A change of climate

Hi there Fashionellas,

I've had a really wild time in Milan at the Vivienne Westwood menswear show! Flirted outrageously with all the gorgeous male models, and one very much in particular! Guess what not all male models are Gay! The guys all had their faces painted with the “Moustache and Monocle” an image that is fast becoming Vivienne’s symbol for her climate revolution. Now this is a difficult look to pull off, you may remember I have tried it myself (when I first took up the mantle and joined the fight to save the planet)! Suffice it to say if you’re gorgeous you can wear anything!

Whilst in ItalyI have became totally enveloped in the continental spirit of things and embraced every opportunity to enjoy myself.  The food was “bellisimo”, the ambiance intoxicating; the ‘Italian stallion’ waiters, far more saucy than anything on the menu!

I drank too much, and ate too much, so managed to put on more than a few pounds! Fortunately I was able to work it all off being chased around the hotel swimming pool, by my favorite model wearing nothing more than his ‘budgie smugglers’!

Well i'm back in the UK and the climate has changed again; I'm keeping warm in my vintage fur whilst building my "Climate Revolution" snowman to show my support for the cause!

Here I have accessorized with a crocheted Vivienne Westwood hat, and my beautiful cream Red Label wool scarf. 

So here is my snowman, isn't he handsome? He has a Vivienne Scarf to keep him warm and his very own monocle and moustashe! 

Well I was rocking last season's Westwood wellies, which I wouldn't dream of being seen in in public but they are just fine for snowman building in the garden!  My bag is AW12/13 Vivienne Westwood Large Diamond Expedition Print and extremely rare. I of course had no problem getting my hands on it due to my fashion credentials but not everyone would be so lucky! 

Just look at us, don't we make a beautiful couple. My  revolutionary snowman is keeping me company as I pine after my lovely Italian model I left behind in that Milan swimming pool.

Ciao for now my Bella Sorellas. 

Blondina x

Photos from Vivienne Westwood facebook page, email for removal.

The Blonde, The Witch and her Wardrobe

Once upon a time, not very far from here there lived a beautiful blonde girl.  Her clothes and accessories were her most precious possessions.  She worked hard and saved for her designer labels and cherished the quality of her fabulous garments. She learned how to look after them, lovingly laundering, darning and mending them.

Her wardrobe was a gradually expanding, constantly evolving enterprise.  She had her own style, bought new and vintage but always quality.  Nearly every piece or garment represented a memory, every one of them special.

One day, whilst doing her favourite thing, re-arranging and sorting her dresses, handbags and shoes, she lingered momentarily over her mother’s favourite dress. She then moved further through her wardrobe, colour co-ordination her accessories as she went.  She felt a cool breeze across her face.  Was she mistaken?  There appeared to be a draught coming from the very back of the wardrobe.  She moved forward into the wardrobe pushing past the silk, wool and cashmere garments and felt colder and colder.  Her Vivienne Westwood pumps started to crunch on crisp, newly settled snow.

As she made her way out from the rails of clothes she could see the soft glow of a lamp post in the distance.  She found herself uncontrollably drawn towards it.

By the time she reached the lamp post her fingers had started to numb and she wished she had picked up her kid skin gloves from her wardrobe.

“She’s been waiting for you!” came a slurred but friendly voice. She turned to see a tiny Satyr stumbling around on his little hoofs, trying to keep his balance by erratically wafting his tail around. The sweat smell of Malibu on his breath and the half empty bottle, nestled in the snow provided the explanation for his party eyes.

“She’s is expecting you!” he echoed. “The Grand Fashion Witch requests an audience with you!”

Beyond her sight she heard the ever loudening sound of sleigh bells.  They came to an abrupt stop and before her sat the cold, stern face of The Fashion Witch.

“I come to offer you cheap fashion” cried the witch.  “For the price of one of your garments I can give you a whole season’s wardrobe!

 “But how can this be possible?!” exclaimed the blonde.  “I save for weeks to buy a new piece of clothing to add to my wardrobe.”

“Oh stupid child” the witch retorts “Why should you wish to add to your wardrobe? Just buy cheap and you can have a completely new one every season.”

“But how is this possible?” repeated the blonde.

The Witch threw back her head with a haughty laugh! “It’s possible child because we make it possible. We keep slaves in faraway lands to weave inferior cloth. Then small children sew them into high fashion garments guaranteed to last for at least the occasion they were bought for! 

These children work relentlessly for a bowl of rice a day and sleep underneath their sewing machines.  And if the child should become ill or dies, no problem, we replace it with another one!”

 “But this sounds immoral!” says the blonde.

“Foolish incoherent girl” retorts the witch, “these are the very wheels that make the world of fashion turn!”

“But wouldn’t it be better” replied the blonde “to make good quality clothes that will last?  I have some that were passed to me from my mother and I treasure them.  And then the people who make them could be paid a decent living wage!"

“Insolent, silly blonde half-ling" chided the witch “don’t try to change things; this is how the world works! I can see I’m wasting my time here!!”  and with that the witch cracked her whip and the sleigh sped off.

The satyr’s glazed eyes stared at the girl “You are very brave to make a stand against the fashion witch!”

The blonde turned and retraced her footsteps in the snow.  Soon she found herself back in the comfort of her wardrobe.  She began to feel the softness of the silk, wool and linen. As she ventured further she could smell the comforting scent of her mother’s perfume on her most coveted garments. She was home.

Inspired by Viv's Climate Revolution!!

Vivienne's new look - Urban Eco Warrior - definitely the most startling spectical at London Fashion Week.  

Now I have to say, call me a cynic, but this is not an easy look to pull off!  Even so I thought i'd have a go!

