girls like her dont shine so bright..

Quite the contrary. She is shining pretty bright to me. Shine a light! Shine a light on the sitaution. She is.

I want me some Lowrise jeans.

Take me back SOMEONE.

So little time SO much to do.

Tomorrow is the UCAS deadline date for university applications. This is a very important day BUT as always i am avoiding the most important thing i should be on with and whoring the internet for images of The Olsens. Ashley preferably. 

I heart them. I always have. I was a major fan of 'Two of a Kind' and all there willy nilly films with stupid storylines. Truth be known i am actually a bit of a girly girl at heart. In some senses 'those senses not love though Little Jimmy'.

Thats not a quote. I was just speaking in an American southern accent to myself.

Anyway yes. The twins. I think they look exceptionally well dressed pretty much ALL of the time (even when Mary-Kate went through that whole hobo phase- she still looked hot cos lets face it she was still drapping herself in scarves that are probably more expensive that my car and by that i mean when i bought it.

Gotta scoot Little Jimmy i hear Christine is on her way.

The mothership...Again.

'Daisy... Dont these look like willys'



GO ON. Reach round me. I dare ya.

Nancy on a plate. Dire straits. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqOSR7KX_ik
'Play this at my funeral Daisy.... and dress up really nice, but in black. I dont want people turning up in colour.' Right mum. (This is my mother. I work with her on a saturday in a Spar shop that she owns. Saturdays now consist of me, my mother and Kelly. Kelly has a grin on her face from the minute i walk in (i use to work with her everyday and not only did we form a great friendship we also made a really good working team) i dont understand why she is so happy too see me as i am usually an hour late or so. The last saturday i worked with these two (cant think of the right word to describe them) sweet sweet special children, they found it hilarious to sing Johnny Cash songs to me all day as i had made it clear how little a fan i was of the film 'Walking the Line'.. Kelly is making a Johnny Cash mix CD for next Saturday. Joy. It also contained one of the funniest stories my mother has ever told me, it did take her 20mins or so to tell me this as Kelly had tears rolling down her face from laughing so much. I probably shouldnt tell you this story as it is slightly private but what the hell....

We recently invested in a slushpuppie machine in the shop this is proving to be a big seller (and its yummeh with vodka) in investing this we have invested in a 'slushpuppie man' as we call him who calls once a month or so and checks on the machine. I have never met him as he usually comes midweek when i am at college, He is called Stan, or Mike, or Colin or something, he is Scottish and a bit rude sometimes, apparently.

Anyway Mum had eaten steak the night before he came and had a dicky tummy all day so she was in the staff room toilet when she shouted to my dad (who was passing through the back of the shop) to get her some toilet roll or something like this and left the door unlocked so he could pop it in for her. So there she was 'dropping the kids off'  with her pants round her ankles when low and behold WHO barges in the staff room toilet door but the slush puppie man. Nancy screams and slams the door in his face, yelling 'OH MY GOD! GET OUT!'

He leaves but instead of returning back into the shop he stays just outside the staff room toilet door and waits for her to do her business. By this point my mum is so embarrased she cant even bring herself to spray airfreshner as she doesnt want to make it obvious (LIKE ITS ALREADY NOT!) so she saunters out humming to herself with a box of tampax to make it look as though she was on a period and continues to walk back through the shop holding them, waving to the locals. Nancy... You and your bowls. TOO many funny stories.

Anyway yes, Nancy only wants black and nicely dressed folk at her funeral. This is the women who turned up to work wearing ALL red. ALL. RED. Red dress, Red (high denier) tights, Red shirt (worn open), Red flower in her hair and her Patsy Klein Snakeskin boots. After me and Kelly rolling round laughing at her for a good while i contemplated taking a picture of her and dubbing it 'Could this be the worst outfit ever?' But then in walks my younger brother Bobby (nicknamed last week Mick Hucknell from Simplyred) in yellow flowered surf shorts, checked shirt and gypsy/farm boots. Whatta family.

tea towel ratgirl and YES the bedbugs did bite.

