Maybe, maybe not

I've just read all our back entries and it's made me want to post here more about our life, our musings, our lives together in our little cosy home.

Potential new start sometime this week, anybody?!

L x

NEWSFLASH

So, we did it- we did the deed, took the plunge, dotted the 'i's and crossed the 't's... and now L and I are going to be living together!

It may not be the most glamorous abode in The City, think a lack of natural light and a few lingering smells and a severe lack of wardrobe space resulting in a possible conversion of the dining room into a dressing room, but as of now, we are flatmates.

Cue endless Ikea trips as we try to turn the plain, slightly grubby flat into our home- we need both of our personalities to combine, and thankfully we both have a taste for the kitsch and the floral. Think scattered cross-stitched cushions sourced from Portobello, Cath Kidston china and our cookbooks (mine unused, while L's are full of post-its and notes on how to improve Jamie Oliver's Lemon chicken or Nigella's mince pies) crammed into the tiny kitchen.

This means grown up jobs to do: things like paying the bills, buying toilet roll, remembering to lock the back door- but it also means one huge sleepover with one of my best friends, minus the sleeping bags and the arguments over who takes the floor. "But you're the guest!" "But it's your home!"

It means a shoulder whenever I need one, it means cosy nights in with hot chocolate - and when we perfect the recipe we shall post it here- and random evenings after a long day of hard slog with nothing to show for it, drinking wine in our pyjamas and bitching about the world. This will result in needing the ultimate hangover breakfast- which we shall also post here once we have it perfected. (Expect this one in the not too distant future)

But for now, our lives are more B&Q than H&M and we need some help with finding cute, quirky furniture for our City Girls pad which we aim to turn into a glamorous hub of creative genuis.

Here are a few of our pics, but if you find anything you think we might like- please please please let us know.

Lots of love, Lx and A ♥
Patchwork cushion: Matalan

Floral cushion: John Lewis

Bracelet cushion: John Lewis (J'adore this)

Vintage Union Jack cushion: John Lewis

Magazine rack: Matalan (one of the most important items in our house)

Satin duvet cover: Matalan (too tacky?!)

Floral duvet: Matalan

Dressing gown: Cath Kidston (x2 please)

Oven glove: John Lewis (I'm a lover)

Tea for one? John Lewis (Would love to find a cheaper one which is just as cute??)

Tea cups: Cath Kidston

Plates: Cath Kidston (L's scrummy meals require equally as yummy plates)

Review: Kate Nash

I've been a massive fan of Kate Nash from the very beginning. Her debut album, Made of Bricks came as somewhat as a shock to me because the majority of songs from it were already on my 'most played' list on itunes months before they were released except my versions didn't have as much as a backing track as those featured on the album. I'm also extremely proud tell (read: show off) people at every chance I get that I paid just SEVEN POUNDS in 2006 for my first ticket to see her (where I met her band, heard her rehearsing and was stood at the barrier - literally metres away). In 2007 I paid more than double that and was stood behind the many screaming girls who only knew the words to Foundations and Birds. In essence, I guess you can say Nash is probably my favourite singer/songwriter of the last few years which yes, does make my view bias.

However, call me a shit fan, but I didn't even realise she had a new album in the pipeline so when my friend told me she'd pre-ordered it on Play.com I was straight on there, doing the same and eagerly awaiting it's arrival and it was definitely worth it.

It's not by any means comparable to Made of Bricks, which, unsurprisingly is one of the few albums I have a hard copy of that isn't scratched and that I know all the words to every song but it's still amazing. It's very typically-Kate - that's something I love about her, she's so unique; her voice, her lyrics, her music. I also adore the way I can relate to everything she sings about; she doesn't sing about ridiculous things, she sings about real things and isn't afraid to admit that she's been fucked over one too many times in her lifetime, she isn't afraid to express her true feelings about people and things and okay, maybe she does swear a lot, but so what?

