Monday, 31 October 2011

Halloween Safety

So it is that one day of the year where common sense goes out of the window and some parents positively encourage their children to take sweets from strangers!

Go figure that one out.

Each year my doorbell rings and strange children stand at my door asking for sweeties!!!

Most of them knock without adults. Now personally this scares me more than my reflection in the mirror sans make-up.

I consider myself to be (almost) normal, but what if I was completly insane and liked stealing children?  (I really don't, most of the time I don't want my own)

I love Halloween, I dress up, I get involved, there is always sweeties enough for anyone who knocks but PLEASE, If your child is old enough to Trick or Treat, make sure a responsible adult goes with them.

Plus if you go, you are entitled to a cut of the goodies.

Thems the rules.

Have fun, and stay safe x x x

Big Fashionista

Saturday, 29 October 2011

Mothers at BNTM Live. You have been warned

So yesterday I attended Britains Next Top Model Live at the Excel centre.

Pass me the wine because a day later I am still trying to recover.

I took my eleven year old daughter with me, Why you ask? Because she doesn't already spend enough of my money and I thought I'd give her an opportunity to bleed me dry. (What can I say, I'm a legend)

What I DIDN'T take her for is to be "DISCOVERED"

Which is what a LOT of mothers seemed to do.

Nine year old girls in heels higher than mine, more make up than me and quite honestly, better applied than mine (biatches)

and they were everywhere, being not so gently propelled by pushy mothers towards the casting stage, the model scouts and all the photography booths in the building.

You could almost smell the desperation oozing from the mothers pores, (Or was that Tulisa's new fragrance?) They want their daughters to be the next big thing.

So obviously the way to do that is to dress them as mini-whores and slap more make-up on them than at a Katie Price drag queen convention!!!

and I'm not being funny but some of these girls were dog ugly!!!!
(I jest, I jest)

I actually had to leave after three hours because I was concerned I would start cornering small children and wet wiping them (apparently that is frowned upon) Either that or have some strong words with some mothers who are obviously trying to reclaim their youth through their daughters.

I walked around with a permanent sneer on my face. I was Judgedy McJudge from the clan McJudgey. I have NO time for the women who do this. Over-sexualisation of pre-teens is bad enough without the very women who are meant to protect these children making it WORSE.

Mothers, you want your daughter to be discovered as a model?

take a photo, send it to a reputable agency and then let it be.

Stop living your dreams through your children. Or next time I go to one of these events I WILL take wet-wipes AND A MIRROR, and I will force you to take a good long look at yourself.

You have been warned.

Big Fashionista x x

Friday, 28 October 2011

Nom or Vom

So I didn't win the Cosmopolitan Blog Awards, so there is only one thing that will cheer me up this Friday,

Nom or Vom (and a shitload of alcohol)

Now because you lot are so bloody difficult to please I thought I would do something different this week.

This one is one I like. so no whinging that he is a vom because I will stick my fingers in my ears and go na na na na na. (or possibly sing, and NO-ONE wants that-trust me)

Ladies and gentlemen

I give you


(anyone else imagining he is beckoning them into his bed?? Just me then)

So there you go, Michael Buble, unfortunately it was impossible to find a naked pic of him. but I live in hope.

(if you find one, feel free to email me it, I do need a new screensaver and a naked MB would be luvverly)

So what do we think?

Nom or Vom?

Let me know

Big Fashionista x x

Tuesday, 25 October 2011

A shock confession

I have been keeping a secret for a while now.

A secret so shameful I don't know if I can even write it down.

I am deep in the grip of addiction so strong, I cannot possibly see a way out of it.

It started as research,

I needed to know what it was like. How could I judge others when I didn't know what it was like to experience it for myself first hand.

I thought I could handle it. It would just be the once. and then never again.............

Of course it never works like that does it.

Shall I just say it.

My name is Kellie Hill........................................................

and I am addicted to The Only Way Is Essex.

Wow, I thought it would be harder than that.

Please don't judge me.

I wrote a post a while ago completely slating TOWIE, I HAD to watch a whole episode to be able to judge it fully. I watched, I hated, I wrote, I judged and that was it..........

Until the next time it was on........ I reasoned that perhaps it was a bad episode. I should watch another one to be able to completely hate it with a clear conscience.

I watched, I hated, I judged AND THEN PUT IT ON SERIES LINK!!!!