He is a vegetarian and i aint fuckin scared of him.

This is a pretty old drawing i found in one of my sketchbooks. I dont like the meaning behind the picture because as i now know all geordies are pretty much twats. Anyway its a sad story. Infact no it probably isnt to you.

This was before i got confident drawing, hence why i replaced the mouths with hearts that and the fact he said lovely things. I called him sugar because we had the sweetest time. Bahaaa. Moby dickkk was a toyboy and a bastard one at that.

I heart this picture.

OMG Nancy have you starched them flares?

Chloe

Gareth Pugh

Balmain

Emilio Pucci

I wamt a pair. CLEARLY meant want.

Flares. They look so stylish, i gotta get me a pair, when i finally get have enough money to get my paws on some. (which realisticaly could be quite a while away what with my court fine to pay, car insurance, petrol moey, MOT, nights out, Lucy Battles birthday bender and present..... She will be all 'you dont have to get me a present if you cant afford it' Well yesi do. Really. I'd personally be well pissed off if my best friend opted out on present buying for my birthday, infact i dont think i'd class her as a best friend at all anymore.Besides i love buying Lucy presents as she is the easiest person to buy presents for.)

God i miss her. She is too busy bumming up to Leeds socialites, god knows who she is choosing to rub shoulders with up there, it cant be good for her. Baaa. Leeds is wank.

Anyway as i am unfortunate enough to be blessed with my Auntie Janeys knees (No offence Janeth- You pull them off MUCH better than I) They are also tres short. I once measured them in college with Josie and she said they arent. I think this was a lie. They more than defiantely are, heres to hoping investing in some flared bottom beauties will help elongate my lil tree stumps. Darn you stumps. Why i oughta....

You motorboating son of a gun.

Motorboating. Ahaaa. Wedding Crasher, Vince Vaughn. Another older man i would love to....do. I dont know why i have these crushers on suga-daddys because am pretty sure if any of them came on to me i'd shit myself.

WHO AM I KIDDING. No i wouldnt i would be all over it like a rash? A dog on heat? A fly round shit? Who knows the proper saying. I've had it up to here trying to remember things. I am going to come down on myself like a tonne of bricks.

When googling models etc i often come across pics of them TRES scantily clad or naked. Strip the bush naked. Strip. Naked. Strip. Naked.

Dirty Blonde. Dirty. Dirty like Club NME.

If only i had the balls to do this. The balls and the body. Grow a pair Daisy and perhaps make friends with a photoshop wizzkid. Any takers?

Got a brand new face for the boys at MTV.

More 90s shhhh....show of emotion. Kevin! You spent $937 on room service! Buzz your girlfriend. WOOF.

Cindy Crawford

Naomi Campbell

Linda Evangelista

Eva Herzigova, Helena Christensen, Claudia Schiffer

I wish one of these women had been in my life from a young age. I'd say take the role of my mother but i mean, come on NANCY?! Who could beat that. Love you Mum, you sweet sweet little white child.

Watch this and prepare to be... slightly in love with Georgey Porgy for coming up with this idea for a music video. Because as we all know this was the birth of the supermodel and WHAT a glamorous birth it was. No one was biting down onto a belt in this delivery suite. Well actually....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9WSb5aXLfc

God I always had like 10 of Baby blowing a bubble.

Ginge.

I dont have a strong interest in the spice girls but i DO however have a strong interest in this dress. I am being stupidly serious when i say i want one. Perhaps a little longer one though. Sadly i can only find awfully tacky fancy dress versions (yes the type men went through a phase of wearing when it was hilarious to do their own takes on 'wannabe'... Its a classic Dad. Leave it out.

Just to inform you my Dad never actually did any of that- He did however run (YES-run) down my street (When i was a kid lifting up gutter lids so someone might fall down- Which also happened to me once. Funnily enough it hurt alot and almost ended with my leg in a cast) dressed as Mario. Me and my brother ran off with our chums and nodded our heads in agreement when they all dubbed this 'stranger' as a weirdo.

