Thursday, 24 July 2014

Hot or Not, By Ladbrokes



So the World cup is over for another four years (Boooooooo) but fear not people, Ladbrokes are giving you a chance to continue to admire the physical prowess of some of the hottest players in the World Cup this year.

Hot or Not (ooooh, hang on, this is looking slightly familiar) gives you the choice of two players who appeared at the World Cup and you get to choose which one looks hotter until you narrow it down to the Hottest player at the World Cup this year.

So all those players who came so close to winning the Golden Boot and then came away with nothing STILL have a chance to be YOUR hottest player of the World Cup.

Are you rolling your eyes over Ronaldo?



Crying over Cabaye?



Or has Gerard piqued your interest? (See what I did there?)



Then why not play the Ladbrokes Hot or Not Game just for fun?


You can play here ----> Hot or Not? 

Let me know who your sexiest footballer is.


Big Fashionista





This game is brought to you by Ladbrokes and has no affiliation with Nom or Vom

Tuesday, 22 July 2014

Draw Me Like One Of Your French Girls



It's been a while since we have had an app that captured the heart of EVERYONE. I've played, Candy Crush, Draw Something and NOW I am obsessed with French Girls. 

The premise is simple, you upload a selfie to the app and other people can draw you. You can also draw other people and rate their pictures. 

It started off beautifully.



And then got BETTER. 





People can be quite cruel too. 


And there are some very good artists on there. 



It's kept me amused for the last few days. 

Me? Of course. 

This is the only one done so far. I may have to upload another pic. 

You can download French Girls here for IPhone. https://www.frenchgirlsapp.com 

I DEFINITELY recommend it.

Have you tried it? What do you think?

Let me know. 

Big Fashionista x x 

Monday, 21 July 2014

School Hell-idays

Oh God,

well that was unexpected, and yet, I've dreaded looked forward to this moment for the last three months.

IT'S THE SCHOOL HELLIDAYS. 

Don't get me wrong, I love my children, when they are at school.

When they are at home they are like a plague of locusts upon my house. they eat everything, whinge they are bored and cost me a huge amount of money.

(On the plus side, I get a lie in in the morning, but seriously, I don't think the pay off is worth it.) 

I have been looking at the mothers in the playground who are all standing there saying "I just cannot wait for the summer holidays so we can all just spend some time together" and think,

You just have the one child, don't you?

At the last count I had three, of varying ages. (I think it is three, there is a washing pile big enough that it may be four or five and enough cutlery in the sink that it may be eight or nine) separately, they are kind of cool, (if you like that sort of thing) but put them all together and it is like dealing with fans at a West Ham V Millwall game, (They have a common interest, yet they hate each others guts) 

Don't get me wrong, the first day week is fun, I still have the energy to be more referee than mother, and I still have money in my purse, but after then it is kind of all downhill from there.

The washing pile, which is currently doubling as a training camp for Everest climbers, becomes almost mythical in its proportions, cutlery, which beforehand was just cutlery, becomes weaponry and  my nerves become SHREDDED, shredded I tell you.

6 weeks, SIX WEEKS? (I just thank God that I don't live in Scotland, Scottish parents, I applaud you) I don't know if I am going to make it through 6 days before losing my shit.

Do you think if I hide in the washing pile for six weeks they will miss me?


Worth a try, right?



How do YOU survive the six weeks holidays with your children? Are you they type of parent that looks forward to spending time with your offspring?

Or are you like me and counting the days 'til they go back?


Let me know


Big Fashionista x x x


The fashion fairy tale of today’s cheap world



     Los Angeles photographers, French models and Italian fashion houses are all good reasons, to love fashion. But there are great stories that make this industry, an indisputable triumph of beauty and history. You have to fall in love with fashion because of Paris, Charles Frederick Worth, the birth of haute couture; the revolutionary ideas of Saint Laurent in the 70s; the Sicilian widows; the macabre genius, the butterflies, the deer and the stuffed birds of McQueen



     Sadly, it feels like there are no more classy fairy tales in fashion today. They were replaced with cheap collaborations and giant retailers. I’m not saying that fast fashion is a bad thing, but it certainly influenced the face of the whole concept of fashion, as an art. The designers are now bartering between insincere creativity, forced individuality and mercantile goals. Every collection today, has one or two pieces of clothing that are created purely to be sold easily. The bloggers, editors and the journalists admire the conceptual ideas of Miuccia Prada, but no one is actually able to discuss them, considering appropriate fashion terms.

     Fashion Weeks are also great jokes, as the exclusive events are shadowed by the street style of the bloggers and the celebrity cleavage… As fashion is growing into a huge part of the new pop culture, everyone wants to be a part of it. Everyone wants attention and profits. Fashion is now democratic, accessible and no more magic.


     Of course, it is simply great that now every single girl can look fashionable, but there is no good in fashion losing its main idea and fairy tale. Because what else will remain? Soap operas, cartoons and cheap fashion magazines. And that’s no good for those who love fashion and for those who are creating it. But we’re lucky to have a huge number of designers, models and artistic spirits that are working every single day, towards making fashion special and majestic. The hope is not lost and maybe someday soon we’ll get to meet a new fashion fairy tale that will totally make a difference.



Big Fashionista x x x


*Collaborative post

Saturday, 19 July 2014

Shutter Day









Big Fashionista x x 


Friday, 18 July 2014

Nom Or Vom

I can be a bit of a Marvel Comic Geek on the sly so Guardians of The Galaxy was always going to be on my watch list this summer but who KNEW that the main man had got so hot???

He's come a long way from Parks & Recreation where you may remember him from, and next year this guy is starting in the new Jurassic Park move, 

Hubba hubba. 

So this week I bring you, actor, all round hottie, oh and husband of the A-mazing Anna Faris who I adore, 

Chris Pratt






Both Guardians of The Galaxy and Jurassic Park I will be going to see anyway, but it doesn't hurt to just have that one extra reason to go, does it?

What do you think? 

Chris Pratt?

Nom or Vom? 

Big Fashionista x x x 

Thursday, 17 July 2014

Kate. A Baby? Or Just A Bread Roll?



I've decided that I feel terribly sorry for Princess Kate, Or Kate, or Kate Middleton, nee Windsor........... What the HELL are we meant to call her again? Anyone know?

The whispers in the tabloids this week are that she is with foal again and now people are watching her closer than the security guards watch me in Poundland. (closely) 

Poor thing, Can you imagine everyone scrutinising you every minute of every day to see if you are up the duff? I would hate it.

What if she was just holding in a fart?

As a princess she cannot exactly just let one rip in public can she? And now because of her politeness she is accused of ripening some crotchfruit again.

Perhaps she had eaten a bread roll, I find that I can bloat up like a puffer fish with a bread roll. Let the poor woman eat her bread in peace.

Why do we have such a fascination with their procreation anyway? One kid? Three kids? I don't know about you, but I really don't care about Royal sproglets anyway, unless it involves Kay Burley standing in 95 degree heat for three days again, interviewing some very strange people (Ah, fun times. Oh well, It kept her away from grieving relatives for a day or two, and that counts) 

If there is another Royal baby on the way, then so be it. but if not, let the poor woman fart in peace.


What say you?

Big Fashionista x x x