Now tell me Fashionella's.................

................do you think it will catch on????????

Well it may not be popular....

..................but at least it gets the point across! 

Here I am Sat in my usual Spot, rocking my new look!!  How fab do I look?! 

Ciao for now Bella Sorellas.

x x

Well hello again!!

Sorry Sisters I have been badly neglecting you!  I have been on my summer holidays - for three weeks with no phone or computer! Sheer heaven!!

Although I can't tell you where i've been, I wanted to share a few picture with you.

Me waiting in the car while my driver's on a loo break!

Spinning round......

....and round........

.......and around........

...in my favorite haven!

Here's me hoping for Captain Jack Sparrow to come and ravage me sensless

.....still waiting!!!

Me and my BFF Cherryblossom chilling in the afternoon sun.

Waiting for the sun to set on our holiday. x

Ciao for now Bella Sorella's!

xx

Don't you ever Kiss me once!

S/S 2012 Vivienne Westwood Jewellery look book 

"Don't you ever Kiss me once Kiss me twice, Treat Me Nice" this is a line from an Elvis Presley song - and the reason it featured so heavily in this summer's Vivienne Westwood jewellery collection is because it's twenty years since Vivienne spoke the words in her acceptance speech, when she won the 'Designer of the Year Award' for the second year running.

I was there and I have the original t-shirt to prove it!

Vivienne Westwood Designer of the Year '91 & '92 

So why after twenty years at the top was our gloriously eccentric fashion designer only briefly mentioned in the closing ceremony of the London 2012 Olympics?  How can a British, world wide event celebrating our greatest fashion achievements not have focused more closely on Vivienne Westwood????

I admit we were treated to Lily Donaldson wearing a gold Vivienne ball gown but I was expecting a fashion ensemble of young and old, Punks and Pirates, Harlets and Harlequins, a wonderful carnival, expressing trend, style and altar ego through the language of clothes!

Instead we had Victoria Beckham hailed as a fine example of a Brittish fashion designer! Now this is the kind of talk that makes my 'cameo' skin turn red!  For this is quite a slap in the face to our many brilliant designers who cut their teeth on the edge of a pattern cutting table! I wouldn't mind betting that 'Posh Spice' wouldn't know what to do with a pair of fabric scissors; if they were diamond encrusted and presented to her in a velvet box!  Putting your very famous name to a fashion line does not a designer make!

Our Queen of Punk (well Dame technically), is a woman who has given us more thant just quirky clothes - she inspires us to follow fashion as individuals; to use her creativity as a back drop for our own.......she makes us think about what we are? who we are? and what we wear? And to be honest I don't think she was treated very nicely and it was a bit of a kick in the teeth.

Twenty years on since there age of acceptance; Vivienne is still saying " Dont you ever Kiss me once, Kiss me twice, Treat me Nice!"

Me wearing the original t-shirt on a beach in a top secret location.  

Ciao Bella Sorellas;  will speak soon from my 'Holiday Hideaway'!

Blondina x

Me in my platinum blonde window cheering on team GB 

What an amazing 17 days we have had! The London 2012 Olympics has delivered far beyond all expectations! For one tiny moment the whole country has put aside the doldrums of the recession and pulled together to celebrate everything that is fabulous about being British! What a wonderfully, multi-cultural, rainbow coloured society we have become! Did you know that just being born British means you have won the lottery of life!

Union Jack man bag and scarf by Vivienne Westwood

The only Olympic live event I got to see was the women's football at the Richoh Arena. I was so excited about my V.I.P tickets to watch our gals in the semi final, I glammed up and hot footed over to the 30,000 seater stadium. Nothing, but nothing could have prepared me to be the only gorgeous blonde amongst 29,000 lesbians! Now let's be honest, nobody minds the odd "Lipstick Lesbian" (in fact it quite takes me back to my college days!) But these were far more of the" Birkenstock" variety - call me old fashioned but I always like a Bush to be well trimmed!   

Me hiding from the amorous attentions of" Hairy Helga the Horrible" 

On the upside, for me the highlight of the games has to be the four man rowing team who in a momentous race took the gold! Unfortunately at the medal ceremony the entire event was upstaged by Henrik Rummel with his "Podium Package!" What can one say? I just thought he was keeping a can of pledge in his pants in case he needed to Polish his medal! 

Henrik Rummel in all his glory! 

 However the excitement of the London 2012 Olympics has spread to much further regions than Rummel's rowing shorts. I found a lovely tree in my village, the family who owns it have placed a trinket on their tree for every medal team GB have won! What a beautiful way to celebrate!

The Tree of Hope and Glory. Nether Whitacre near Coleshill.

Let's hope that this British pride continues long after the torch has been extinguished.

Ciao Bella Sorella's
x x

Hi all,

I have decided to try internet dating! I know what you're thinking.....why does a gorgeous bombshell like me need to resort to trawling the web fishing for men?! Well, I suffer from the age old problem of being an Alpha-Female and all these men who look longingly at me are just not man enough to sweep me off my feet. 

So I thought i'd have a look online.  It's a bit like internet shopping. Just type in what you're looking for and see what pops up! 

A very charming country gent's profile caught my attention and after I contacted him, he began to woo me.  He seemed suave, slightly eccentric and debonair. A man who could match up to my high standards. So, we arrange to meet at his mansion. 

I dressed in my best Vivienne Westwood dress and my exquisite Agent Provocateur stockings and set off.

But imagine my horror when I arrived at this grotty house and this is who was waiting for me.......

Talk about presumptuous, he was completely naked apart from that ridiculous hat! 

Be careful out there sisters!!

Ciao xx