<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435</id><updated>2011-10-02T19:48:57.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful rampage</title><subtitle type='html'>fairy photography, honey teacups, lace bows.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-4653238198804926628</id><published>2009-10-27T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T05:55:18.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen of Hearts plays croquet using hedgehogs and flamingos.</title><content type='html'>I feel slightly behind on my own life, there are so many things need doing and yet I can't find the time or will to do them, without rushing at least. I feel I have changed so much from the original purpose of this blog, my interests in photography has grown and my thoughts about fashion has changed. And although this blog will always be special to me, as it was my first, however, I think it will be easier to start a new one than change this one altogether.&lt;br /&gt;So please visit and support me on my new blog -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;http://bluebird-blossom.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my loving and patience;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-4653238198804926628?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/4653238198804926628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/10/queen-of-hearts-plays-croquet-using.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/4653238198804926628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/4653238198804926628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/10/queen-of-hearts-plays-croquet-using.html' title='The Queen of Hearts plays croquet using hedgehogs and flamingos.'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-3649178827849891663</id><published>2009-09-27T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T10:22:57.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the london fashion week post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sr-b2ql9UqI/AAAAAAAAAdY/n5IK5j7ax4M/s1600-h/LDNFW+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386195042807141026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sr-b2ql9UqI/AAAAAAAAAdY/n5IK5j7ax4M/s400/LDNFW+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow. Friday was amazing, it being my first fashion week, I had high expectations and luckily, I think it was even better. I felt a bit daunted, there was so many people, all of which were in skinny jeans, designer labels and had the longest legs I had ever seen, sort of snooty who I could tell were thinking 'why is that child here?' which I found a bit fustrating.  Most of the people were nice though, or at least smiled instead of sighed. And I loved just looking around, there was so many different styles, and I wished I was as fashionable and could carry off the looks which some people seemed to display effortlessly. The nicest person would have to be a cross-dressing man who I actually though was a women, he looked very classy, then of course he blew my Mother and I a kiss! Anyway, london fashion week was beautiful, both locations were lovely, especially summerset house which was all lit up later in the evening, although I found the strand more interesting, complete with its free-old-fashioned popcorn machine and little boothes for each brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sr-bUHAasvI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/QkgHN3I_GJU/s1600-h/page+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386194449138889458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sr-bUHAasvI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/QkgHN3I_GJU/s400/page+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tried on a beautiful little silk black dress with a little white peter pan collar, I had been after a dress like that for a while now and I tried it on and it fitted like a glove. I was very tempted to buy it, especially as it was reduced from 300 pounds to 45, and the sales assistant was very charming, but I didn't have enough money and although I was already in love with this dress by that point, I had to think realistically. Although the assistant took down my email adress and said the designer would email me as I think she was a little impress or intrigued to find a 13 year old at London Fashion Week with her heart set on attending St. Martins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sr-bE4mDj3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/3f02oMF7RJM/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386194187572186994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sr-bE4mDj3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/3f02oMF7RJM/s400/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The catwalk show, however was the best part and luckily my Mother and I got very good seats on the front row, my imagination was pretty much running wild by wondering if someone famous has sat in my space a few days ago. Anyway, like I was saying the show was truely great, it was my first ever proper fashion show and I didn't feel let down in the slightest, and far from it! The catwalk showed a selection of 'big shouldered' outfits, outfits with very dramatic prints and then collections from Manish Aurora, ( an amazing Indian designers who uses bright colours, and did my favourite outfit of the night, a black dress with a be-jewled parrot on the shoulder) and I also loved the Jaegar collection which was very effortless and french class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sr-a55k_ygI/AAAAAAAAAdA/_DIhg2-afpg/s1600-h/page+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386193998857619970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sr-a55k_ygI/AAAAAAAAAdA/_DIhg2-afpg/s400/page+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sr-avli3x3I/AAAAAAAAAc4/wqzPaNg_4v0/s1600-h/page+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386193821681305458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sr-avli3x3I/AAAAAAAAAc4/wqzPaNg_4v0/s400/page+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sr-aj9eQ3YI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ncpLhOpZNSo/s1600-h/page+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386193621945998722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sr-aj9eQ3YI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ncpLhOpZNSo/s400/page+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sr-ac7FB7SI/AAAAAAAAAco/kL4UVaFVrQQ/s1600-h/page+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386193501044206882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sr-ac7FB7SI/AAAAAAAAAco/kL4UVaFVrQQ/s400/page+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sr-aTEsdbDI/AAAAAAAAAcg/wsRi95gxgCM/s1600-h/page+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386193331826814002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sr-aTEsdbDI/AAAAAAAAAcg/wsRi95gxgCM/s400/page+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the evening was topped off by a private after-party in our own private (very posh!) hall at the Waldorf hotel with a glass of lovely champagne (my Mum did, not me). It was such a great evening and I hope that maybe I could have the pleasure of attending London Fashion Week next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How was your weekend, dear readers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love sophie xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-3649178827849891663?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/3649178827849891663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/09/london-fashion-week-post.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/3649178827849891663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/3649178827849891663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/09/london-fashion-week-post.html' title='the london fashion week post'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sr-b2ql9UqI/AAAAAAAAAdY/n5IK5j7ax4M/s72-c/LDNFW+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-7435769342638323986</id><published>2009-09-23T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:31:03.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine daises, butter mellow ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Srp05uJ4psI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8kEQ7sxS7qE/s1600-h/7718_1117056888607_1292542092_30301516_5581026_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384744839465707202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Srp05uJ4psI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8kEQ7sxS7qE/s400/7718_1117056888607_1292542092_30301516_5581026_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 Things I love about autumn -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long moody walks in parks, kicking up crisp leaves with the winter sun on my back - Wrapping myself in snug jumpers and socks, with blankets and hot chocolates with marshmellows and creame - The count down to christmas, I find it almost better than the actual christmas day - cozy knitwear - the bare trees against a grey sky, it looks like an intricate paper cutout - proper, traditional english roast dinners - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the possibilty of snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been trying to catch the last rays of summer in any spare minute of the day that I can spare, however I feel my tries have all been in vain as the weather seems to be alot colder and bleeker, which I guess is expected, living in England where its almost a/w all year round. So I've already switched over my wardrobe and got my boots out, which I have to say are rather snug compared to the pumps and sandals which I wore in the summer - hopefully no more blisters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know my posts haven't been the most detailed lately, partly due to me being very busy, sometimes I don't know how time passes so quickly. But I am guarenteeing a long post on friday and my Mum and I are heading down to The strand and Sumerset house for London Fashion Week! I'm really excited and have been following the week with a very close eye and I need help! -&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have no idea what I'm wearing yet, so all suggestions welcome!