The bloody programme left it on a cliff hanger, I HAD to watch the next one just to see what would happen next........ didn't I?

Now ITV2 is my dealer and TOWIE is my crack. They know just how much to dangle in front of me to keep me coming back for more.

Don't get me wrong I don't enjoy it. I feel pale after I watch it, underdressed and fat. but on the plus side, I also feel clever. I mean REALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY clever.

These people are as dumb as a box of frogs.

And yet I still want to watch them!!! Does this say more about me or them? (Don't answer that)

I honestly just can't help myself. I try to keep away. I really do. I don''t want to be just another viewer who says "Reem" and Shuuuuuuut upppppppppppppppppp"

Every Sunday and Wednesday I hope that today will be the day that I finally succeed in getting the orange monkey off my back, and every time I fail. Miserably.

I've even started following them on Twitter. (one a day so no-one notices, I'm even ACTING like an addict. hiding my dirty habit from everyone who cares for me)

I know they can't act, that everything is a set up. I am not that far gone in my love for all things TOWIE that I can't see the wooden for the me's

But I know it won't be long. I am eyeing up Ronseal wondering what shade would suit me best. Perhaps, it IS too late for me.

But you can still save yourselves.

I beg you to stay away from this programme before it sinks deep into your brain. You will think you can handle it, I did too. You will kid yourself that you are in control. You aren't.


And I don't think I am strong enough to break free alone.

Help meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Big Fashionista

If you have been affected by what you have read today or if you or someone close to you is also affected by TOWIE addiction then please, step forward. TOGETHER we may be able to beat this horrible addiction.

Let me know


Monday, 24 October 2011

Jaws of death

So over the weekend it has been all over the tabloids once again that a shark has killed someone who was swimming in water!!!

Am I the only one not at all shocked here?

If I decided to go for a walk in a LION reserve, would there be anyone wailing at my graveside, consoling my husband Gary Barlow saying, I KNOW!!! Eaten by lions, what a surprise!!!!!

Of course not (although half of my friends would probably be in the adjoining graves, "A trip through a lion reserve????? Will there be wine? Count me in)

But yet people are still surprised and horrified when they get love bites from a shark.

In the water

Where sharks live.

Bastard sharks, how dare they?

Let's go hunt down and kill every shark in the area that may or may not have done what comes naturally to sharks.

Who is in the wrong here?

If a shark came bowling into your house in the middle of the night, fully tooled up with its pearly whites you would feel fully justified in making shark fin soup out of it (and maybe some boots and a cute toothy necklace perhaps)

and you aren't even hungry.

People wander into an area where they know there are sharks and then get pissed off they get eaten.

Stupid people.

I'm bored of it all now.

If you go in the water and get your legs bitten off by a shark.....................................

Don't come running to me for sympathy.

Big Fashionista x x

Sunday, 23 October 2011

And the winner is..........................

So the lucky winner of the bracelet from Chain of Daisies is...................

Jo Davie

Congratulations Jo, If you can email me at and then I can pass your details on to Chain of Daisies.

Well Done Jo x x x

Big Fashionista x x

Thursday, 20 October 2011

Immigrants cause cancer, by Liz Jones

This post is designed to unashamedly and unapologetically rip the piss out of Liz Jones. If you feel that you may be offended by the following post, then you may want to look away now. (Don't say I didn't warn you) If you feel that you may enjoy this post, grab a coffee, sit down and enjoy as I attempt to write in the style of Liz Jones!!!!

As I was drinking my glass of muddy river water this morning, a small tip I picked up on a recent trip abroad-those Somalian women have some fantastic diet tips, I read an interesting article by a lesser-known journalist who dresses far older than her age by the way, about Garra Rufa fish being the cause of the spread of hepatitis, HIV and possibly even cancer.

I was shocked! Absolutely shocked. If I hadn't thrown up most of my river water breakfast already then I may have vomited in disgust!!

I often take a trip to a highly specialised Knightsbridge salon for a fishy nibbling treat, in fact I specifically asked them to make a special tank just for me so that when I am feeling especially obese I can put my whole body into the tank and the fish just nibble away at any excess skin I have. I have been known to lose a whole 8 ounces in one trip.

How more fat people don't have the self respect to ask their local salon to build them a tank I really don't know. I don't mind looking at obese people for a little while as long as I know they are doing something about it,

The one good thing I found about Somalia is that the women are a lot more pleasant to look at, and I think some of them were really happy when I said I had arranged for a doctor to come out and visit them.

