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Neivz by Steven Shein necklace just dropped at Lazy Oaf. Fink I’m in love.

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.

So, I lost my way a bit and forgot about clothes chattering. Too many good clothes out there to chatter about – capes, coats, jackets, socks, Katherine AP undies, boots, knits, did I say boots?

So, here’s some stuff I’m liking the look of:

To see, or not to see?

Paul (and Art) meet Bruce, originally uploaded by weequizzie*.

Saturday shopping…

It’s the time for coats to fall off hangers and into palms and onto backs. It’s time for me to think too much that if I don’t buy my Autumn coat now, I’m doomed to never find the one I want. These two beauties seem like a good place to start.

is killing me with these. Ahhhhhhhh.

Don’t Worry, originally uploaded by shrinkwrapped.

There’s a ban going on. It’s the emma-buys-no-more-stuff-she-doesn’t-need ban. That means no dresses, necklaces, pretty things and the like. I’m allowed a haircut and some self maintenance – I’m totally checking out Shavata for some brow threading action – but that is it. I need to wear what I have, walk in the shoes I’ve already bought and suck it up. It’s my birthday in the first week of August so this is going to be haaaaaaaaaaard but boo hoo. I wonder if I can do it. Reign it in. Be on the right side. No books for August either. Nope, but fortunately lovely Janey has leant me a couple to get me into September, so I should just about make it. Pray for me.

Here’s a picture of a chair I wish I was sitting on.

.11, originally uploaded by hildagrahnat.

I wish I was at the beach but I’m not, I’m under the eaves, surrounded by architects and wilting. Uck well, it’s the middle of the week and my birthday is not far off. Ahh birthday, let’s eat some nice food, drink some nice booze and put on some nice birthday appropriate footwear.

Everyone in London is wilting. Apart from the fuckers with AC.