Warby Parker, I need you to ship internationally. I’m totally blind, please, pleeeeeease.
What about both. I ended up getting the iPhone 4 in black because I couldn’t wait for Steve Jobs to get his act together and magic up the white version. So, how happy am I to find this Kate Spade cover, I just hope they’ll stock it at the pop-up that’s in London for the next month as they don’t ship internationally.
A black and white phone? A spotty phone? Yep, that’s a winner.
Spied these over on Le blog de Betty. Adding to my wish list.
I’m really disturbed by something I watched on BBC iPlayer this morning. Very disturbed. Spun out. Nigella goes all psycho on a prawn, chowing down, shell and all. Fortunately, she ripped the head off before crunching down on the spidery legs. I don’t know whether I’m in awe or having some sort of Freudian episode. My advice? Always de-shell.
Seriously, check it out, about seven minutes in. Freaky deaky.