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lots of kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sophie xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-7435769342638323986?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/7435769342638323986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunshine-daises-butter-mellow.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/7435769342638323986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/7435769342638323986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunshine-daises-butter-mellow.html' title='sunshine daises, butter mellow ....'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Srp05uJ4psI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8kEQ7sxS7qE/s72-c/7718_1117056888607_1292542092_30301516_5581026_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-4058123442831994204</id><published>2009-09-03T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:36:34.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Itsy - Bity Spider went up the water spout ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SqqkN0pNrDI/AAAAAAAAAcA/DWk70Enf3ug/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380293262224239666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SqqkN0pNrDI/AAAAAAAAAcA/DWk70Enf3ug/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SqqeYjG9TVI/AAAAAAAAAbo/FkoCHr__hbs/s1600-h/moi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380286849425952082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SqqeYjG9TVI/AAAAAAAAAbo/FkoCHr__hbs/s320/moi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry (again) for the lack of posts - I've been really busy being back at school again. Anyway I've seemed to run out of places to do mildly interesting photo shoots, and it was too cold to go to a overgrown area of grass just down my road - so I decied to bring my camera down the the cellar, I do love it down there. It's basically a mess full of my Dad's unused DIY kits, boxes full of junk, lightbulbs, slightly sinicter looking soars hanging on the un-painted bricks, despite all this, the narrow little room under my house is rather cosy, and the pictures didn't turn out too bad either ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SqqeRsoQSwI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ROxfeZGo1PE/s1600-h/photo+shoot+1+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380286731722443522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SqqeRsoQSwI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ROxfeZGo1PE/s320/photo+shoot+1+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SqqcNPyNgTI/AAAAAAAAAbY/w4hjZyDmDBk/s1600-h/photo+shoot+1+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380284456236843314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SqqcNPyNgTI/AAAAAAAAAbY/w4hjZyDmDBk/s320/photo+shoot+1+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;(the navy dress is from a uniqlo sale, a bargain five pounds (!!!), my Mum's vintage Pied A Terre cardigan, and the usual pearls which I seem to feel naked without and of course my very much loved lace up heeled black booties)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SqqbfKft_kI/AAAAAAAAAbI/36p0Ug-Ge60/s1600-h/photo+shoot+1+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380283664543120962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SqqbfKft_kI/AAAAAAAAAbI/36p0Ug-Ge60/s320/photo+shoot+1+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hasn't been the most detailed blog post but there should be some good ones soon, I'm planning to do something to do with london fashion week, there's also another Anita's vintage fashion fair coming up and I should be going to Camden in a couple of weeks time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope your weeks were a little better than mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, to finish off here are a few little drawings of mine, they're a little pixelated, thats me trying to make them bigger actually on the post rough, but it didn't seem to work, however if you click on the pictures they should enlarge and become a bit clearer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au reviour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SqqUYcV7MZI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Gs-EWHZZ5rM/s1600-h/img009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380275852493402514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SqqUYcV7MZI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Gs-EWHZZ5rM/s320/img009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SqqUJ6qSZzI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4kVsoeAYNd4/s1600-h/img012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380275602933835570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SqqUJ6qSZzI/AAAAAAAAAa4/4kVsoeAYNd4/s320/img012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SqqTjQnYUSI/AAAAAAAAAaw/e1F-A27szpg/s1600-h/img010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380274938812322082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SqqTjQnYUSI/AAAAAAAAAaw/e1F-A27szpg/s320/img010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SqqTWjU4FEI/AAAAAAAAAao/DdTL3SX3iPo/s1600-h/img011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380274720496686146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 413px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SqqTWjU4FEI/AAAAAAAAAao/DdTL3SX3iPo/s320/img011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-4058123442831994204?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/4058123442831994204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/09/itsy-bity-spider-went-up-water-spout.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/4058123442831994204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/4058123442831994204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/09/itsy-bity-spider-went-up-water-spout.html' title='Itsy - Bity Spider went up the water spout ...'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SqqkN0pNrDI/AAAAAAAAAcA/DWk70Enf3ug/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-2574009034380612558</id><published>2009-09-01T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:46:56.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she had nothing but the red baloon. and then that too, perished.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpzrntA0_eI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cWKDrJn8LIE/s1600-h/summer+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376431122504023522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpzrntA0_eI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cWKDrJn8LIE/s320/summer+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpzrKqvTA-I/AAAAAAAAAaI/jUZX0VRIIvU/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376430623677416418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpzrKqvTA-I/AAAAAAAAAaI/jUZX0VRIIvU/s320/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Spzqib7hW8I/AAAAAAAAAaA/pBJgmq2bRjI/s1600-h/page+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376429932507388866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Spzqib7hW8I/AAAAAAAAAaA/pBJgmq2bRjI/s320/page+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;- wearing zara green jersey as a dress, stockings found at the bottom of my draws, belt used to be my Mum's, hair bow was a birthday pressie and collar is actually lace crop top -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been meaning to do a post all week however, the days have gone by and my blog seemed empty, doesn't the summer go so quicky, I've been busy trying to get my self oranized and finish re-decorating my room, which although isn't completley done, I am quite happy with the results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have also found a retro polariod camera, it used to be my Dad's and he's only just decided to tell me about it, it was in storage for a little more than twenty years and I was quite suprised that it was still working and that there is still film inside. Although the pictures I took came out with already-exposed edges, I am really happy with it, I just hope that they still sell the film now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still haven't got my old brownie working though! ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 things that made me smile today -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - watching the sun go down outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - having strawberries dipped in chocolate sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - visiting an antique store and realizing they actually do a little bit of vintage clothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - laughing until we cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 - recieving a late, but lovely non-the less birthday card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How was your bank holiday monday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-2574009034380612558?