Daily Wear: The birthday bow!

Hi guys,

I wanted to post these pics yesterday, but blooming blogger was playing up! Thursday was my birthday (i'm now 27 or, as my sister put it "the wrong side of 25") and, as it was my birthday, my inner five year old said I should definitely wear a big birthday bow in my hair:

I'm completely in love with this bow, which is leather and from Topshop. A leather bow is the perfect mix of tough and girly! As for the rest of the outfit: the pumps are topshop too, the jacket is H&M (my new obsession and the perfect summer jacket!) and the dress was from TKMaxx about 5 years ago, and I haven't stopped wearing it since! Incidentally, this is also the dress I was wearing this time last year, when Mike and I celebrated my birthday and got engaged....my wardrobe must've been feeling sentimental!

I had a lovely birthday though, and have lots of lovely prezzies to share with you guys: a gorgeous Betsey Johnson watch from my parents, an OTT clutch bag from Mike, and shoes and homemade jewellery from my sisters: I was spoilt rotten!

In the meantime PLEASE ENTER my competition to win 2 pairs of faith shoes, which i've extended to 5pm today, because of all the blogger issues meaning you guys couldn't enter for the past couple of days!

Love, Tor x

Becky's Birthday - Come Prancing!

Dear blogosphere,

In two hours, I'll 25 years old. Hitting the quart! I'm not going to make your ears bleed with all that droney "Gah! I'm so old" nonsense. I'm young, dumb and full of 'Come Dancing' with all its associated frills.

Surrender to me the following birthday gifts:

Dior Fertility lady stilettos:

Keeping the feet sweet and the ovaries gooey.
Forgive me Imelda, I love them.


The River Island Nazi bag.
Fascistic *and* fierce!


My Judy Garland Life by Susie Boyt
It's no birthday without Judy and spiraling obsession.
It's no life without Judy and spiraling obsession.



ANNND...


A full pony.

I'm sitting by my letterbox in anticipation of your bounty.

Love,
Becky.

Happy Birthday......to me!

Hey hey,

Yesterday was a momentous day. I handed in my 5,000 words on Muriel Spark, and I reached the grand old age of 24- I am officially in my mid-twenties (and very aware that i'm faar too old to still be a student.) To celebrate this momentous occassion my sister came to stay for a few days, and joined a merry crew of party goers and karaoke stars!

My beautiful sister Amie-Dave. Her magic make-up is from Dior and I am infinitely jealous. Her dress was in the Topshop sale for just £5: bargain!

Obviously Miss Wigmore was there for the occassion, and not only did she look stunning, she also baked a cake: a hazelnut filled chocolate-nutella delight, which I am eating for breakfast as I type this very word. Yum! Becky wore the Christopher Kane for Topshop dress she pined over in this previous post but didn't think she could afford; it was reduced to £60 (£56 with student discount) and Becky grabbed at it the way I grab at chocolate cake: quickly and with much greed. Yum again. Teamed with black ballet pumps and Topshop bling (apparently there was a Topshop "thing" going on last night) little Miss Becky looked lovely:

I'm scared that Becky will kill me for not letting her photoshop this before I put it up but I think she looks awesome!

Bucking the Topshop trend, I opted for a Primark floral dress (£14) with a puffball type skirt: there are layers of tulle underneath which give the skirt all the volume. My earrings are topshop, my bracelet is from river island, and (because it was my birthday) I wore killer black wedges.I like to think I look like a curvier, slightly drunker version of a Luella model:

And as well as the drinking (see above) there was singing. Oh boy, was there singing!

We were singing Dolly Parton like we really meant it. Oh yes

With birthdays come fashiony gifts, and I received so many pretty things I just can't wait to show you all. But I'm pretty sure my active high is ebbing out fairly quickly, and I just dont have the energy to change out of my pajamas. I'm going back to bed to sleep and nurse this hangover.....

You know your drunk when you're taking pictures of yourself in the ladies

Lots of love,

Tor xx