Guardian Girl

Hide and seek #1

Posted in Fashion by guardiangirl on October 5, 2009

Saturday’s outfit was absolutely hideous in its recreated state, like Little Jimmie Crankie (sp?) all grown up. Luckily I spent most of the day dressed in leggings and a T-shirt, piled into a double bed with three friends watching White Men Can’t Jump, but I did get changed into the required outfit for dinner, which meant walking through Dalston on a Saturday night looking like this. I pretty much took it all off once I got to my friend’s house.

Two of the pals I spent much of the weekend with, Nin and Phoebe, are the lasses behind the recycled fashion label Goodone, and they re-convinced me within the space of three seconds that there was no need ever to set foot in Primark again. This is an official resolution. Anything I can possibly buy second hand I will from now on. It’s what I used to do when I worked around the corner from Beyond Retro but I sold my principles to the devil when I switched to an office near Primark. Now I’m not close to either of those places I do my shopping at the weekends anyway, so I’m rediscovering my ethics. Goodone 1, Primark nil.

Hide and seek

Hide and seek




Good work by Phoebe on the action shot though eh?


  • Some people can get away with layering a denim jacket under a mac and pairing them with bare legs, socks and flat brogues. Others can’t.
  • Think I’ll leave it at that.
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First impressions

Posted in First impressions by guardiangirl on October 5, 2009
  • Fashion – jumping good, leather and fur bad – not for ethical reasons but because I hardly have any.
  • The Measure: Eucalyptus, fine. I popped straight to Fresh ‘n’ Wild or Whole Foods or whatever it’s now called and got myself some appropriately fragranced shampoo and shower gel. I needed that stuff anyway and now I can be safe in the knowledge Burberry would approve of my washing habits.

The River Cafe Italian cookbook was nowhere to be seen in my local bookshop, which was a double good’un as it meant I didn’t have to spend extra cash or cook a risotto that night.

I did take terrine round to a mate’s house for the X-Factor though, which was made entirely worthwhile by the phenomenon that is Sinitta wearing only leaves. My vote would be with Miss Frank, if anyone cares.

The May Fair hotel sounds expensive, although I’m not savvy/sophisticated enough to know any more about it than that. I’m planning to go for a cocktail there with some mates on Thursday night so we’ll see how that pans out. Turn up, drink a £20 bevvy, walk home and eat plain rice for dinner.

Pretty much everything else in the Measure was stuff I hadn’t heard of ( so uncultured), so I’ll do a Googling session and report back after I’ve educated myself. This blog is turning into a sort of modern geisha training, which appeals enormously.

  • Lauren’s stopped doing her make-up masterclass, which permanently absolves me of the obligation to post four close-ups of my face every week, since I can’t afford to buy and try the products she recommends each week. I won’t deeply mourn the loss of this section.
  • The Space feature is all very well on the surface of things but I can’t see myself finding the time to get hold of a bit of plasterboard and cover it in fabric, or start a cork collection big enough to make a noticeboard, or even go begging for a rice sack to make into a chic cushion. I’ve written this bit off straight away – getting through my washing up and laundry backlogs is enough of a craft project for me.
  • Food: as usual Hugh is pansying about with preserving and pressing and bloody bottling things that ought to just be fried and eaten. I once lived in the iron age for two months and believe me, I appreciate the joy of skinning a rabbit as much as the next man, but we’re busy people Hugh. Yotam’s recipe looks as tempting as ever while Dan Lepard’s made me cry a bit by mentioning a small, deathly thing called an ‘anchovy’ . Would I be letting myself down if I left it out? I think not. He did say it was optional.