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/2574009034380612558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-had-nothing-but-red-baloon-and-then.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/2574009034380612558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/2574009034380612558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-had-nothing-but-red-baloon-and-then.html' title='she had nothing but the red baloon. and then that too, perished.'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpzrntA0_eI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cWKDrJn8LIE/s72-c/summer+075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-8281066700397295671</id><published>2009-08-25T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T04:42:35.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vampire amongst zombies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpPJW1NU5iI/AAAAAAAAAZo/akmyt3rvXOc/s1600-h/vintage+collage+brick+lane+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373860174460413474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpPJW1NU5iI/AAAAAAAAAZo/akmyt3rvXOc/s320/vintage+collage+brick+lane+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was ment to do this post a few days ago but me being very unorganized, I've somehow managed to be a bit behind schedule. The other day I (and my Mum) headed to the area of Brick Lane to see the Rankin exhibiton. For those who don't know, he's a famous photographer. At first I didn't realize how many nude shots he had done but I loved seeing his shots of the many celebrities he had photogrpaher - from Jarvis Cooker to Kate Moss, Hugh Grant, Keria Knightly, Daniel Craig, Britney and Lindsay Lohans recent cover shots for Elle Magazine. I think I like Rankin so much is that his photographs are simple, with plain backgrounds and no really showbiz glitz but they are still really effective, especially the close ups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also managed to meet him and rather shyly we had a small conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I couldn't resist going into a few shops, especailly all of the vintage botiques around Cheshire Street which I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpPJSasUffI/AAAAAAAAAZg/0QRfteA0iJA/s1600-h/rankin+live+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373860098623176178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpPJSasUffI/AAAAAAAAAZg/0QRfteA0iJA/s320/rankin+live+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I limited myself to two beautiful pieces. The first is a off-white coloured cardigan with lace, bow and pearl beads detailing, I just love how its so detailed and pretty. Its from the laden showroom, on of my favourite shops where, whenever I go to brick lane, I always buy something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other item is a vintage white cricket sweater from beyond retro, I've been after one for a while and was actually debating buying my school cricket jumper that all the boys have to have but this vintage one - with its cute little buttons - is way better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both of the pictures look so much better in real life, its hard to properly photograph something thats really pale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373862856798302178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpPLy9sg7-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/4owGe9ak4gc/s320/the+laden+showroom+cardigan+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373859906573752226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpPJHPQK16I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5DGfSAKc6D4/s320/beyond+retro+knit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, thank you so much to everyone who commented on my last post, I appreciate every word and to Jazz in particular, you can find her amazing blog &lt;a href="http://jazzlovesyoumore.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. She did this great picture of me and I really want to say thanks for taking time to draw me and I'm really flattered!&lt;a href="http://jazzlovesyoumore.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373860349954841058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpPJhC-dWeI/AAAAAAAAAZw/p7vgmCT8CZk/s320/PICTURE+OF+ME+X.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again, I know this hasn't been the most fashion-filled post but I am planning to do a photo shoot soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How was your weekend?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sophie xxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-8281066700397295671?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/8281066700397295671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/08/vampire-amongst-zombies.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/8281066700397295671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/8281066700397295671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/08/vampire-amongst-zombies.html' title='A vampire amongst zombies.'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpPJW1NU5iI/AAAAAAAAAZo/akmyt3rvXOc/s72-c/vintage+collage+brick+lane+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-6598938321496102982</id><published>2009-08-22T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T15:10:45.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No place for a paper doll.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpBg2E0rG9I/AAAAAAAAAYY/0vP2dRzn4U4/s1600-h/love+it+xxxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372900837576874962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpBg2E0rG9I/AAAAAAAAAYY/0vP2dRzn4U4/s400/love+it+xxxx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brighton has to be one of my favourite places, and with lovely weather, it was an amazing day out. I spent most of my time inside the quirky shops, which are found in the Lanes, I love them because of their uniqueness, you can only get those types of things in Brighton.&lt;br /&gt;I spent nearly an hour and a half trecking round a shop which originally I though was full of 'junk' - they had vintage playboy issues, boxes full of old photographs (wish I did love) and every single episode of friends on video tapes. But, I found too many vintage/retro treasures and it because one of my favourite shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372900759171389410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpBgxgvWV-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/azZevE-kQ_k/s400/vintage+shop+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpBgtu0x39I/AAAAAAAAAYI/shKNuT77X2g/s1600-h/vintage+shop+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372900694232784850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpBgtu0x39I/AAAAAAAAAYI/shKNuT77X2g/s400/vintage+shop+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't buy anything but came close to buying a white lace blouse and a cameo necklace but then decided against it because although both items were under 10 pounds, the blouse didn't fit and wasn't in great condition and I already have my share of cameo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpBgoSxb6KI/AAAAAAAAAYA/M8usKvDV8_s/s1600-h/yummy+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372900600803223714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpBgoSxb6KI/AAAAAAAAAYA/M8usKvDV8_s/s400/yummy+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I visited my favourite fudge shop, and bought 200 grams of delicious, fresh vanilla fudge (I'm trying to eat all naughty food before I get my braces on monday!) and then had a coffe in a sweet cafe called 'inside out'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpBgjwN8B3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/YetPV7ILLic/s1600-h/mad+hatters+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372900522808051570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpBgjwN8B3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/YetPV7ILLic/s400/mad+hatters+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After visiting a few more shops, one including a hat shop and a party shop we decided to go up to the pier where of course I spend many 2p's in the arcade and couldn't resisit going down the helter-skelter which I always used to do as a little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Settled on the beach, and had the classic Brighton meal of fish and chips before running away because really large sea gulls were coming a bit too close for my liking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpBgcIPBsYI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ekUB6Wv86qo/s1600-h/pier+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372900391816114562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpBgcIPBsYI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ekUB6Wv86qo/s400/pier+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a very fashion-filled post but I am heading to the relm of vintage tomorrow (Cheshire Street &amp;amp; Brick Lane) to spend some birthday money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second of all -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been tagged by the lovely Laura of buttonsandribbons.blogspot.