Laura Mellor

Snoop

Aged four I learnt the hard way when i rumaged through her bedroom drawers to satisfy my curiosity, only to find (in my absolute horror) the wicked witch from my Snow White toy set- hidden away for my own peace of mind by my mother; SNOOPING ONLY ENDS IN SORROW.

Today Im somehow still regularly haunted by the same feeling I had that day, that heart sinking feeling of terror, upset and guilt caused by my own curiosity and insistant need to know all. Im still searching where I shouldn't, just like when I was four.

To ease the pain, atleast I knew the truth. I found what was hidden in those drawers that day, and since then Ive been answering puzzles in my own mind by snooping-regardless of the terrible suprises. It's like I know theres something there to be found, so it seems rude not to be curious.

It's pretty much an invite. An invite for the mind at the least, to wander and open the doors of possible answers. Locking every bit of you away, and not trusting me with the keys, asking me to wander down those oh so familiar dark paths, as to why you would need to control what is portrayed in such elaborate depths; when I could easily be un-knowlegeable and at ease if you didnt hesitate break those locks you so tightly keep.

You'd rather break my wrist than let me know that 4 digit.

 

And the worst of it is, you wont even read this as you dont actually give a shit. Even though I always listen and care about everysingle word you spit.

HA i just realised that ryhmed perfectly. CringeCringeCringe. Jokes.

Christopher Pain.

Still on the theme of Christmas, (standard), last night I headed to the boutique to meet everyone at work for our festive night out; the 'works do'. I arrive to find everyone had grown a good 5 inches and it seemed i was the midget on a giants night out. A quick rush to Topshop to pick up some cheap heels, to replace the flats i initially planned on wearing with my cute vintage dress and sweet oversized velvet bow hair pin, was in order.

Straight to the shoes, no time for distractions. Grabbed afew possibilities and rushed to the assistant to get me some size threes, ''Oh and the black Christopher Kanes too please''.

''Oh and the black Christopher Kanes too please''.

''Oh and the black Christopher Kanes too please''.

'Oh and the black Christopher Kanes too please''.

£65.00 later and a world of pain, the request echoed in my mind with regret. 

But they are so beautiful. 

Walking along the bricked pavements of Carnaby Street was more than a chore-more like a near death experience infact, the thick rubber trainer-esq platform at the ball and toe of the shoes are bouncy and soft, a horrible contrast to the deadly spike of a 7inch heel; my feet were in a complete state of confusion. There's also a lack of support for the back of the ankle and the heel compared to the weight of the shoe at the front, which one day I assure you will lead to the snapping of my leg- DEATH BY KANE. (and leave me in need of a kane, lulz..)

All disfunctional attributes aside however, I am in love with my Christophers- an instant solution to dress up any outfit and stand out with a statement pair. Regardless of death penalty. But may this be a warning to those refusing to put head over heart, and invest in a pair of this seasons most adored designer, a definate case of NO PAIN NO GAIN.

 

 

Mas Designer.

As i often find it hard to contain myself in any mention of festive activities, I was literally besides myself as i approached Libertys in all its glory this time last week. I could see the icey blue christmas lights twinkling as I crossed over from regents street, slowly coming into focus as i quickly and excitedly power walked my way through the seasonal hustle and bustle of christmas shoppers towards the store; there it was 'Libertys Luella Christmas', hanging like the star of bethlehem over the Libertys entrance.

I was in. A warm smell of christmas berries seemed to welcome me as i walked through the scarf section (although this could have been a figment of my over indulgent festive imagination), for a moment I was distracted by the Burberry checks and Marc Jacobs patents- but surprisingly not for long, I was on a mission, a mission to find the Luella Grotto. 

My mind was dancing around in a bubble of expectation, what quirky christmas miracle had libertys & luella got in-store for all us style suckers? Beautiful leathers hanging from the tree? Christmas angels kitted out in the most extravagant mini Luella designs? Elegent with a twist of couture, stocking fillers galore? 

FOUND!

This is it? Really? A tiny room crammed with people, windows sprayed with tacky snow spray, christmas decorations a go-go. Most of the room seemed to be taken over by a large christmas tree (although we all love a good traditional fern), this seemed oddly misplaced, although I did find the large stuffed owls hiding between the branches, wearing party outfits and accessories quite a curious attempt at visual merchandising. For a moment I hoped it was merely the fumes from the perfume room getting to my head, causing this criminal act of underwhelment upon my eyes. Alas, i found it was reality as I passed through the exit, seasons greetings passed my way by a polite sales assistant.

HUMBUG.

On a lighter note, upstairs at Libertys i was finally in awe, I love Luella Bartley (perhaps i aspire to even be her), and am quite sadend by their current state of affairs with news of her label going bust spead along all gossip magazines. The Black Polka Dot Corset Dress is beauty in every dimention and lives up to Luellas well know aesthetics of mixing and mashing up what fashions key pieces already know, addind bold and somewhat cute polka dot prints, mixed with almost overly loud and sexual corset fastenings streamlining down the centre of the piece and sensual ruffles on the bust, destroying all the preconceptions of the lbd. Dear santa...(im a size8!)