Dainty Doll

Dainty Doll By Nicola Roberts. Available at Boots

I'm sure you're all aware from my previous makeup posts that I am very much a woman of the fair-skinned variety. I'm so pale, infact, that even my Irish grandmother - hailing from a land where everyone is pale - frequently enquires as to wether or not I'm 'a little under the weather' as a result of my persistant pallor. Over the years I've come to adore having fair skin - especially as it enhances the drama of my love affair with red lipstick! However, the downside to being so pale is that the quest to find a foundtion to match my skintone and not render me a strange hue of orange has been difficult to say the least.

Step forward the 'Dainty Doll' range created by the Ivory skinned Nicole Roberts. Stocked in all large Boots stores and availabe online this little range has proved to be somewhat of a lifesaver for me. There are four shades within the collection and for the first time in known history the fairest was actually too fair for me!

As a result I wear shade '002' and I've found it's the closest (by a long shot) to the perfect match for me. The foundation itself has a lovely consistency and a little goes a long way (good job too - at £22 it is a little pricey!) It requires a little blending but once sunken offers flawless coverage that lasts all day. It can cling a little to dry areas so I would reccommend doubling up on pre application moisturisation if you're prone to dry patches but other than that I can't find much fault with it.

Although like I say it's a little on the pricier side it's well worth the investment in my eyes, especially if like me you've been searching for that lighter shade for a long time. To see the foundation 'in action' on myself click here or here for my previous makeup looks.

Tattoo or not tattoo

Here. Here. Here.

I'm utterly in love with ink.

From full sleeves, to secret (or not so secret) symbols to meaningful quotes that we could all do with remembering they impress, inspire and excite me in so many ways.

I always admire the dedication and decision making that comes with committing something to your body for life (or at least life without insanely powerful lasers). I'm indecisive by nature and my habit of over thinking things hinders me yet further but the idea of making such a strong commitment appeals to my soul.

I know personally what  I would have inked upon myself I'm just waiting for the right moment. But what about the rest of you? Do you love or loathe ink? Perhaps you have taken the plunge already and already adorned yourself if so I'd love to see.

Heavy Duty

Warehouse

Yep, more studs. Officially catching up with the number of skull printed items I own. This particular bag stole my heart on a shopping trip with my mum and sister. I've been searching for a bag for work which is practical, simple but with a little attitude and this seemed to tick all the boxes. If studs are also your thing check out the link above or look here and here for some other tasty options.

Duly Noted

In this technological age it sadly seems that the era of the notebook has been left behind.

I spent much of my childhood scribbling into various 'diaries' they never lasted till more than March but looking back now they're precious glimpses into the little person I was back then.

This current notebook has been in circulation for a year or two, sometimes I've used it everyday, others I haven't touched it in months. Looking back through today though in order to snap these photos (choosing the least revealing/provocative page of course!) was hilarious. The above post was a recollection of one of my incredibly vivid dreams and thanks to the paper above I feel I can almost relive it even now. 

Such is the beauty of a notebook.

Do any of you keep one? Or do you see them as a waste of time and potential danger (hello nosy people in unguarded bedrooms)

If I were sophisticated

If I were sophisticated I would wear this to a sophisticated party. I imagine it would be in London or New York, perhaps Milan if I was feeling the need for a cosmopolitan getaway. I would drink champagne (despite the fact I don't like it) and laugh to myself at how it matched my dress. I would perhaps dance a little - and I'd have killer moves for once and my lipstick would most definitely not smudge onto my teeth. I would clamber gracefully into a cab at the end of the night and I would have enough money to pay the fair.

Until then I will sit in my joggers and hoodie and create outfits like this for a little entertainment.