Sunday, 24 March 2013

Tooth Fury

 This week has been a sad week. My teeth moved out (were forcibly removed) by a dentist man and I got a job and heaven knows I'm miserable now.
I've got severe dental phobia so I had to be sedated for the procedure and had to bring an escort (my pap) along with me. Sadly he decided to almost faint watching MY mouth being sliced and diced and we had to go in an ambulance to the hospital while I was still sedated. I don't remember how I got out of the dentist's chair and down the stairs but I DO remember telling dad to get out of hospital bed because I needed to sleep. I also remember letting the blood soaker uppers slop out of my mouth onto the hospital reception desk while I was trying to ask the nice lady for some more dressing.
At least now I have some extra friends. I really like their little legs, I might buy some barbie shoes for them. Another new buddy in the bedroom clan is my tamagotchi, Pumpernickel. In other news, I have so many great new things for the shop which will be put up over the next week or so, yipee!

Necklace by Natali Koromoto

90s Metallic Tshirt for sale here.

Vintage 80s Ghostbusters Carry Case for sale here.

Saturday, 16 March 2013


You look wonderful xo

Tuesday, 5 March 2013

Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows

Spring has finally sprung, the daffodils are daffodiling about and the smell of grass is lingering in the air. It's the perfect day for a cemetery book reading. It's days like this when I miss the uni cemetery and my lunchtime break spot. Alas, to quench my thirst I thought a swing on some swings might help and it did. So while I was swinging on the swings and reading the signs in the playground saying 'no ball games, no skating, no people above this height', a lady walked past me with her dog and kind of gave me a half smile/half pity look, I'm sure you know the type. I figured it must be because I'm 22, alone in a playground and sucking on a lollipop. Then I started to think, why is that lady denying herself the pleasure of a swing?! She walked right past it, there was one free, it was right there. To me, this is some kind of sacrilege. I thought it was kind of sad how people older than 10 are looked down upon for playing in playgrounds. They're built for kids specifically which is annoying because my legs kept hitting the rubber floor, but why? Being a kid, I'm talking about age 2-8 here, mostly involves playing around, colouring in, screaming, pooping and people putting on a ridiculous voice and telling you whatever you want to hear. Being an adult so far has included exams, essays, job seeking, failure and an overall sense of inadequacy. Wouldn't it be a better idea to build playgrounds for adults so that when you're having a cruddy day, you can just pop off for 5mins and have a swing or sit on a roundabout, release some stress. No kids allowed because they've got it best if anything. I miss the days of sliding down a slide without my feet hitting the floor after a millisecond and without being with anyone who says 'don't touch the slide, that's where the tramps piss.' I would rather get 100 tramp piss patches on my jeans than walk past a slide.

Witch Trash

 Jumper: Vintage    Shirt: Topshop     Necklace: Extollo Jewelry    Spooky Barrette: Still Jolly   
 Witch & Trash Banner Pins: Pizza Brat

I woke up to a wonderous bunch of packages this morning from some really cute crafty girls. I'll be doing proper blogposts about the precious booty in the next few days but for now here's a sneak peek!

Thursday, 21 February 2013

A Spooktacular Trade

Jeans: Topshop    Velvet top: Vintage     Shoes: Vintage    Fuzzy Stole: Dressing up box
Vest: ANGEL BREANA     Axoltol Embroidery Pins: Leighlalovesyou   
Dreamy Pin: Cryybaby    Angry Alien Pin: Etteshop    Alien Guy Pin & Moon Pin: Bodypartss
Leave Me Alone Pin: Lunamothshop    Loser Hand Medal Pin: Hoodratroughdiamond

Cast your peepers over this exquisite object. I can't believe it has been made just. for. me. From Bree, for me. I am a lucky old soul. If there has ever been a post to celebrate the wonder of Tumblr and trades and fabulous human beings, this is the one. I can't even begin to stress my gratitude, I love it so much and it is super special to me. Everytime I wear it, I will think of her little smiling face. Thank you eternally, BaBree, you have helped me become the best space maiden I can be xoxoxoxox

Monday, 18 February 2013

Yeah, well, you know, that's just, like, your opinion, man.

Today me and Sam went on a belated Valentines bowling date. I'm happy to announce that I won 3 games out of 4. What a better way to shellabrate than an outfit post with my all time favourite shirt. Girl Power ✌

T-shirt: Vintage    Cardigan: H&M    Skirt: AA    Tights: Gift     Shoes: Vintage   Collar Necklace: Topshop
Dog Necklace: BuriedDiamond     Alien Pin: EtteShop

Sunday, 17 February 2013

Leigh Wowzer

As an overbearing axolotl mommy, I make sure to snap up all and any axolotl products I can get my hands on. I guess this is the equivalent of those mums who get their babies photographed in plantpots and such. Anyway, the more personalised, the better. When I saw this listing, , I tried to manage my excitement levels because I figured axolotls wouldn't be on the list of embroider friendly pets but no, I was so so wrong. Leigh was so friendly and flexible and managed to create 2 wonder babies spit spot. I'm so happy with them and proud to pop them on show for all to see. Not only does she do great pet embroideries, she's also got a range of our favourites including my homeboy, Steve Zissou.

