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Showing posts with label nica. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nica. Show all posts

Saturday, 21 December 2013

Ni Hao

Coat: Next, Dress: Marks and Spencers, Shirt: Next, Bag: Nica via TK Maxx, Boots: Clarks
The pig illustrations are on hiatus for the time being as my final year of university has quite literally overtaken my life. If you happen upon me pitching a tent in All Saints library don't be surprised. 

This photo was taken during a cheeky university trip to Shanghai back in November, which in the words of Towie was 'totes amaze'. Hopefully I will sort my life out and post some more photos which includes a particularly geeky informative trip to a silk factory. For the time being though, I shall leave you with a photo of myself smiling through exhaustion after a very busy morning navigating around Shanghai. How much do you now want a wall covered in flowers?!

Saturday, 25 May 2013

Awkward Pig

Coat, Jeans & Shirt: Next, Necklace: Oasis, Boots: Clarks, Bag: Nica via TK Maxx, Shopper: Liberty for Comic Relief


When I'm not pretending to be a pig (psycho-analyse that all you want) I quite enjoy standing awkwardly in vintage markets while people take my photo. It's a niche hobby in league with paper quilling and collecting stuffed animals.


On a more helpful note I have spotted this Nica bag in back in TK Maxx recently. I've seen it in a mustard and a navy, so if you want to help me start a trend feel free to rush to your local TK (I shop there so much that we're on first name terms) and bag yourself a bag. We can be bag twins and your quality of life will drastically improve. Fact.

NB/ No, I do not work for TK Maxx, I just enjoy spouting inconsequential rubbish.

Saturday, 17 November 2012

Hogtor Who

Coat: Joy, Bag: Nica, Tights: Marks and  Spencers, Boots: Bertie via TK Maxx


I realise that long hiatuses from blogging are very much frowned upon however I do have a pretty concrete excuse, even if I do say so myself: I travelled back in time to the sixties. 

Did the swing coat give it away? Or perhaps my velvet Chelsea boots? Either way I think you'll have to agree that my ability to blend into my surrounding era is quite marvellous. Doctor Who has got nothing on this pig.