Showing posts with label list. Show all posts
Showing posts with label list. Show all posts

Wednesday, 27 October 2010

To Do...

I am an obsessive list-maker (see below for recent examples!) and...

...I think this might be the best to do list I’ve ever seen... It was written by Johnny Cash and is up for auction here

Thursday, 17 December 2009

If I Were To Spend £100 on a Pillow...

It would be this pillow.

Because it’s true, it’s cute and it’s something to hide behind when The Bartlets fight.

Another addition to the imaginary Christmas List.

Pedlars, £94.95

Friday, 6 November 2009

The Love'n'Lame Lists

The LOVE List

Natalia

Just utterly, UTTERLY gorgeous. A total girl-crush, but also pretty life legendary. Married to Lord Portman and mama to a growing brood, Natalia just has that doe-eyed-but-perverse look about her that makes her utterly delicious to look at.




Miroslava

Obviously the newest addition to the Love List. Everything I wish I was, and some of the things I am (5 foot 2 and brunette!) she's no.1 in the style stakes.




Anna

Not an obvious role model in many ways, but just so fucking fabulous at her job. Chilly, brilliant, no-nonsense and Queen of the fashion world. All hail!






Grace

For having the kind of creative vision which make me crave Vogue and all its magical shoots.




Kate
For being Marianna, and for being Hanna. A truly ballsy English rose.









Emma

There isn't a cooler woman in the world. Part of the Cambridge footlights crew from the beginning, and gives of the air of being a total bloody legend. I want to be her friend so badly...




The LAME List

Sienna

For being famous for sleeping with Jude Law. Never ever ever a good reason to be famous. Bad actress, bad designer, bad taste in men. 'The September List' ultimately exposed her as wholly talentless. Also, for promoting the scruffy-boho look. Peasant tops? Boo!


Emma

Watch her eyebrows when she 'acts'. They're incredible. Not a style icon, no matter how much her PR would like her to be. Rude and superior, by all accounts. Always ironic coming from someone rather lacking in superior talent or skill.