That also reminds me of another time when my Grandpa came to pick me up from primary school. EVERYONE knows parents wait outside for you, i mean i think its physically impossible for them to get inside the school without signing in or whatnot BUT oh no not my Grandpa. He barged his way into my class and shouted over everyone 'DAISY! Your coming home with me!'

'Whos that?' Said Emma Nicholson
'No idea.. Do you think i should go home with him?'

I <3 Parents.

Anyway back to Spice Girls. Does anyone bar me even remember the short stocked Spice Girls crisps? My favourite were cheese and chive, but i was informed there were no such crisps so now i think i may of dreamed it, maybes i did actually because i dont  like cheese and chive usually.

                                                                  Ah-Zig-Ah-Zig-Ah

I'll show you me ART if you'd like?

Costume Design Brief.

This is my finished design sheet for a costume design brief i was set before the summer. I based it on Wuthering Heights but adapting it into a modern take on the English classic love story.

Sketchbook work. Research and all that jazz.

Its me OH Cathy come home now. Probably not the right words. I am not the best at remebering lyrics or names come to think of it. Joyce. Or films ('Goldmember'..... 'Daisy isnt it Goldfinger?!')




Final design sheet for an Accesory brief

 This is another brief i was set last year. Pretty self explanatary really, Epaulettes. Me and Josie attemping a little photoshoot last year but i would very much like to do another one, i think it could be fun. Must mention that to Ruby...and Josie....

Ahhh...

I'm ready for my close up Mr. Deville




Screen Prints worked into using paint, papers and sewing machines.

This is some old work from before the summer. I really enjoyed working into it though so thought i'd upload a picture of the finished piece. After this i did think about maybe studying textile design at MMU then i thought ahaaa NOT.

I'll stick to my Fashion Illustration. Please. Please LCF.

 

Casper the Dopest Ghost in Town

 Chloe Sevigny

WHAT a...

Darlin'

HANG ABOUT.

Stop treating me like a cat... No because right now your acting like one.

We've got obsessions. Mine is in the form of the little minx Chloe Sevigny i mean come on she is just a doll. I cant pin point why i am so fond of her, she seems so mysterious to me.

I became a fan after watching Harmony Korines 1995 film, Kids. The film itself is amazing not to mention the soundtrack but minus me now listing it in my top 10 favourite films it had me googling Chloe as soon as the credits started rolling. She has also sparked a strong interest in 90s fashion for me, which i will have you know is a pain as the clothing from that era isnt yet classed as vintage. So I am often found rummaging through charity shops for unionjack dresses, baggy jeans, tank tops and fur trimmed cardigans. Think i will leave the Adidas poppers to the big boys though. Dont want to step on your toes Mack Daddy.

I just love her too much. End of.

whydontyougetoutofmyheadandontomehorse.

The day after the night before.

Josie Jump.

Jo-Ellen.

Jose Marinio.

I am in LOVE with our new photography lessons, we already seem to have accomplished so much more than we had the whole of last year. No offence Helen. Non taken Daisy.

why does it keep making that sound.

Having to attend a court hearing last week (unpaid speeding ticket- no biggie) resulted in me missing my photography lesson, in which we were learning the ins and outs of fashion photography.

This upset me. So being a good student i hired out a camera over the weekend and decided against 'getting my drink on' (said in a male American accent) instead focusing on taking pictures of the lovely Megan Bee. Here are some of the more successful snapshots...



                                                                                 

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Dont. Dont you want me?

George Lamb you heart throb you.

Not only is this silver fox STUPIDLY handsome he also dresses.. well... dreamy.

Oh God he even DJs. Mmm George is there nothing you cant do?

Welcome all to my humble abode.

It appears i have writers block, which is weird in itself since i am no writer.

This is my blog, kind of a fashion based blog i guess.