Kingdom Of Style

she woz robbed...

So! the bad news is Queen Michelle didn't win last night.

The good news is she is going to take lots of lovely photographs tomorrow so you can see her outfit in all its splendour.

Like little Calimero used to say - it's an injustice...

An indignant Queen Marie

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It makes no sense...

Sometimes things make no sense!

No matter how long or how hard you look, you cannot begin to fathom what the frick is going on.

Look at the charming prints below, cheery and almost heidi like in their alpine simplicity.

Now what would you do with a print like that?

Curtains perhaps, or maybe a tablecloth...

That's what I would do.

But that's not went through the twisted mind of Peter Jensen, who used it to make thigh high boots for Top Shop . Thigh high freakin' boots, that he has the nerve to charge £195 for.

I know your evil plan Mr Jensen, you're trying to turn Heidi into a hooker!

Take it from me, it won't work...

Now move along and leave Heidi alone, or I'll set the Palace guards on you.

Consider yourself warned!!!

Queen Marie

I feel pretty...

"I feel pretty,

Oh so pretty,

I feel pretty and witty and bright!

And I pity

Any girl who isn't me tonight..."

This is how I feel after a week of having my mailbox filled to overflowing with the most tempting offers.

These offers included:

1. A 'measure up bowl' to help me with portion control and loose weight

2. A voucher for an anti-aging treatment

3. Some new natural toothpaste to help me "kiss bad breath goodbye"

and perhaps my most favourite of all -

4. A new cream to ensure that I "don't spook anyone this halloween with my wrinkes"

Holy freakin' moly.  Now I have nothing against pr people.  Some of my best friends are in pr. But when you write to me, at least get my name right, tell me I look pretty or at least offer to buy me a cup of tea and a cupcake before you try to peddle your 'push up pants'  to help me "lift my sagging ass"

*shakes head in despair*

Queen Marie

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Ombre Head

As I have mentioned many times on here - my hair is one I have a constant internal battle with.

On one hand I am pleased that I made such a long term commitment to actually growing it to this length and on the other hand, the one that constantly wants to experiment with one's own head, I am always drawn to the snip of the scissors and the temptation to hack off my locks. I know of course that as soon as I do cut my hair off I will instantly regret doing so and spend the next unknown number of months, years even, lamenting the loss of my once plentiful head of hair. It's a battle alright.

I have done much experimenting with my hair over the years, including colour. I am quite limited as to what I can do with my colour due to it's natural darkness, and I haven't really thought about doing anything interesting colourwise with it for a great many years...until I saw Katie Shillingford's ombre dyed hair on Jak & Jil.

Suddenly I am thinking I need some ombre style dying! I have had one hairdresser who was able to give me big chunky blond highlights once, and I'm thinking perhaps he could do it again, a kind of reverse of this - going from brown to blond or better yet, and easier, brown to bright red! I've had pillar box red hair hair before so I know it can be done.

Oh dear - I feel a small obsession bubbling under....

Queen Michelle

The restyling of 'style'

So! the Style Section of The Sunday Times  has had a restyle...

What do we think then?

On first look, it strikes me as what Queen Michelle and I would call 'tricksy' - lots of little graphic tricks on the headers and footers

 I don't know if the illustrative graphics for section headers will be repeated every week

If so, they may have designed themselves into a hole. They will look appealing for a few weeks and then I predict, will start to grate.

You can't argue with the content however and I never object to some reversed type boxes...

If I had to sum it up in word I would say it sadly, it strikes me as 'gimicky', but will it stop me reading it, hell no! it's The Style section - an essential part of my sundays...

Queen Marie

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Oh Mickey...

Oh Mickey, your'e so bad

You're so bad you make me mad.

Oh Mickey Oh Mickey...

So due to a malfunctioning mouse there was a another disco nap disaster last night!

So I went to bed for a  small snooze before the sub, set the alarm and....

And nothing! The alarm didn't go off.  Poor old Mickey must need a new battery ( I shouldn't be too hard on him, he is a good age now, having been brought by Dave Ross from America many many moons ago)

I woke up at 3am and have doubtless missed a great night. It is always the way. 

