Scandinavian Roots

When No Is Not Enough. The man in the movie industry, often referred to as G-D (Harvey Weinstein) has been accused by a 22-year old model of groping her breasts and private parts (that's how the report described it). His reasoning was to find out if her breasts were real. It seems our Italian model (who had been involved with Silvio Berlusconi - obviously no stranger to powerful men, then) didn't know who Harvey was. Why that should make a difference I don't know. If she had recognised him, would that have advanced either of their prospects? This just doesn't seem to ring true to me. I'm going to watch this story for you and report if any more information becomes available.

The Boiler Suit/Jumpsuit/Onesie. Why didn't I think of this earlier? I used to be a huge fan of this garment. Fashion Editor Luke Leitch in April's Instyle magazine called this "part of the Man-Repeller" range. The last time I had them in my wardrobe, they were by Norma Kamali or Kenzo (that's a very long time ago). But let's get back to the new crop of suits. I must confess this idea has come from the magazine pages, rather than having actually tried one on. But I can see much mileage in this - even more than with my previously-mentioned flirtation with Denim. Just have to find one that I like and doesn't make me look like an apprentice plumber. Not trying to make it difficult, but I fancy one in khaki, or maybe the flowered one in Dior (but that one's a tad too expensive for me). I just saw one by ASOS (£45) but where's the shop? Yes, I know it's online only! Haha just kidding. Well, only just... At this rate I could go through all the major trends in my head and save a fortune by dismissing them and wearing what I've got. Nooooo!! So who has the telephone number of ASOS then?

For the recent festivities, I was up North. Please, will someone let me know when the weather decided to be hot in Leeds? Yes, you know what I'm going to say now - I have brought absolutely nothing to wear for Spring Heat. And what I have brought up, well I can make do with (have to) but this will make you laugh. I've not brought the right shoes! How is that possible, I hear you ask?! I really don't know. And now all my trousers are on the floor. I must try to get this travelling wardrobe thing right! I think it's the timing issue to packing (haven't I complained about this before?) At least I didn't forget my Spanks...

Went to the MacArthur Glen outlet in York and, as always had huge fun. I bought three - yes, three! - tops. One from Adidas and two from Ralph Lauren. What with my £12.99 top from the sale rail in Marks & Spencers' I've updated my spring wardrobe for under £100! I have mentally checked them all with my existing clothes and Hey Presto! they all work. Except... OK, we're waiting for it... I need either one other pair of trousers or an all-in-one and some Spring Flats. Somehow a pair of Stan Smiths has crept into my subconscious as well. So that's just a bit of High/Low fashion for me. See what I did there? Totally didn't take any advice of what I said only a few weeks ago.

Is it a new Boy Band? A new hair colour? Or some kind of exotic vegetable? None of the above. The term I'm referring to is "Scandinavian Roots". As in, is there any Scandinavian blood in your family? I'm not going to assume you all know me - let's start at the beginning. Polish/Russian descent, brown eyes not blue, nothing Nordic to be found at all. So why the possible mistake? I'm blonde. Very blonde. And although it's a wonderful colour, the only natural blondes my colour are about three-years old! (This is very important to my story). Whilst I was in Leeds, some friends introduced me to a possibly suitable candidate (they thought). Everything was going quite well until a comment was made about my blonde hair. He obviously liked blondes and I thanked him and then talked about the different perception people had of me as a blonde. His face expressed shock! Was I not a natural blonde!? Did I not have Scandinavian Roots? (lots of laughing from my hairdresser as well). To which I replied, laughing, "No not at all. I'm naturally dark brown." But my height, my slim build, he exclaimed (seems he's used to slightly plumper women). Then he said (wait for this - it's a doozy) "How much does your hair cost?" I could not believe this question! Since when is this second-date material? I laughed, said nothing... and he tried to figure it out! And I let him. "It must be thousands! Five to Six K a year!" he gasped. As far as I'm concerned it's absolutely none of his business. You will not believe what he said next. His next exclamation was, "Is this my largest expense?" To which I laughed some more! Need I continue?... NEXT!!

I've just taken the plunge (I don't quite know why) but after I bought my new mascara, a few moments later I decided to try the new red lipstick and gloss by Dior, "999". There I was - red lips, red coat. I didn't buy the lipstick and gloss. Thought I'd see how we go until I got home. When I got home, I still liked it. So I've gone back and bought them. When you next see me, I will be Scandinavian Blonde (it's in the genes, apparently), smoky eyes, red lips, natural nails. And I know what will happen. You'll all think I look like a cross between Natalie Portman and Charlize Theron. Ha! How fabulous is that? All I'll have to do then is go from a size 40/42 to a 34/36. Not quite sure that's really possible, but the red lips are. So no stopping me now!

Happy Shopping!

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