I am SO glad that they grasp the idea that a breast lift and possible enlargement is a good idea, and my surgeon has said he will look into a possible installment plan for them to pay it off monthly, I suggested to him he tells them to discuss their new breasts with their friends over dinner parties.

I have to wonder if these cancer spreading, HIV carrying fish are perhaps caused by immigrants in some way or another. Some of these poor people have never had the pleasure of designer shoes before!!! They have never experienced the feel or even the sound of Louis Vuitton court shoes clacking over cobblestones and so have no idea of the pain and discomfort which I go through daily. If they have no sympathy for me and my LV blisters, why should I have any sympathy for them? Is it my fault that some countries prefer to go barefoot?

When I read in Vogue that going barefoot is once again fashionable, then I shall partake. Until then, unless I am in Exmoor where people think Louis Vuitton is the cousin/husband of the local postmistress I will not be shoe-less thank you very much.

It is obvious to me that these people with their dirty, sweaty feet are the ones who are polluting the homes of the fish. I am sure that the Ugg wearing chav types who frequent the salons and then scream that the fish are tickling their toes haven't even thought of having botox injected into their feet and it is this lack of forward thinking that is spreading hepatitis and yes CANCER!! I'm not afraid to use the cancer word. I know someone, who knows someone, who once was served in a Waitrose on holiday by a woman whose mother had CANCER. How horrific is that? I was touched by this so strongly that I had to arrange immediately a visit to my personal doctor to have a full body scan and some complimentary therapies to help de-stress myself. I haven't been able to bring myself to speak to this jellyfish woman since. HOW DARE SHE bring such negativity into my world!

The fish pedicure is so early 2011 anyway. Does anyone EVEN have these anymore? and what will happen to the fish when the last person has had their filthy hard skin chewed off.

Can I buy them all up to put in my swimming pool in my country home? I'm sure I will be able to rent them out to my neighbours if I tell them the fish will be able to chew off their tails.

LJ x x

Big Fashionista x x

Tuesday, 18 October 2011

Daddy's little girl

Do we ever grow out of ever being daddy's little girl?

I have an eleven year old daughter and poor Mr Fashionista is getting so stressed that if he had any hair..... it would probably fall out.

If he thought it was at all possible, I swear he would be applying for a shotgun licence right now to keep the mean boys away.

He is even starting to identify with Rapunzels father and is pricing up really tall towers as we speak. (Is there REALLY a

It is hard for dads when their little girls start to grow up isn't it? They want to protect their little girls in a way that is completely different from mums. I think that as mums we want our children to grow up, experience life and love and be with them every step of the way. Through the tears (the stand up rows) and the unrequited love, we WANT our girls to experience the highs and the lows. We may be there with the tissues (and the "I told you so's") we may want to hear all the details (ok, not quite all of them) but I think we as mums know that a little bit of pain and heartbreak isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Daddies? .....................................

erm, not so much.

Someone hurting their little girl or breaking their heart?

Not on daddys watch.

No-one upsets their little girl. Whether they are 7, 17, 37 or 57 you never stop being a little girl in your fathers eyes and your daddy will always protect you.

I'm sure it isn't easy being a daddy. All that growling at boys must be exhausting. Even "friends that are boys" don't escape the daddy stare or the suspicious looks. And if you are seriously unlucky, the little "friendly chat" that dads have with the boy that dares to look at their daughter with lust in their eyes can cause fear so deep, they won't call (hell some cowards won't even make eye contact again)

And is a daddy ever sorry?

Nope, because that is a daddy's job.

So hug your daddy, bless him it is hard for him. All these protective feelings are confusing for him too. Maybe sometimes he goes too far, but he doesn't mean it.

Just try not to mention the name of that boy you like in front of him ok?

Are you a daddy's little girl?

What has your daddy done to protect you?

Let me know

Big Fashionista x x

Monday, 17 October 2011

Competition time-Want to win a bracelet from Chain of Daisies?

Ah Monday, you come around so fast.

If like me you are feeling that Monday should only pay a visit once a month (a bit like a period, you dread it coming but are then thankful it's finally arrived) then I have something to try to cheer you up a bit.

I make no secret of the fact I am a lover of accessories. Accessories can make or break an outfit, give you a way to dress up an outfit or just make you feel special  (and you ARE special, you know that right?)