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372912135365797074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpBrHsXdJNI/AAAAAAAAAYo/iKQMmVIdgrg/s320/award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here are 10 facts about me -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 - I am scared of growing up. Sometimes I wish I could actually join Peter Pan in Never Never Land and stay a child. I think the prospect of age and responsability is too daughting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 - I prefer night to day, I always feel more inspired and awake at night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 - I scream whenever I see a spider. Period.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4 - I never really thought I would be the type of person who would end up having a blog - and a successful one at that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 - Unlike most people my age, I love old bands such as David Bowie, the Who, the Smiths, the Clash, Blur and so the list goes on ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6 - I'm a real nerd for photography.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7 - Right now I'm in my living room eating popcorn (like I always do), blogging whilst watching little miss Sunshine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8 - I'm planning to write to Vivienne Westwood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9 - I'm considered a shy girl and I barely speak to people who I don't know but as soon as you get to know me I can't stop talking!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10 - As a child, I believed in faires and I think that a part of me still does!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, so now for the tagging -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am going to tag Roz of clothes cameras and coffee, rosa of j'adore mode and sadie from sadies wardrobe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toodle Pip - Sophie xxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-6598938321496102982?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/6598938321496102982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-place-for-paper-doll.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/6598938321496102982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/6598938321496102982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-place-for-paper-doll.html' title='No place for a paper doll.'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpBg2E0rG9I/AAAAAAAAAYY/0vP2dRzn4U4/s72-c/love+it+xxxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-7964109039617316494</id><published>2009-08-20T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:27:36.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All of us are lost in darkness. Dreamers lern to steer by the stars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372111167889931906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/So2SpP_8_oI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/aUcY5-tw_Mk/s400/birthday+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I started the summer with 8 weeks, to me 8 weeks of joy. Those 8 weeks have somehow transofromed into two weeks, though joyful non the less. School already seems around the corner and with the sun behind a cloud - winter seems a lot closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my usual late teenage start today and decided what better way to start the day with a peice of leftover birthday cake and a cup of hot tea?&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to sneak spoonfuls of delicious golden syrup throughout the day, I'm not sure what I love more - the sweet taste or the rich colour which makes patterns when you let it dribble off the spoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372112900710234274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/So2UOHQgeKI/AAAAAAAAAXo/xnZ8vBSe2pE/s400/collage,+camera,+and+golden+syrup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Today wasn't entirly wasted, however.&lt;br /&gt;I went out to the high street and watched the world go bye for fifteen minutes before deciding to do a charity shop raid, I purchased a dogtooth top which was originally from wharehouse for under 4 pounds which was good value for a top in its condition. I'll save it to show you for a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;My Mum maid my sister and I do our chores which I didn't mind too much, all I had to do was organize our photo albums and whilst doing so I found a 'Brownie six-20 camera, model C made by kodak limited'. It's a huge chunky retro thing the size of a brick and had a musky leather scent which I love. It was my great grandads camera from around 70 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm determind to get it working because, acording to my Dad, its results are stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime - heres some of my vintage finds including the cream 1920s styled hat with bow detailing and of course the lilac dress with the fur (scarf?) which I found in a box of my Mums - she still doesn't know I've taken it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/So2UBBHABlI/AAAAAAAAAXg/b5z3QpJ5Tz4/s1600-h/1920s+lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372112675721446994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/So2UBBHABlI/AAAAAAAAAXg/b5z3QpJ5Tz4/s400/1920s+lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/So2Tymca_cI/AAAAAAAAAXY/wZqee7YWzTQ/s1600-h/vintage+threesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372112428045368770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/So2Tymca_cI/AAAAAAAAAXY/wZqee7YWzTQ/s400/vintage+threesome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Au reviour lovelies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sophie xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-7964109039617316494?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/7964109039617316494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-of-us-are-lost-in-darkness-dreamers.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/7964109039617316494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/7964109039617316494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-of-us-are-lost-in-darkness-dreamers.html' title='All of us are lost in darkness. Dreamers lern to steer by the stars.'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/So2SpP_8_oI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/aUcY5-tw_Mk/s72-c/birthday+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-8322982385076361938</id><published>2009-08-17T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:18:27.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SonFTYFX0nI/AAAAAAAAAWY/eY1hf8J_ntU/s1600-h/food+and+bunting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371040967289197170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SonFTYFX0nI/AAAAAAAAAWY/eY1hf8J_ntU/s400/food+and+bunting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my birthday was yesterday but I was a bit too busy to do a blog post on the actual day, so I'm taking the time today. It was a pretty early start, I guess my excitement was my alarm clock, I woke up the household which was followed by opening my pressies.&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit spoiled - a white wrought metal manikin which was beautifully detailed, its already covered in my jewelery and vintage hat, two DvDs (vicky christina barcelona, which I have already watched three times and Audrey Hepburn's 'how to steal a million'). I also got some lace tights, catch kidson floral tissues (?) loads of keyrings, charms and other rather random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the morning was spent making cakes and decorating our garden, with the bunting which took my mother and I three hours to make, and then we had my birthday bbq where all of my family (oh and next door neighbors!). It was lovely, and the weather even turned out to be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SonFKxJovnI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/TW1FIEpXoFo/s1600-h/love+it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371040819399147122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SonFKxJovnI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/TW1FIEpXoFo/s400/love+it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry about the bottom right picture (above), I finally lost it and exploded into an official giddy teenager ditz.&lt;br /&gt;Also, my cousin told me that I share the same birthday as Madonna, so happy birthday Madge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you lovlies spend augusut the 16th?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371060243850679666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SonW1a3xVXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/5_80MUNAy3o/s400/my+award!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Also, thankyou to FinieRamos for giving me my first blog award! x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-8322982385076361938?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/8322982385076361938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-post.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/8322982385076361938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/8322982385076361938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-post.html' title='The Birthday Post.'