My Best Friend Is You has a summer vibe to it and I have a funny feeling it'll be my soundtrack to 2010. And I already know all the words to most of the songs but I still have a good 12 weeks or so to polish up before I see her for a fourth time at V Festival.

And incase you're interested, my favourites are Later On and I Hate Seagulls.

L x

City Girl goes country.

Ok, before I start I feel that a little description is required:

I have been with The Boy for 3 years now, and things are very good. He's tall, dark, quirky and has a very nice bum.

So, last week The Boy suggested we go away for the week just to somewhere in the country, just to get away from it all.

Now, I like the country- I have no issues with bugs or dirt (maybe not showering for a week) but generally I like a bit of fresh air. I do worry with all the pollution I inhale, and thought this might be a good way to spend a few days before I start a hideously boring office job (and not even a City office job).

However, I am now sitting in the middle of my wardrobe with no ideas what to take for a bloody week in the country as I don't think my new Chloe-a-like snakeskin wedges or shiny new vintage (oxymoron?!) dress are going to be of any use when activities on the agenda include walking and 'being adventurous'. Maybe we could have been adventurous enough and booked a week in Ibiza- I hear the beach can be a very adventurous place during June.

I also have no trainers to speak of, and the last time I wore an anorak I was 6 and even then I made sure it was a nice, probably not too weatherproof, pink item.

So now I panic- is Millets open on a Sunday at 5? Will Cath Kidston be open tomorrow so I can go and buy one of those fabulously kitch patterned macs? Oooh and a picnic basket. And the matching blanket. And some thick socks. And a floral weekend bag. And some pyjamas- because holiday jammies are the best. And maybe a torch, does she do torches?

A ♥

Sorry!

We haven't fallen off the face of the earth, promise! We'll be blogging at regular intervals starting from the very near future - we've both been quite busy with various work placements and final weeks at uni, a mixture of fun times and not quite so fun!

Watch this space for V updates, a few photos and other things from the wonderful world of A & L!

In the mean time; please, please, PLEASEEEE tell people about our blog and we'll make it worth your while!

A & L ♥ x

Our life lyrics.

500 Days of Summer. Nail varnish. Ribena. Matilda. Photos. Literature. Music. Friends. Bed. Picnics. Kate Nash. Flowers. Sunshine. Shopping. Sunnies. Sandals. Overspending. Daydreaming. Piercings. Scouting For Girls. Yellow. London. Tiffany. Kings of Leon. Festivals. Lilac. Camping. Cold beer. Bunnies. Love. Parks. Tea. Tan. Shorts. Selfridges. Twitter. Mascara. Blonde. Earrings. CHANEL. Dreaming about CHANEL. Lust. Glitter. Lipgloss. Summer. Bags. Bracelets. Procrastinating. Scarves. Dancing. Intoxication. Kirby grips. Fringe. Red hair. Sparkles. Secrets. Loud. Tic-Tacs. Haribo. People. Chicken. Eating outside. Achievements. Silence. Colour. Singing badly. Fuck you, whore. Bitching. New York. Private jokes. Smiling. Cereal. Star signs. Believing. Ice cream. Family. Turtles. Excitement. Promises. Plans. Stationary. Glasses. Sunday dinner. Politics. Lyrics. Watches. Tumblr. Words. Thoughts. Dreams. Future.

V's rash.

Once again, here I am instead of revising. I'll be regretting this on Wednesday when I sit my exam, although maybe not so much when myself and A are doing our Big Reveal in Elle that we have been dreaming of every night for the past week.

Anyway, that's besides the point.

The other day, Saturday I think it was, it was really hot and we decided to hit the park with a few of our friends, have a BBQ, drink too much cider, you know it goes. Summer times. Before we left, V decided to pull out the masses of summer clothes she had stored away under her bed. Please bare in mind that these had been there since September. Not long after this hideous fashion show, she discovered a rash on her chest. We just put it down to dust, nothing serious, and we carried on with our plan for the day.