So in conjunction with the fabulous CHAIN OF DAISIES I have a giveaway of this beautiful bracelet

Gorgeous right?

The Swallows Tale bracelet is just one of the beautiful pieces available from Chain of Daisies and to be in with a chance to win this bracelet all you have to do is this.

Firstly be a follower of this blog

secondly go and follow @Chainofdaisies on Twitter

and then go and have a look on the Chain of Daisies website here 


and tell me what is your favourite accessory from Chain of Daisies.

This is mine at the moment, I make no secret of my love of all things Dragonfly and this is the prettiest Dragonfly necklace I've seen.

The competition will close at 5pm on Friday evening and is open to UK followers only.

So what is YOUR favourite piece.

Let me know

Big Fashionista x x

Thursday, 13 October 2011

Shrek The Musical-Review

If you want belly laughs, if you like to go ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and if you like your theatre going experience to include talking donkeys and Nigel Harman crawling around on his knees (yeah baby)  then you need to go to see Shrek The Musical at the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane.

Myself, Mr Fashionista and two mini Fashionistas went to watch Shrek The Musical last night and we LOVED it.

Based loosely on the film, the show brings a whole new dimension to Shrek and gives more of a back story which honestly is quite sad. (That's where you go ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) The songs are toe-tappingly good and you find yourself being drawn into the world of Shrek & Co so easily that I found myself slipping on a pair of Shrek ears (much to the dismay of the mini fashionistas) and dancing along in my seat (A couple of years of therapy and they will be right as rain)

The level of acting in the show is superb, Nigel Harman is hysterical as Lord Farquaad and never has a better baddie strutted on a stage, I loved that some of his jokes went straight over the childrens heads and were aimed at the adults, Nigel Lindsay played an excellent Shrek and was very true to the film character. Unfortunately Richard Blackwood who I had heard is amazing as Donkey was off the night we visited but his understudy Delroy Atkinson was brilliant and slotted in as though he played the character constantly, Kimberley Walsh of Girls Aloud fame, although I had issues with her accent was refreshing and surprisingly good.

My favourite character was the Dragon, a show stopping piece of theatrical puppetry that was hypnotic and breathtaking to watch.

Is it a family show? Yes it is. Can you go without dragging random children with you just to make it look better? Yes you definitely can.

This show appeals to everyone, there are some jokes that (hopefully) went over my childrens heads, the music is brilliant and there is nothing cheesy about Shrek. The burping and farting song had everyone laughing, even the grumpy old man in front of us.

If you are thinking about taking in a show then my recommendation of the moment is definitely this.

Shrek The Musical

He may be green but it's a sight to be seen.

Shrek ears are optional.

Big Fashionista x x x

Wednesday, 12 October 2011

Blackberry FAIL

These have been a traumatic couple of days for me, and many others like me.


Seriously, you iPhone users all smug with your apps and your emails and your messenger functions (oh, no messenger function? My bad) You can't even BEGIN to imagine our pain at the moment.

I think we need a helpline!!!!! We can still dial from our phones can't we? Or a support group!! Can't we set up a support group?

Usually I get the shakes when I enter an area with no 3G connection!!!! To be without my emails, my BBM and my internet is KILLING me slowly.

I feel like I now know what it is like to be Amish (A slight exaggeration? I think not)

I might as well have been stuck in a cave with Edwina Curry for the lack of current information I'm receiving. (She's still in Strictly Come Dancing right?.............Oh FFS) Currently my Blackberry is holding my emails to ransom, reading my texts like a prison guard before deciding whether I should have them or not and has decided that I don't need my BBM at all. (Possibly as a punishment for over-using the smiley function-what can I say, I text like a 13 year old girl-LOL)

If I wanted a phone to just talk on I would've bought a LG phone!!!! Instead I bought a smartphone, not very smart huh?

I rarely actually talk on my phone. I email, I text, BBM, I use my apps. What cruel and unusual punishment is it to actually take it all away from me ALL AT ONCE, not even just one thing at a time!! If it had been gradual then maybe I would have been able to take it. like a frog in slowly warming water I would have just adjusted and dealt with it. instead, ouchie, RIM have just dunked me in a pot of boiling hot water and added some vegetables. It's a technology free soup.

And just as I couldn't take it anymore, it came back. and THEN just as I was sacrificing a small kid (a baby goat, i'm not a psycho) at the alter of Research In Motion to say thank you..


