Booked it, Packed it, Fucked off

So I am about to embark on a trip to the UK. I haven't been back since I lived there 3 years ago so there are plenty of people to catch up with, lots of trinkets to peruse, and new adventures to be had. I am leaving fairly soon, and I have only just packed...and when I say soon, I mean in a few hours. Eek. Plus I had a weekend that was pretty back to back with cider/men/dancing/eating/no sleeping - so while I'm pretty sure I have all my ducks in a row, I feel mentally all over the damn place. As I sit here and gaze at my half empty luggage (half empty, 'cause the fuckers at Cathay Pacific are only allowing me 20 kay gee's and I intend on bringing back foreign treasures a plenty), as I was saying, as I sit here and gaze it would appear that I may have been fooling my overtired ass at the appropriateness of it's contents...

For example I have thrown in ...

• x1 pair of gold metallic leggings (we are off to a good start here)


• 0 knickers (they are ALL in the wash. I wore bikini bottoms to work today. It's a concern.)


• x1 Liberace inspired bomber jacket (I bought it from a store in NYC called 'GhettoVintage' - need I say anymore?)


• x1 pair of white Nike Air Max


• x1 pair of basic black converse high tops (chucks are a staple)


• x4 pairs of tights (black/bright pink/leopard print/fishnet)


• x2 pairs of jeans


• x1 pair of basic black Havianna's


• Countless leggings (actually, I should go through that fuck show)


• x1 pair of red Reebok freestyles (THAN Q Lady SJ)


• x1 Jim Morrison Tshirt (wtf - I don't even like Jim Morrison!)


• x1 sequined/tiger print bomber jacket (doubt that is necessary)


• More gold jewellery than the Pope


• x1 over sized acid wash denim jacket (ok, WAY too many jackets - a narrow down needs to happen)


• x1 uber cute purple dress (bringing all the boys to the nest/yard/whatevs)


• Hair Straightener

Um. So practicality has obvs been my focus here. Oh who the fuck cares. I'll probably just lose a few jackets, throw in a few basic T's and sleep naked. Plus I intend to head in to my favourite vintage store on Brick Lane as soon as I land and purchase the most gangsta fur coat I can find. This will do me.

OK lovers, do not fret...I will be updating the whole time that I am away. The internet cafes over in Londres and myself will be like *this*. Lots of advice, lots of updates, LOADS of outfit changes and a few unmentionable rambles.

Catch ya on the flipside x