Cut to Sunday morning whilst I was on my way back from the bathroom; I heard the instantly recognisable plee for attention, the familiar shreek: "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?", so obviously I had to poke my head around the door.

V's face literally resembled that of a burns victim, and I seriously do hate saying that but it's true. Her whole body had swollen up, her eyes were all puffy.. it was awful. She said she felt fine within herself though so off she trotted to the hospital and she returned a few hours later armed with some topical steriods and some other hayfever-like tablets. The doctor put it down to either dust mites or a contact rash. Lovely.

Now, not long after she returned from A&E, she came into my boudoir where I had just sat down to do some serious revision. And I mean serious, I'd blocked all Facebook and Twitter access, even turned off my phone, then in she walks acting all innocent (which, can I add, does not work well with me) and asked me to go to the shop and get her some chocolate.

My answer? Fuck off.

Would she do the same for me? I think not.

Does that make me a bad person? I'm not ashamed to say that personally, I don't believe it does.

L x

Let me introduce you to V.

Okay, so hello. I should be revising but writing this is just something else I've found to do instead.

Where to begin? Good question.

Everybody has a friend who they pretend to like. One of these people who believe they're better than everybody else, who is only bothered about themselves, who talk about themselves and who think people genuinely give a fuck about their amazing sex life, well their life in general actually.

I'm lucky enough to live with one of these people, and I thought I'd write a quick intro to her because I have a strange feeling many future blogs will be about her. It's only fair to let you in on her pathetic life too, right?

We'll call her V, mostly to protect my back.

I'm lucky enough to live with V so I get first hand accounts of her vile lifestyle. Mummy and Daddy pay for everything for her, and I mean everything: tuition fees, rent, bills, they even give her £50 a week for food, but she doesn't eat apparently, so we'll call that her vodka allowance ("I don't eat carbs" "no, so where did that loaf of bread and sack of potatoes disappear to? Up your arse?"). She has no manners, she doesn't tidy up after herself, in fact I'm not sure she even knows what the word 'clean' even means; her washing up is left for weeks, she leaves manky hairs in the bath and her bedroom is a pigsty. She wears streaky fake tan and she looks down her nose at everyone and everything.

And She's just recently split up with her long term boyfriend and to be quite honest it's gone even further downhill since then but I've just heard the familar slamming of the door so I'd best leave it here for now..

L x

Good morning, good morning! Rise and shine people.

The sun is shining, the birds are singing and the day is full of promises (it is only 9.37am) here in The City.

Today isn't going to be particularly exciting considering the time of year (April=exams) and the fact the temperature hasn't risen above 'requires mac although cardigan may suffice' for the past three days, but I am hoping to get something out of this Thursday.

I'm hoping to find the perfect party dress in Primark (for under twenty quid)

I'm hoping I haven't totally failed a major assignment (71 minutes until the truth reveals itself)

I'm hoping to get some serious revision done (but when the pub garden is calling to me like this who knows?)

And I'm hoping to get into bed tonight and feel as optimistic about tomorrow as I do right now. Because, like my nan says, 'if you knew what was in store for you tomorrow you wouldn't bother getting out of bed'.

So right now, I'm going to get dressed (I'm feeling pale blue leggings and a Topshop checked shirt) eat a substantial child's breakfast of frosted shreddies and ribena and continue counting down the minutes until this inevitable failure.

Ciao for now

A ♥

Hey hey pretty lady.

(and possible gentlemen)

Welcome to this diary of our lives. Starting from... now! We are an eclectic duo with big dreams and high hopes for the future.


A ♥ : A Birmingham-born fashion fiend with a passion for music, photography and gossip.
Blonde. Journalism. Dreamer. Mascara. Tink. Summer. Yellow. Happy. Shopping. Tea parties. Dancing. In love.

L x : A Northern-ish girl who is ever-so easily pleased and has a serious love for anything remotely pretty or ridiculously expensive.
Brunette, longing to be auburn. Nail varnish. Eyeliner. Books. Hopeless romantic. Lust. Lipgloss. City life. Perfume.