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This Valentines Day was so great. Me and Sam swapped gifts the night before and he drew me as the wisp maiden of the marimo forest riding on one of my humble axolotl steeds and he got me stickers of my logo so I can look all professional and fancy. I decoupaged a penguin for him with all our favourite things and best JenSam moments and got him a fuzzy armadilly friend. For the big day we went to Leicester and I managed to get a bunch of stuff to stock up my Etsy and then I managed to persuade him to queue up for half an hour to see the Richard III exhibition. He doesn't care for kings in car parks but I do. We also checked out the car park where he was found which has already been recemented and we went into the cathedral and lit some candles for the old boy and had a peek at his memorial plaque. The inside scoop from the cathedral guide worker man is that Leicester definitely have the rights to keep Richard here which is pretty cool for Leicester as Richard is all we have but I think it kind of sucks for Richard himself as a) Leicester have already had him for 500 years and they didn't look after him very well, building a car park over him and all b) He's from York so I bet he'd prefer to go back up there. The exhibition itself didn't tell me too much that I didn't already know and it was super tiny and chock a block with teens who were hoping to see a dead body, but instead got a glance at a plastic skull, but I'm glad I went and absorbed some Richard vibes.


SO sweet, thank you thank you thank you xo

Monday, 28 January 2013


Sam's mum is trying to get everyone that comes into the house to paint an animal so I had a go at painting Spook. I haven't painted since I was 15 and my art teacher said I was basically crud at all art so I just automatically veered away from everything creative for a long long time. So I'm pretty happy that I've gone and done a paint. I don't really care what it looks like but I think I captured Spook's little dragon smile and that's good enough for me. Screw you, Mrs Eyre.


Who can walk into a charity shop and walk right out again without this guy in their pockets? First of all he's a pastel rainbow child. Second of all, he's a jellyfish and no kids ever want to buy jellyfish, they always go for the cats and the bunnies. Third of all, his name is Goochy, which is kind of pervy so he's going to live with me in a safe haven without prejudice from now on.
Also, just as I was hunting for a new shirt with an extreme collar, Sam's mum found me one in a charity shop. The thrifting Gods have shined upon me this day.

Saturday, 26 January 2013

Captain Creepy

This post is to raise a metaphorical glass to the beautiful and talented Miss Dani Von Gore ( We did a trade (my first ever art trade) and I couldn't be happier with this little package of rainbows and happiness. She drew me, Snork and Spook altogether as a sweet angel family which makes me very happy as I always get tank envy and want to hug them but I'm not allowed thanks to the goddamn laws of the universe. I will definitely be trading with her again, the queen of sublime packaging. Check out her shop here!

Monday, 21 January 2013

Pigeon Privilege

Hat: Topshop     Snood:  Asos      Dungaree Dress: Topshop     Pigeon Brooch: Etsy    Tights: Ebay     Socks: Ebay     Gumboots: Ebay

{My boyfriend and his family just got a puppy Border Collie called Maisy (although I prefer to call her Sir Puppington, Puppelaia, Count Puppula, Pandapop, Pandaface etc) and she's my new best bud. The last few days have consisted of napping by the fire with my little friend, hiding out from the snow and playing growl ball.}

This outfit post is to speak out for pigeon privilege, a matter very close to my heart.  In my 22 years on this earth, too many times have I come across pigeon abuse. I don't know why some people think it's okay if they see a bunch of pigeons just having a Sunday stroll around the park, their first reaction is to run at these birds and try and boot them as hard as they can. Would you do that to a toucan or a penguin? 
I was once walking through Milan with some friends and one veered away from the pigeons, scowling and calling them 'rats with wings' and my mum often says 'they carry diseases'. I find that weird because I've never caught a cough from a pigeon. Also, doesn't every organism carry diseases? Did anyone think that maybe pigeons might catch a flu from us? Pigeons don't even have the NHS. As I've mentioned ye olde 'rats with wings' slur, I might as well say that my writing applies to rats as well (rights for rats). 
Pigeons are domesticated rock doves that have returned to wild or semi-wild conditions. They are one of few animals that have a sense of self and can recognise a picture of themselves in a reflection. Why is everyone amazed when it's a dolphin but never bothered when it's a pigeon?  They can also recognise individual people and are not fooled by a change of clothes. Although they might not be the most elegant looking birds from afar, eating scabby chips of the floor in the town centre, their coat has IRIDESCENT patches. Little patches of magic. And who doesn't love that cooing sound they make that marks the end of a Summer day?
Give peace a chance yo.