How sick and twisted is that?????????????

Perhaps my lesson learnt here is never to depend upon technology too much. My blackberry wasn't just a phone for me, it had become an extension OF me.

And if I'm honest.........................................................

I think I may be missing it TOO much

Maybe I should go check out some Amish fashion magazines and move to Ohio.

That might work................................................... right?.......................... right?

Big Fashionista x x

Tuesday, 11 October 2011

Bug-ging out

It's October, it really isn't that cold and the sun is still shining.
(Check me out, I'm a weather girl-that's one for the bucket list)

Anyone else get the feeling that all the wasps aren't getting the memo that it is time for them to do the right thing and just DIE?

Yesterday I got cornered in my own home by a huge wasp that seemed more than slightly high on life and was intent on trying to end mine.

You may think this is slightly dramatic but me and wasps have a long horrible history. They spend their whole summer terrorising me half to death in new and inventive ways, like hiding in coke cans or dive bombing me when I am standing looking over a cliff. (Gits) And I spend my summer trying to wipe out the whole evil species every chance I get.

We can never reach an uneasy truce either.

A ceasefire is only reached once the end of September arrives and they start to die off like old people in flu season.

But this year the wasps are enjoying a later burst of energy and they are acting like drunks at a pub lock-in. they are getting a little bit lairy and quite a bit fighty.

This is totally unacceptable to me.

Do you know how difficult it is to find wasp spray at this time of year? If I wanted to hit them with a Santa Claus, that I could do. (Hell, I could probably spank them with an Easter egg if I paid a visit to Sainsburys) but Wasp spray? Rare than rocking horse shit at the moment.

Wasps in October have no fear either! It is like they just KNOW they are living on borrowed time and if they are going down, they are going to take some of us with them. (Stripey little psychopaths)

They have nothing to lose, they know that their end is nigh, so if they can get some extra kicks by forcing me off a cliff or failing that, just stinging me to death? You just know that they are going to grasp that opportunity with all six legs and just fly with it.

Me? I'm off to the shed to see if I have any wasp spray in reserve.

Then me and all the wasps are going to fight it out to the DEATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wish them luck, they're going to need it.

Anyone else having problems with the devil wasps sent from satan at the moment?

Let me know

Big Fashionista x x

Monday, 10 October 2011

When bad makeovers happen to good people

When I first started my blog, the first thing I decided was that I would never put down anyones style. I am a great believer in individual choice. If you want to wear a swan to an award ceremony-Rock on. If you want to wear vintage Primark, that is completely your choice. I'm not here to judge you (trust me, if you saw what I was wearing today, you would understand)

But holy mother of Versace what did they do to some of the people on The X Factor this weekend?

If you haven't been watching X Factor, good for you. If I could wean myself off of the Simon Cowell crack then I would but just as I thought I had got clean, they threw Gary Barlow into the mix. Instant addiction (Oh Mr Cowell you clever, clever man)

Let's start with Amelia Lily

Now I could have a quick mummy rant about a 16 year old girl with heavy eyeliner and bleached blonde hair giving off a bad impression. but it is HER style, her look. I'm not going to judge her for it. (I may well have sneered at the parents though) BUT let me pull out my Grade A Judgey McJudgey face for what they did to that girl after her makeover.

Pink hair? pink? I have a sock in my wardrobe that exact colour from where I washed it with a bunch of red clothing. The whole makeover seemed half-hearted, and all I can hope is that it was a wash-in, wash out colour, otherwise her Saturday job in McDonalds that she probably hoped never to go back to may be in jeopardy.

While I am on the subject of Amelia Lily, did anyone else feel distinctly uncomfortable seeing her grinding on up her backing dancers on Saturday night? The X Factor promised to stop sexing up the star performances and yet choreographed that performance for her? Go figure.

Another makeover that completely blew my mind on Saturday night was poor Sami.

I'm a size 16/18. I know my shape and apart from a couple of times throughout the auditions where she seemed to have misplaced her bra Sami seems to know how to dress for her shape as well.

Come the live shows? Sami of course is wearing BLACK.

It is as though the stylists all sat around drinking Soya lattes and nibbling on wasabi peas and thought "I don't know how to dress a bigger woman, can't we just put her in Mary Byrnes wardrobe from last year?" "She is bigger than a size 12, of COURSE she wants to wear black, but it is a special  occasion so lets throw on a gold bolero"

Her make up looked as though my 5yr old had gone crazy on her. Although even my five year old would have turned her nose up at the amount of glitter used (badly) and if I ever see any of those women wearing white eyeliner again I will NOT be held responsible for my actions.

