Let’s just start by saying that this beach is not exactly easy to find. But when you do slip to the back of the caravan park and walk through a wheat field (or bounce through a wheat field), pop through a gate style and turn a corner to start the descent to Heads of Ayr beach, well, let’s just say…
Saturday night flashback to the daytime tank and jeans that are never off my body – upgraded with killer heels (man I hate that phrase… but they really are), a tux or two and the teeny tiny bag. Keeping it simple. … fleur tux – Boden :: tank – T by Alexander Wang jean – Zara :: heel – Sigerson…
Let me tell you a story. It’s the tale of one girl’s quest for the perfect cup of joe. I don’t know about you but it seems to me that a good coffee is pretty hard to come by… and I don’t even drink caffeine so it’s all about the flavour for me. I teamed up with the good folks…
So I was looking at my gladiators and thinking, wow, I’ve worn these a million times. Not to say I don’t love them cause I do but my mind wandered to this pair (I first saw them on Amber Venz, nuff said) and I thought, hey, I can do that. Bunch of old necklaces, neon tassel charm, a whole lotta…
Something about that cobalt… I found this jacket in Hamburg last week and, what with the exchange rate being so favourable, it would have been a little rude not to bring him home with me (for he surely is a boy – I hate to be stereotypical, but he is SO blue). And so, in the midst of brandishing cocktails…