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SonFTYFX0nI/AAAAAAAAAWY/eY1hf8J_ntU/s72-c/food+and+bunting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-3603237876663940986</id><published>2009-08-13T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T01:19:42.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some like it hot</title><content type='html'>Home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;After three weeks of lolling in the swimming pool and sun (yes! sun!) and putting my [very bad] spanish speaking skills to practice, it feels a little odd to be back in my room, munching and popcorn and typing this wheras a few hours ago I was eating tapas. Lots of tapas. As well as paella, parmier biscuits and warm chorus dipped in lovely cafe con leches. I'm craving them already. I guess I didn't waiste all my time - some of my precious spanish hours were spend going to a midnight fiesta, watching madesgar 2 in spanish in a park and going shopping, well you could call it shopping but the only shops around are ... hmm ... for slightly older people. My lazier days were suplied by countless magazines (i.e. teen vouge, elle, instyle, two issues of look and glamour) as well as Sylvia's Plaths, the bell jar, slightly disturbing but amazing non the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiday blues have already got to me but not for much longer as its my birthday on sunday!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my BIRTHDAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um heres a few pictures (out of the 70) that I took in spain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SoSS914OaNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/7PK7xVNGUAo/s1600-h/spain+09+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369578246865053906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SoSS914OaNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/7PK7xVNGUAo/s400/spain+09+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SoSSHN-RHKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/dLhlbgstUbc/s1600-h/spain+09+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369577308440042658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SoSSHN-RHKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/dLhlbgstUbc/s400/spain+09+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SoSRktIRl_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/IvNoTi6q5Xs/s1600-h/spain+09+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369576715508094962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SoSRktIRl_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/IvNoTi6q5Xs/s400/spain+09+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SoSQ-Md-TnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/lmvi-hK-7LE/s1600-h/spain+09+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369576053905706610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SoSQ-Md-TnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/lmvi-hK-7LE/s400/spain+09+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankyou all for the great comments - I will get round to visiting your blogs but coming home to 330 emails, it may take me a while to get slightly organized!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophie xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-3603237876663940986?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/3603237876663940986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-like-it-hot_13.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/3603237876663940986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/3603237876663940986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-like-it-hot_13.html' title='some like it hot'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SoSS914OaNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/7PK7xVNGUAo/s72-c/spain+09+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-6035216698463129713</id><published>2009-07-20T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T03:14:13.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness hit her like a train on a track</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 things that made me smile today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 - they played 'this charming man' in starbuck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 - the sun was shining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 - watching the world go bye in kensington gardens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 - the most lovely comments I've ever recieved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 - Seeing a butterfly. (that sounds kind of soppy!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360622563053377890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SmTB0b29mWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nlIQExsqRIY/s400/la+di+dum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sun shining. Double decker red bus. Dragging my Mum to Kensington. No time for Portabello. Popped into urban outfitters. Love that shop. Fell in love with everything. I mean everything. Tried on a cute grey dress but decided against it as have already somehow managed to spend almost all of my money. Hat nearly blew away. Got some starbucks. Went and sat on the sun loungers by the lake in Kensington gardens. Ran away when the man came over (we had to pay to sit on the sun loungers). Got more starbucks. Forgot sunglasses - hence the squinting. Went into American Apparel. Left american apparel. Truthfully, I find it rather boring in there. Got the bus back. Got an ice cream. Went home and ended up watching breakfast at Tiffanies and Roman Holiday back to back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm too lazy to even write in full sentences, whoops!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just wanted to say thankyou for the lovely lovely comments and the advice on how to tag, I think I understand it all now. Also, some of your '50s film star names' are pretty fantastic!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How was your monday?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sophie xxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is probably the last post before I leave for the slightly sunnier land of Spain for three weeks - hopefully I will come back with a bit of a tan and lovely pictures to show you all! x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-6035216698463129713?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/6035216698463129713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/07/happiness-hit-her-like-train-on-track.html#comment-form' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/6035216698463129713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/6035216698463129713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/07/happiness-hit-her-like-train-on-track.html' title='Happiness hit her like a train on a track'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SmTB0b29mWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nlIQExsqRIY/s72-c/la+di+dum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-4168994136721049091</id><published>2009-07-18T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:48:09.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a sour cherry cake ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SmIXhFN13cI/AAAAAAAAAVY/T2Mgo7pmd4M/s1600-h/um+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359872363627666882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SmIXhFN13cI/AAAAAAAAAVY/T2Mgo7pmd4M/s400/um+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; This has been one of those days where everything you think is about to go wrong goes right, really right. First of all, I woke up to find I had ten (yes, ten!) comments on my previous post, and they were all so lovely and made me smile like an idiot. Can I just mention that you all have amazing, unique, cute blogs too!I went to my Grandad's house today, had a swim in his pool (and showed of my new, kooky bikini), and then I played croquet with my sister and her friend. And no, I did not play it with hedgehogs and flamingos and yell 'off with her head!' the whole time. However I have discovered that I am the worst croquet player in all history and that I am a danger when holding one of the bat, sticky things. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359871983648464274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SmIXK9rvXZI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/AM8P8tr5E6M/s400/um+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another lovely thing is that I found a dress in my attic which I was imidiatly drawn to because it was retro, floral and above all, granny-ish. Turns out it was a dress my Mum wore when she was a bridesmaid when she was around my age. I tried it on and it looked ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359865391880891634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SmIRLRb4bPI/AAAAAAAAAVI/wC6LBthgnG0/s400/um+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I've changed the neckline and made it shorter - with my trusty, orange fabric scissors and now it looks a little less garish and very cute with a my polka-dot heels, a belt,  pearls and a hair bow! It makes me feel like I'm a grandma from the 50s, in a good way of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359865072069114338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SmIQ4qCz-eI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Hb9LiSL1rlY/s400/um+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keeping with the 50s theme, Heres a little something for you to feast on,&lt;br /&gt;My 50s film-star name is&lt;br /&gt;Rose-Mary Burrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet you’ll never find out how I worked that out.