Sadly I can't blame lack of sleep  for my tardy posting today. I just feel zapped of any energy whatsoever.  Bear with me...

Queen Marie

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Throbbing Arm

Had hoped to do another proper post tonight and read through all the comments again on the previous post, but today I had the ritual humiliation of my first signing on (possible return of Job Shop Style?) and then endured extreme pain for my new tattoo which meant trying to exercise 'mind over matter', that is to say convince my mind that my arm doesn't matter.

Although I do want to clarify that on my last post, done just before I shot out the door, I wasn't having a dig at anyone - not Luxirare and not Elizabeth. I wanted to show Elizabeth the clear differences between DIY and Design and to stop this needless comparison thing that's rife among bloggers or people who want to blog. It was Elizabeth who chose Luxirare as her personal benchmark - not me.

Now excuse me while I top up on painkillers.

Queen Michelle

3 minutes, starting now...

3 minutes can be a long time.

A long time, when you are standing shouting at the television set.

Shouting very loudly at the television set...

Last night I was watching The X Files on Virgin 1. I loved the X files back in the day, but for some reason it doesn't seem to have aged very well, it seems very dated. But I digress.

Just as the adverts came on, up flashed a banner saying - 3 minutes of Lifestyle Choices 

"Lifestyle Choices! Lifestyle choices!

Lifestyle choices, my arse. You mean the adverts are coming.

You're talking about adverts.

This is bollocks, total bollocks"  - repeat for 3 minutes until face is red

A cross old Queen.

I Got Mad Today

I was really mad this afternoon. I was waiting at the bus stop in town to go back to work after lunch time and some sleazy freak said to me "I love what you're wearing on your legs. Is there a mask, chains and whip to match? Or is that what the umberella is for? If that's what you wear outside I'd love to see what you wear on the inside".

I was horrified. Especially considering what I was wearing: a pair of wet look leggings, a plaid shirt; t-shirt dress and leather jacket. An outfit I was wearing because it was comfortable because I have had really sore stomach pains for a few days and not even remotely sexy. Even more ridiculous was the fact earlier I had actually been wearing thigh high boots rather than my Alain Quilici heels which I changed into!

I wanted to say and was thinking was "I could certainly make you cry like a little girl and yes, actually, I do have several masks and I could certainly find a chain or two to wrap around your scrawny neck" but what came out was a stupid laugh. I laughed it off. I was so angry with myself for not being confrontational - a huge personal failing of mine I am very aware of. For not just giving him the finger. For not telling him to fuck off.

I am mad that something as simple as a pair or inoffensive wet look leggings can garner such attention. I am mad that I felt too shocked to say anything back.

As I got on the bus I seethed even more. I got off the bus and was walking back to work no, marching, with what was surely a massive frown, hair blowing all over my face and I didn't care and then this old posh guy walks up to me and says, very politely and smiling, "you look very sexy". I was so taken aback I could barely believe what I had just heard and, again, I laughed it off!!! It came out before I knew what I was doing.

I am mad because normally if I get wolf whistles and so on I do just give them the finger and move along, but when these words are spoken to me I feel angry that I can't wear what I please without some sleaze commenting.

I am 36 and have more than earned the right to dress how I please. If I want to wear a rubber dress to work then you can bet your ass I will. But should I expect that kind of harassment? Does it come with the territory? I don't dress sexy. I am slim, and sometimes tall in heels, and sometimes I even stand out in a crowd but surely that shouldn't make me a target?

Lucky for me I am contrary and stubborn, so tomorrow I will wear PVC and leather and maybe even some chain and get some retorts at the ready to fire at random scum in the street.

Queen Michelle

"Style for less" ???

Apparently Elle loves style for less...

My arse...

Simple white t shirt  ( granted it's by Graham & Spencer and looks like it hangs really well) 

£132.00

One hundred and thirty two pounds!

Have a freakin' word with yourselves Elle...

Queen Marie