Last night, in a misty haze of new choons, extreme sleep deprivation and a delirium brought on by a taste sensation that was: my home-made Shepherd’s pie, Tim and I discussed the merits of studio footwear.
I, personally, see myself getting on with a pair of these seckusy booties:
While I think Tim is more of a Herring Monarch dapper chap:
Alright, I’ll post something proper next time. : )
loves X
Ok. This is very beautiful. I don’t need to say anything else.
xx
Hello Poppets.
I have just left the studio due to abdomen-toning fit of hiccups. My laptop is bobbing on my stomach. Peep.
Talking of the studio. Tim and I have been in there for the last few horas making sweet sweet bimmusic.com. Been working on a BRAND NEW song, The Sun You Love, and getting over excited about big harmonies (which usually winds up with Tim throwing some variant on Justin-owwww-style falsetto on the track – not tonight unfortch. Will probably happen in tomorrow’s sesh. Vid blog to follow.)
Hiccups! Arg. How do you make them go away?
Anyway, on my general hunts to find fun and quirky beef to wear on stage (not actual beef, obv, unless it was seriously gnarly.) And I found THIS:
OH MY GOD! How good is that?! I also found THIS:
Yes, it really is a guinea pig on a hair comb. With garnets for eyes. No, I don’t think we should go into it either.
ANYWAYYY. They’re by very strange and wonderful designer Reid Peppard and I definitely need some pigeon wings on my head when my birthday party happens in an unknown but extremely rad and happenin’ place full of cooler people than you have ever seen on the 19th September. (MY actual birthday is the same as PRINCE Ginger! Woot! No, not him, HIM!.)
Loves x
I think this 70s classic deserves a post all of its own.
Notice “get the new family car.”As advertised by a swooning blonde chick. Riiight.
