Mind The Gap

SERIOUSLY!

You need to watch yourself and mind the GAP. They are on FIRE for Summer 2013. I popped in store this week, just for a little "meander" (as they say) and I was OVERJOYED by such lovely pieces. GAP seem to have a handle on using good quality materials now (don't even get me started on the prints) and so where other high street brands are still churning out the hair raising polyester malarky, GAP has it's hands firmly on fresh and crisp cottons. I tried on the lovely paisley shirt above with the printed denim shorts and I loved that contrast of prints, all within the same blue colour palette. Now it is the waiting game till Payday... seriously, HURRY UP!

SHOP GAP

1969 Jeans:£44.95/Shirt: £34.95/Shorts:£29.95/Espadrilles:£22.95

In My Bathroom: Mice Attack

Oh Mice God!

I have two mice on my footsies! Seriously I could NOT refuse these metallic mice by Marc Jacobs complete with their own set of whiskers... I mean COME ON. That's just brilliant! 

So I AM BACK BABIES. After giving myself a hol-blog-iday, I am now ready, rested and back for the next stage of My Little Eye. So much has happened in the last few months and I now have a new job working in curation at one of my favourite sites of ALL time, Vestiaire Collective. Yahoooo. I've been to Paris and Barcelona and Cadaques and life has generally been going very well indeed. 

I'm looking forward to sharing the finds and thoughts of My Little Eye with y'all.

Toodles!

Blazer: Zara

Shirt: Jaeger

Jeans: 7 4 All Mankind

Pumps: Marc by Marc Jacobs 

Marakesh Adventure

Peering through enormous wooden door ways, painted in cracking pastel hues from aqua to powder-purple, you can spot the most visually arresting interiors of your life. It's all down to the use of tiles, pattern and colour which line narrow spaces with so much depth that a corridor becomes some kind of sacred temple. 

Fifteen girls were staying at Riad Oiseaux Du Paradis for our beloved Chloe's hen do. We had the whole place to ourselves. Rocking up to a cool, narrow side street, a huge wooden door with a gold number '27' on the front was all we could make out of our new home. But stepping through was like entering into a new world. Cool and breezy, a central square housed the small pool (not recommended to swim in!)and moroccan interiors, breakfast table and lounge areas (cats and kitten galore stretching out in the mid-day lull and budgeries twittering away like they are locked in deep coversation) Two levels of balconies built up around the central square housed the individually designed rooms The design meant that everyone was facing into the centre. Riads are ridiculously sociable. Mornings were a constant stream of echoes and laughter wafting up and floating down from different rooms, all underneath the roof which was sadly covered but could have been left open so one could see the sky from the breakfast table. The roof was where we sunbathed and in the evenings sat down to drink all the Pink wine and gossip like washerwomen. 

The hustle and bustle of Marakesh is surprisingly intense. Maybe the memory of India has faded but Marakesh seemed tenfold in it's harassment on the senses. Peering down from the roof of Cafe De Francais in the main square, I could literally see Marakesh move and grow organically as the stalls and people multiplied and multiplied with the evening light approaching. 

It is a place of contradictions. A slap in the face for all your senses but like any where such as this, there is an order to the chaos and a certain way of approaching the contradictions. 

What We Did

Drank Moroccan Mint Tea at Place Ben Youssef and marveled at the beauty of the heavily tiled square.

Rode Camels in a very long line in the late afternoon and stopped at a small village for mint tea and pancakes where we found the most amazing straw hats made by a little old lady (which of course we bought and rode home in looking like cowboys, sitting backwards on our camels)

Spent two days lounging like lioness's and perving on the the young and in love families and their children at two equally beautiful hotels, La Maison Des Oliviers and Les Deux Tours. The first was my favourite. Like a pink palace with beautifully landscaped gardens and a cool lavender scented spa (where we got oily massages and felt like Queens) Rooms here are just 69 euros a night for a double and the hotel is 4*. I would highly recommend for anyone looking for a pure sun-break. Marakesh is cheap, flights are cheap and the hotels are unfathomably reasonable. I must also say that the service is really brilliant.

Wondered round the Souks and bought pure argon oil which may be good for my skin but smells like camel poo! Still I will use it regardless. With beauty comes pain.

Got grazed elbows by free falling down the water slides at Oasira  Water Park but it didn't matter as the rides gave us a high like no other and teamed with fizzy drinks, pizza and chips managed to cure our hangovers.

All of us will remember Marakesh forever as 5 days of laughter, bartering, rich tapestry, gleaming tiles and sweet mint tea. TAKE ME BACK.

Colouring In

A lipstick in a pencil?

Are you mad?

This little guy came in my suitcase to Marrakesh and let me tell you it was worth every penny! There are lots of shades to choose from but I opted for Lokhi which is a pinky coral. Applying it on my lips with a bit of Piz Buin lip screen over the top, the jolly shade stayed on all day. I love the idea of sharpening your lipstick! 

Get yours from Space NK or shop Nars Online.

Pssssssssssssssssssssst: Morrocan Photo's and story to come soon. 

White Spring

D'ya Know What SPRING?

SCREWWWW YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

I'm gona wear my white jeans even if I f***ing FREEZE to death.

(I actually feel as may have pneumonia)

Poloneck: Vanessa Bruno

White Jeans: Mango

Belt: Vintage

Boots: La Redoute

I need your help!

Today I am enlisting your help as I embark on a mission to try and conquer what I like to call my "Winter Skin". Dull and tired are not the words.... As Cheryl puts it so succinctly...

But in the absence of this....

What's a girl to do? What is the 411? What's the master plan, Kids? I know all about drinking your body weight in water, eating river loads of salmon and exfoliating with salts and oils. I'm up to my tiny ears with face creams and serums, balms, masks and remedies. What I am NOT so hot on is make up. I am just not a foundation girl and never have been. Bronzer is the furthest I have ventured and more recently a rather crappy BB cream. So give me your suggestions for the best foundations of ALL time EVER in the WORLD. I want glow, I want luminosity, I WANT TO BANISH THIS WINTER SKIN I'm in once and for all. (I also need to know whether I should get one of those foundation brushes)

Help a Charlie today.

Ordered

I've told you once and I'll tell you again!

DON'T GO ANYWHERE ELSE BUT THE ABSOLUTE ONE STOP SHOP FOR AMAZING SUEDE FOOTWEAR THAT IS..... (drums and trumpets please) bang-gang-tootdedooooooot- LA REDOUTE!

My favourite place to get comfortable, well made and WELL PRICED shoes. I am gathering quite the collection from this French catalogue. Watch out for the flash sales that happen ALL the time. Simply wait your time and items are pretty much always cut by up to 50% like my latest purchase above. Pay on their credit system and then simply return via a free courier if you don't like the item- A.B.C! So quite simply, you don't like, you don't pay and when you do you can do it in installments (if you need to)

Ohhhhh je t'aime La Redoute!

Get these boots HERE