All in all a complete makeover fail.

And let's not even start me off on Johnny Robinson? All I will say is that seeing him on Saturday night reminded me to get the turkey out of the freezer for Sunday dinner!

What did you think of the makeovers for X Factor?

Do you agree with me about Sami?

Let me know

Big Fashionista x x

Friday, 7 October 2011

Nom or Vom

My apologies for the late posting. Me and a (couple of) bottles of wine got acquainted last night and I actually FORGOT to blog!!!!

So after all these months of Nom or Vom I am starting to see a bit of a pattern appear. You lot love the weird ones. You know, the type that probably wouldn't have got laid when they were younger. You like rockers and you are partial to a tattoo or two.

So who better on this cold Friday morning to warm you all up a bit than...........

Chester Bennington
Lead singer of Linkin Park

So what do we think?

Nom or Vom

I know I would.

(goes to lay down in a darkened room somewhere)

Big Fashionista x x

Thursday, 6 October 2011

No offence but........................................

Ah those three little words, you know the ones, the ones that make you instantly tense  up and you just know what is coming next.

No, not those ones.

The really offensive ones.

No offence but.........................

Why is it that those three words are usually followed by the most offensive crap anyone could ever say to you.

No offence but, your backside looks like two elephants fighting in a sack in those trousers.........


No offence but, that haircut and colour makes you look like a ninety year old woman, with incontinence issues.


All said with a huge smile because they pulled the "no offence" card.

How can you possibly be offended. They said no offence but...... it MUST be ok-mustn't it?

The same goes for "I don't mean to be rude but......................."

(oh you are darlin' I'd lay money on it)

People seem to treat the words like a Get Out of Jail Free card. and if you dare to pull them on it, they usually pull out a guilt trip "Well, I did say no offence"

Any time you feel like saying "No offence but"........................ Check your bad self before you wreck yourself-because chances are, something so offensive is going to come out of your mouth that if you say it to the wrong person (me) you will be picking up your teeth with tweezers.

No offence.


Anyone said those words to you? Tell me what they said.

Or how do you deal with it?

Let me know

Big Fashionista x x

Wednesday, 5 October 2011

Sunglasses are for life, not just for summer.

So you all know that sunglasses are not just for summer right?

The summer may be over but coming to a sky near you we have some perfect crisp autumnal weather.

I love Autumn, it rocks. I was BUILT for autumn and with the sun a lot lower in the sky I always end up adding my sunglasses to any outfit. (even if the other accessories include a scarf)

Now in the past I have never been a snob about sunglasses, I am as happy in Primark sunnies as I am in Prada but when contacted me and offered to send me a pair of their polarized glasses to try, I never realised that they would be ruining me for all other glasses.

They are fab. there is no glare, absolutely none. which is superb for the low autumnal sun, especially when driving. Their glasses also offer 100% UV400 protection which is superb for eye safety and the glasses that the company  offer are not only practical but highly fashionable.

Want to see how I wear mine?

(my too cool for skool face)

These are the 1970's Donna from the Heritage collection and retail at £69.99 and are completely worth every penny.

Polaroid Sunglasses have a style to suit everyone but when I saw these ones they just screamed "me" (obviously they didn't really scream, that would be weird) I am a sucker for a pair of over-sized sunnies and although the blue of the frame is something that usually I wouldn't go for. It just works with most outfits.

                                                      (Testing out the anti-glare)

(Leaning against the fence, looking cool. as you do when you are rocking some fabulous glasses)


So don't think that because summer is over you have no need for sunglasses, in fact if you drive I would highly recommend checking out for a great pair of glasses that are not only going to look great but will cut the glare of the lower sun while you drive.

Even if you don't drive I recommend trying out a pair of polarized glasses. The difference is amazing. (throws away Primark sunglasses forever)

Do you wear Polarized lenses? Have you been converted like me?

Go check out for their huge range of glasses and let me know which ones are your favourite, they even sell 3D glasses you know.

Do you wear your sunglasses all year round?

And tell me, what do you think of mine? :-D

Big Fashionista x x

Tuesday, 4 October 2011

Well-groomed caveman

When it comes to men and fashion and beauty, how much is too much?

