Saturday, 22 December 2012
A time for joy, family and happiness.
Sadly, not everyone experiences this at christmas and for some, this time can be a dark and lonely time or a time when emotions such as depression can be heightened.
You may be one of those people. You may have come across this blog post by chance, or someone may have forwarded it to you to read.
Consider it fate.
I don't want you to feel alone this Christmas.
I don't want you to feel depressed or lonely.
If you feel that you have hit rock bottom and you feel empty inside, If you can see the lights twinkling in other peoples windows, hear the laughter of your neighbours and yet you experience no joy, as if the world is a dark place in which you see no place for yourself any more.
Or if you feel that you are ready to make a change.
I want you to pick up the phone......................
0300 123 3393
08457 90 90 90
0845 769 7555
Info line 08000 50 20 20
London Lesbian and Gay Switchboard
0207 837 7324
0845 767 8000
Preventing young suicide
For people in Northern Ireland
0808 808 8000
0808 2000 247
Eating Disorders Association
0845 634 1414
0808 800 4444
0808 808 0545
Cruse Bereavement Care
If you need someone, please call one of these numbers. You are NOT alone over Christmas, there are people out there that care, I care.
I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Kellie (Big Fashionista)
Friday, 7 December 2012
So this Saturday heralds the end of The X Factor.
For some of you, this is sad news. For others, it is the greatest news you've heard since finding out Gordon the Gopher will not be arrested as part of Operation Yewtree.
I'm a huge fan of The X Factor, and I am also a huge fan of guys in glasses. So this weeks Nom or Vom could ONLY be one person.
Ladies and Gents, I bring you
So what do we think?
James Arthur? Nom or Vom?
Let me know
Big Fashionista x x x
Wednesday, 5 December 2012
So after Company magazine has released their "Blogger edition" today, it seems that a lot of bloggers are up in arms over the "Shitblogz.com" part of the mag.
And I'm not even going into them playing it safe, with the same bloggers that pop up everywhere, I'm sure they are lovely but there are a LOT of fresh voices out there that could also be heard.
So here for those that care, are MY blog RULEZ.
Firstly, be young. That is like TOTES important right? I don't care how you do it, but NO-ONE likes to look at wrinkles. It is what Instagram filters were invented for, if you are over 22. USE them. Capiche?
Secondly, bloggers, know your role in the world, stick to light fluffy pieces about fashion, pose prettily and hush your mouth. You know it makes sense. Play nicely bloggers and maybe we will throw a sparkly badge your way.
Check you are female. Coz male bloggers are nasty, and quite frankly, you smell.
Don't get above your station. You want to be Queen of the blogging world? How arrogant are you? Wanting to make your teeny online diary better? No sparkly badge for you.
Dress to impress. Because the only blogs that count are fashion ones, oh and make-up ones when we can't make the numbers. Oh and if you think you may be ugly. blog about shoes or something. no-one wants to see your face.
You want to EARN MONEY out of your blog?????? ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Oh bless you, you're pretty.
Follow my rulez and one day, just for one day maybe. you can write for a magazine for free.
Any more rules you would like to add?
Let me know
Tuesday, 4 December 2012
Dear Jeremy Kyle,
I think that I may need to bring my family onto your show.
Since my sister met her husband, things have changed.
Before my sister got married she worked, (a little) but now she just lives off state handouts, she doesn't pay rent, and I have never seen her in the same clothes twice!! (Dodgy or what?) Her husband is ok. but he disappears quite a bit and no-one seems to know where he is exactly. He says he is going "on a mission" and we all know what that means Jeremy, don't we? Don't we?
Her new family are a bit strange to say the least Jeremy, I think they would make great daytime TV. The grandad is one of those old geezers that just says what he thinks and hang the consequences, in fact the whole family is dysfunctional. (There's even a step-mother, cliche or what?)
The reason that I am coming to you now Jeremy, is that my sister is now pregnant.
Now obviously there is no doubt of parentage, (unless the baby comes out ginger. That would be AWKWARD) but I am just really worried about them all.
What kind of future will that baby have?
AND what will happen to me now Jeremy???????? Especially if it's a girl???????
I will no longer be the most watched female in the world will I?
(Although I suppose I could get a book deal out of it, all about being a fabulous auntie couldn't I?)
Much love. I look forward to your call, we can discuss my best side.
Pippa Middleton x x x
Monday, 3 December 2012
Right, It is now officially the countdown to christmas, I will finally 'low the Xmas talk. (Check me out, all down wiv da kidz. In a non-Saville like way, OBVZ)
But being the slightly twisted individual that I am, christmas is not christmas until I have sat down on the sofa with a glass of mulled wine, a mince pie and watched my favourite christmas film. The film that for me, always marks the start of the holiday season and generally gives me a warm fuzzy feeling inside.
Now while you guys are practically masturbating over Elf, I am licking my lips in anticipation of watching Jigsaw tear apart people who have been naughty all year round. He is SORT OF like Santa really isn't he? (Except, Santa leaves behind a sack, Jigsaw just leaves behind one sac....... if you are lucky)
It is a bit christmassy isn't it? Red is the predominant colour of the film, (and green is the colour of most people watching it for the first time)
For me, Saw means it is beginning to look a lot like christmas. (And sets me up nicely for christmas shopping. Take THAT queue jumper.)
But what non-christmassy things make you feel all christmassy inside?
Or am I just very, very strange?
Let me know.
Big Fashionista x x
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