I just wanted to quickly let you all know that I am selling my old Uggs on ebay. They are the black classic tall ones in size 4.5, which will fit UK size 4 and anyone that is in between a 4 and a 5 (like me). In some shops I am a 4 and others a 5 and these still fit me. They are in bloomin good condition, if I do say so myself because they have hardly been worn which you can see from the picture of the soles. They are ever so slightly marked where the leg bit joins the top of the shoe but the flash picked up on this and made it look worse than it actually is. The only reason I am selling them is because I now prefer the shorted style and just ordered myself a pair of chocolate brown ones. They are selling at a fantastic price too with original packaging included (currently bidding at £20), considering they are originally £190 to buy new! Have a little look if you are interested and let me know if you are watching them or bidding, I'd love for a fellow blogger to get their hands on them. You have until 2pm, Sunday 27th October!
Monday, 21 October 2013
Friday, 18 October 2013
|My makeshift bookends - 2 body butters and a tin full of my tips from work...|
|'Keep Calm and Carry On' purple notebook - £1.99 Dobbies|
|Typewriter journal - $10.95 New York Public Library|
|Dark green leather notebook - £5 TK Maxx|
It has recently come to my attention that I have a small obsession with notebooks. When deciding on the name of this blog post, I googled 'fetish' just to make sure I was spelling it right and the definition appeared on my screen. It appears I have a 'sexual fixation' on pretty notebooks. 'A form of sexual desire in which gratification is linked to an abnormal degree to a particular object, item of clothing, part of the body etc' to be exact. I feel slightly uncomfortable now.
I keep on buying all sorts of different notebooks with no real intention to write anything in them. Not only do I have nothing to write in them that is of great importance, but I also don't want to spoil them. Does that sound silly? I'm not sure what one my favourite it, I can't decide between the gorgeous dark green leather one or the super cute typewriter one that I bought in the New York Public Library this summer. It's a close competition. Maybe I'll have the courage to write on the first page in one of them soon but don't hold your breath.
Does anyone else have a 'fetish' for notebooks, or for anything else? (Nothing of the sexual sort, please.)