&lt;br /&gt;(your Mum/Dad’s name and the first street/road you lived on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would your names be? x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359864655340738818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SmIQgZnBmQI/AAAAAAAAAU4/vzIEk_XaoeI/s400/um+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, another thing I forgot to mention earlier ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to cut the shorts which I wore in the previous post as all of you guys think they're great anyway and I don't want to spoil them if I accidently cut the wrong part - which, knowing me, I would do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, how do you tag or be tagged because I would really like to tag a few bloggers who I love and also I love answeing questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another one of my geeky secrets ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soph xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-4168994136721049091?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/4168994136721049091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-sour-cherry-cake.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/4168994136721049091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/4168994136721049091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-sour-cherry-cake.html' title='Like a sour cherry cake ...'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SmIXhFN13cI/AAAAAAAAAVY/T2Mgo7pmd4M/s72-c/um+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-8324705135191906491</id><published>2009-07-17T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:06:14.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the warlrus. full stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SmDXEcYa6oI/AAAAAAAAAUg/yteOQakKOqg/s1600-h/stuff+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359520027908958850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SmDXEcYa6oI/AAAAAAAAAUg/yteOQakKOqg/s400/stuff+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend gave me these shorts/skirts, I took them out of her closet and said 'oooooh' - I was drawn to the white and blue stripes. She said it was her old school skirt, that was when I blushed but she decided to give it to me. It turns out it wasn't a skirt but a pair of humungous shorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look like a clown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But whoever said looking like a clown was bad had obviously never looked like a clown before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because looking like a clown is fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I might cut off the bottom bit so they are just baggy, cosy, airy, stripey shorts instead of swamping me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359520646633114498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SmDXodTwS4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/Uxsh8TAGCrQ/s400/stuff+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most played songs on my IPod:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if there is something - roxy music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gold lion - yeah yeah yeahs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;baba o ' riely - the who&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vlad the impaler - kasabian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MGMT - electric feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;five years - david bowie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iggy Pop - the passenger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ex lion-tamer - wire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my delirium - ladyhawke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the smiths - the boy with the thorn in his side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sophie xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-8324705135191906491?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/8324705135191906491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-warlrus-full-stop.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/8324705135191906491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/8324705135191906491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-warlrus-full-stop.html' title='I am the warlrus. full stop.'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SmDXEcYa6oI/AAAAAAAAAUg/yteOQakKOqg/s72-c/stuff+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-1642422062233819207</id><published>2009-07-16T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T07:47:36.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a child and your full grown.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sl854NQUXbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/BIdqU6IvnaE/s1600-h/summer+hols+blogging+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359065719387741618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sl854NQUXbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/BIdqU6IvnaE/s400/summer+hols+blogging+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always quite liked big, old, detailed rustic keys, maybe its because they hold the possibility of unlocking a forgotten charm or some other deep, slightly hippie-ish meaning. In my cellar (which is my favourite place for rumaging), I found a small box full of old keys. Wasn't exactly what I was looking for but it isn't everyday where you decided to find a big, old, detailed, rustic key in your cellar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359064693856534578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sl848g2oADI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/aADhbaK_uTo/s400/summer+hols+blogging+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tied the biggest, most interesting key onto some ribbon and there you go - my pathetic attempt to do *something* on a hot day ment for laziness in the garden and sucking on multiple ice lollies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sl84mJijaMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/p--IKS267wA/s1600-h/summer+hols+blogging+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359064309641210050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sl84mJijaMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/p--IKS267wA/s400/summer+hols+blogging+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This jumper is the comfied thing know to man kind which was a lucky buy from the topshop sale in oxford street yesturday. I was ment to be in that area for a dentist appointment but I couldn't help but wonder into topshop - accidently of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a nice day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophie xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-1642422062233819207?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/1642422062233819207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-just-child-and-your-full-grown.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/1642422062233819207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/1642422062233819207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-just-child-and-your-full-grown.html' title='I&apos;m just a child and your full grown.'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sl854NQUXbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/BIdqU6IvnaE/s72-c/summer+hols+blogging+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-3094767900141224175</id><published>2009-07-12T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:21:05.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know when something is really serious and you really shouldn't even snigger - well, thats when I laugh the hardest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SluIUQb7_CI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ymzRjs4_KzY/s1600-h/summer+hols+blogging+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358026063278242850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SluIUQb7_CI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ymzRjs4_KzY/s400/summer+hols+blogging+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; So very tired. Still, what a nice way to start the summer holidays! I've been practising my teenage traits by going to bed at 2.30 in the morning and waking up at midday. Well, I would of woken up at midday but the problem is that I set my alarm for 8.30 in the morning to go on a trick to petticote and brick lane, hence the tiredness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To tell the truth I was a little dissapointed with petticote lane - it was just cheap crap - however there was one decent stall and I got a bargain nautical dress for a tener!