Gone is the time when men used to just wash and go, (Sometimes they wouldn't even wash, they would just go) there is now a huge market for mens grooming products and even make up. I remember a time when Just For Men was seen as a dirty secret, now men can groom to their little hearts content-Bless their little cotton/wool blend designer socks.

But how much is too much?

Who wants a man that takes longer to get ready in the morning than you do (Or looks better than you do-git)

Would you want a man that steals your hair straighteners? (My baldy OH can't even borrow my hair dryer, or brush LOL)

Would you feel uneasy if your man started borrowing your mascara because he liked the way it really opened up his eyes!!!!!!

Are men now starting to feel the same pressure as women to make the best of themselves? Spanx for men? Whatever happened to just breathing in when a "sort" walked past? Or sticking a sock down your pants on a night out?

If you met a man on a night out and then...erm, spilt drink down his clothes and had to go back to his house to get him out of his wet things!!! (nudge nudge, wink wink) how would you feel if you pulled down those sexy tight fighting jeans to discover he was wearing Spanx?

I assume it's like a male equivalent of a Wonder Bra (as in I wonder where those big boobs went)

Men pluck their eyebrows, shave their body hair, wonder whether their bum looks big in their new jeans, they CARE about what they look like. Hell, they moisturise!!! (I rarely do that)

And what do I yearn for?

The smell of sweat, (Obviously not stinky sweat-honest hard working sweat) I want a caveman. No over-grooming for me please. Brush your teeth, shower, spray a little Lynx, a bit of aftershave if you are going "Out, Out" (copyright Mickey Flanagan) and I'm a happy girl.

I'm not one for an over-groomed male-but at the same time I don't want a tramp either. perhaps a tidy caveman would be good?

How about you?

and men, are YOU feeling the pressure?

Let me know

Big Fashionista x x

Monday, 3 October 2011

Remakes & Do-overs

I'm all for a do-over (in fact, right now, if I could take one, I really really would) but when it comes to films there are times when a do-over is not acceptable.

What is with all the remakes at the moment anyway?

I can accept Footloose, I can just about accept Dirty Dancing (although those are some damn big shoes to fill) Point Break? it feels like it was only recently I sat and watched it in the cinema (1991 in case you are interested-and first person to comment they weren't even born in 1991 gets a slap) I'm pissed about Highlander because honestly that is my favourite film EVER.

BUT............................. Whoever had the brainy idea to remake SCARFACE needs to sit down and have a good hard chat with themselves, preferably while smacking themselves around the face with a cricket bat.

They obviously never took the main lesson from Scarface "Never get high on your own supply" because whatever they are smoking they need to stop. (or at least cut down)

Remaking Scarface is like remaking the Bible. It is an untouchable classic, and SOME-ONE is heading straight for hell.

And who will they get to play Tony Montana?

Can't imagine anyone but the great Al Pacino saying "Say hello to my little friend" Can you?

When you start messing around with films where do you stop? What happens next? Remaking books? Can you imagine an updated version of The Catcher In The Rye?

Or an updated politically correct version of The Hungry Caterpillar?

The obviously secret bulimic caterpillar who has issues with the changes happening with his body. (Catchy huh?)

Poor caterpillar, first bit of cake he ate he was whisked off to a therapist, given a healthy eating plan and told that exercise was the key while the therapist looked accusingly at the parents and considered calling in social services.

Poor hungry caterpillar, he ends up in foster care with two stag beetles while waiting for a forever family to love him just the way he is.

What else will be remade in the future? Will someone take a look at blogs and decide to remake them? (If anyone wants to do-over some of my old ones I'd be grateful-CRINGE)

Or some soap operas? New actors, same storylines. (They do it with individual characters, why not just wipe the whole cast of Hollyoaks and do it all over)

Are they going to start rewriting our HISTORY books?


Steps down from soapbox and breathes a bit.

Some other remakes in the pipeline include, Child's Play, Judge Dredd, The Lone Ranger, A Star Is Born, Total Recall, The Crow, The Evil Dead and Godzilla!!!!!

Personally I think a couple of those films shouldn't have been made the first time around, let alone deserve a remake.

What do you think about the current trend for remakes? Is it all about saving a dollar?

Do you agree with me about Scarface? And who do you think would do the character of Tony Montana justice?

Let me know

Big Fashionista x x
© Big Fashionista | All rights reserved.
Blogger Template Created by pipdig