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358025769769546258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SluIDLCAshI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ODOoJyZ3JCQ/s400/summer+hols+blogging+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brick lane, on the other hand. was pretty amazing. For starters, the atmosphere was great and there were some really funky (yes I do still say funky) people around. I spent two hours in rough trade which is this amazing vinyl store - I just love the music mixed with the bright, crazy covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad decided to treat me and bought me this nautical catsuite which I had just about fallen in love with. Big time. I was almost crying out of joy when I tried it on - its vintage and nautical - they are two of my main obsessions! I also bagged a bowler hat for 18 pounds which is quite good seeing as most i tried on were around 50 pounds which was a huge rip off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358025090497889554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SluHbojBxRI/AAAAAAAAATw/NgjTCoM9AjU/s400/summer+hols+blogging+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to go to beyond retro because that was the main reason I really wanted to go in the first place - and I was, quite frankly, blown away by the rainbow of vintage underskirts pinned to the ceiling! I didn't buy anything and I only spent ten minutes in there because I needed to pick my little sister up form school but I really really need to go back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, a good day, no school for almost eight weeks, the sun was shining and I had quenched my nautical thirst for a day or two. Maybe just a day ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soph xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-3094767900141224175?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/3094767900141224175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-know-when-something-is-really.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/3094767900141224175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/3094767900141224175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-know-when-something-is-really.html' title='You know when something is really serious and you really shouldn&apos;t even snigger - well, thats when I laugh the hardest'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SluIUQb7_CI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ymzRjs4_KzY/s72-c/summer+hols+blogging+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-1881516441407899210</id><published>2009-07-05T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:25:01.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theres a light which never goes out</title><content type='html'>Hey lady, are my faded ripped up shorts, my grandma perals and my layred crops too much for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is what I was saying in my head to my fith dirty-looker but decided to not say it to her face as it would probably become a shouting war (I like to shout!) and then I would draw even more attention to mysefl -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, heres what I wore today in the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SlEXParaW4I/AAAAAAAAATI/wWFd1J9eAf8/s1600-h/mocking+bird+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355086985547111298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SlEXParaW4I/AAAAAAAAATI/wWFd1J9eAf8/s400/mocking+bird+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SlEWgVC-95I/AAAAAAAAATA/OP7kNtQRhiU/s1600-h/mocking+bird+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355086176581515154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SlEWgVC-95I/AAAAAAAAATA/OP7kNtQRhiU/s400/mocking+bird+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SlEWgItBJCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/EbHsPGp-s5M/s1600-h/mocking+bird+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355086173268157474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SlEWgItBJCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/EbHsPGp-s5M/s400/mocking+bird+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SlEVx0CizGI/AAAAAAAAASw/sxnRbQ5TY7g/s1600-h/mocking+bird+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355085377447316578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SlEVx0CizGI/AAAAAAAAASw/sxnRbQ5TY7g/s400/mocking+bird+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes I spent like three hours reading to kill a mocking bird and listeing to my parents Ziggy Stardust and Hunky Dory albums on our turntable at full volume and only went out for my usual chocolate cream frappachino from starbucks. I decided to dress down (for me) and went for oversized faded, torn up shorts, vest top with my lace and gingham crops ontop and my mums netty white cardigan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you had a more productive , but equally as nice, weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soph xx &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-1881516441407899210?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/1881516441407899210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-light-which-never-goes-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/1881516441407899210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/1881516441407899210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-light-which-never-goes-out.html' title='Theres a light which never goes out'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SlEXParaW4I/AAAAAAAAATI/wWFd1J9eAf8/s72-c/mocking+bird+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-1138856780522108272</id><published>2009-07-02T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:20:13.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A kiss with a fit is better than none.</title><content type='html'>Good evening my darlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you have probably guessed from my opening sentance that I am a little hyper which is odd seeing as I have had a pretty crap day. Some friends are really upset at the moment and there has been a lot of crying, hugging and general awkwardness at school and I felt pretty depressed but now my happiness that we actually have sun in England has caught up with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last post, (I sound like I'm writing an essay), I did promise a photoshoot of my party outfit and pressents but as I can't be bothered and I don't think that you guys really care, I am lazily breaking my pathetic oath. Heat makes me lazy, blame the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered my creative side. Well actually I already have a creative side, art and descriptive writing are my only strong points, I guess I have found another side of my creative side. Confusing, huh?&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered that I can be let alone with a pair of scissors and my Mum's old floral longsleeves top and not make a complete mess of things - which for me is rare. I remember when I was camping and someone tried to teach me to juggle, that person came home with alot of brusies, come to think of it so did I but I'm going off subject ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mum is 'spring cleaning' and was just about to throw out loads of her old clothes but me, being a cheapskate, wanted to rumpage around for a new wardrobe than spending my birthday money on new clothes as I quite like the feeling of being rich! - forty pounds to me IS rich!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't find much, sadly, but I did find this pink and white floral top, I really liked the pattern on it but it had longsleeves with a different pattern on which I absolutly hated. Without properly thinking it through I cut off the sleeves and after admiring my handy-work, I tried on my new-short-sleeved top.&lt;br /&gt;It's a little on the big side but looks good tucked into my vintage red-polka dotted shorts. I must say I looked like a 50s pin-up girl (in a good way though as I like vintage/retro pin-up girls) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353969995498743970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sk0fWCfNaKI/AAAAAAAAASY/wKvj9on13R0/s400/photo+shoot+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, (who I actually did my party with) - shes called Amalie by the way and I love her lots - in a non-lesbian way of course .... Well, Amalie always wears tops as skirts, her excuse is that she needs more skirts! So I tried her technique and decided that the floral top looks alot better as a high-waised pencil skirts.&lt;br /&gt;I even wore it today, without tights, although I would wear it out with tights (probably white tights), and I was shocked about how pale my legs were. I guess thats one of the cons about being 'ginger'. Need to buy some subtle fake-tan. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sk0fWzWEzMI/AAAAAAAAASo/NXq3olsjmNE/s1600-h/photo+shoot+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353970008613768386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sk0fWzWEzMI/AAAAAAAAASo/NXq3olsjmNE/s400/photo+shoot+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sk0fWgQ0RLI/AAAAAAAAASg/8rJAevR0P1Q/s1600-h/photo+shoot+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353970003491439794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sk0fWgQ0RLI/AAAAAAAAASg/8rJAevR0P1Q/s400/photo+shoot+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so maybe I'm not totally lazy, I think I can manage a discription of my favourite pressies. Or maybe I just want to boast about them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favourites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- if any of you who read are fans of paramore - you may think about how much I was screaming, jumping, crying, smiling, looking like a retard, when I got a paramore hat. And not just any paramore hat - you know the one that Hayle wears in 'decode'? (of course you don't know - no one has even heard of paramore), its that! a.k.a. a deep-purple cable-knit beanie hat with a bobble ontop, with a cute paramore label to finsish it off! Thankyou Ella x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I've been wanting a necklace from topshop for ages now - its a three-in-one chain from topshop with a swallow, horse and key pendant - but I always put it down when I got in the pay-cheque because I thought eight pounds was too much for a necklace when I am always broke and even one pound makes me feel lucky! But I got it and I wear it with EVERYTHING! yay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I also got a really cute heart-shaped chalk-board complete with crayola (!!!) dust-free (!!!) coloured (!!!) chalks! I think this pressent is so sweet and I'm trying to get everyone to sign it - the problem is, I don't really want to write on the board and then spoil it - this is how pathetic I am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Finally, wow. I love wierd, old music - like the Who, David Bowie, etc. I love the Smiths too. Quick Smiths lesson - morrisey was the lead singer who liked to wear geek glasses, hearing aids and flowers in his back pocket and their music and lyrics was so quirky and amazing - check out 'this charming man' and 'theres a light which never goes out'. Anyway, someone got me a photography book about them and it's amazing. I've already read it dry like five times! And I am going to scan in some of my favourite pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have written too much. again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope your all enjoying the good weather while it lasts, apparently its ment to rain tommorrow :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XXX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-1138856780522108272?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/1138856780522108272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/07/kiss-with-fit-is-better-than-none.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/1138856780522108272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/1138856780522108272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/07/kiss-with-fit-is-better-than-none.html' title='A kiss with a fit is better than none.'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sk0fWCfNaKI/AAAAAAAAASY/wKvj9on13R0/s72-c/photo+shoot+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-57228896534440460</id><published>2009-06-26T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:33:19.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>toothpaste kisses and heart-shaped bruises. I'll be yours and you'll be mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SkUhZTaPUjI/AAAAAAAAARY/2vFAPkUNU3Y/s1600-h/509398135_9b18f58fce_m%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351720450790478386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SkUhZTaPUjI/AAAAAAAAARY/2vFAPkUNU3Y/s400/509398135_9b18f58fce_m%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You all must feel very upset and abandoned right now as I have taken away your oh-so-importantly-lovely luxury of my proper blog posts, I must sincerley apologize, (not). Well, I mean I am apologizing, I just don't think that anyone would really be so involved with my pathetic blog - I guess I'm kind of selfish about it, I started the blog to have my own little piece of the internet rather than having loads of comments, followers, etc and the blog becoming 'famous'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't done many proper posts lately, I guess I've had a lot of drama at school recnetly and hasn't really found the time or energy to do an outfit post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my party tommorrow - the huge circus-themed 60 people invited disco, ravey thing that I have probably been rambling and boring you about for like the past two months but I am very excited. And I promise that this weekend - I will post loads of pictures and give you a full review of the party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-57228896534440460?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/57228896534440460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/06/toothpaste-kisses-and-heart-shaped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/57228896534440460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/57228896534440460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/06/toothpaste-kisses-and-heart-shaped.html' title='toothpaste kisses and heart-shaped bruises. I&apos;ll be yours and you&apos;ll be mine.'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SkUhZTaPUjI/AAAAAAAAARY/2vFAPkUNU3Y/s72-c/509398135_9b18f58fce_m%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-1534539724704866140</id><published>2009-06-21T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:44:40.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vintage affairs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy. Happy happy happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;It really is, even though the sky is grey. Again.&lt;br /&gt;Life is especially wonderful when you have a new vintage piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fashion-packed (god that sounds cheesey) weekend! I was a bit bummed on saturday when a boy cancelled on me. Again. But then after some desperate retail-therepy with a friend, I managed to cheer up as I found perfect shoes for my party - ie. white heels with red polka dots and a red bow at the front.&lt;br /&gt;Then, it got better. For starters, it didn't rain today. And although its Father's day, me and my Mum managed to sneek out so she could take me to a vintage fashion fair she was read about in her magazine. I think it was called something like 'Anita's vintage fashion fair' and you should really check it out because I think its travelling around London at the moment and its amazing. I was almost faint from the many stalls selling clothes that date back to the late 1800's! I tried on some amazing navy shoes with leather bows on from the 40s and they fitted quite well, although they were very hard as they hadn't been worn in lots of year and the insides were slightly falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I think I would of got them if it wasn't for the shorts. The almight shorts. I should have warned you earlier but as you have probably guessed I'm in a wierd mood, maybe its because I'm listeing to a great song - heads will roll by the yeah yeah yeahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the shorts on the middle of a rail, hidden between a yellow leather skirt, yes I did just say yellow leather and a petticote which looked like if I touched it, it would fall to pieces. They are amazing shorts though, at first I thought they were a skirt as they are very poofy, can't find a word better than poffy, perhaps flared? And they are a faded red colour with small white polka dots and an attached matching belt. They are from the 50s and are a 'size 5' which I guess is between a 6 and a 8 which just shows how old it is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stall-lady-owner-person was very nice and let me try on the shorts behind a screen and I fell in love with them. I looked a little bit like a clown, especially how they did not go with the top I was wearing at all, but I loved them non the less. They were so soft and unique and I'm not sure why I'm using the past tense as a matter of fact I am wearing them right this second whilst eating some of the rocky road I just made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to buy them after walking around and nearly buying a real sailors collar, and I mean real as it had the name tag from the sailor and everything but me, being a cheapskate, sulked away from it after finding out that it was 25 pounds (the same price as the shorts). Who would pay 25 pounds for a scrappy collar anyway? Well I would because I''m obsessed with those type of things and I'm rambling on again ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj6ZW7ddlUI/AAAAAAAAARI/Q4i1Ei2Adh4/s1600-h/DSCN0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349882026560165186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj6ZW7ddlUI/AAAAAAAAARI/Q4i1Ei2Adh4/s400/DSCN0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj6ZF1woshI/AAAAAAAAARA/-NIbq_rut3U/s1600-h/DSCN0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349881732972196370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj6ZF1woshI/AAAAAAAAARA/-NIbq_rut3U/s400/DSCN0369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj6Y1Zr6fjI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/7ZLfvMXItqY/s1600-h/DSCN0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349881450558291506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj6Y1Zr6fjI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/7ZLfvMXItqY/s400/DSCN0374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj6Ylf5kFYI/AAAAAAAAAQw/vu1NQrywTvE/s1600-h/DSCN0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349881177348248962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj6Ylf5kFYI/AAAAAAAAAQw/vu1NQrywTvE/s400/DSCN0376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to finish off my ringleader outfit for my party, which is looking pretty amazing at the moment, I wanted some lace gloves and my Mum claimed that she already had some and so she went up to the loft to rumage around for them. An hour later, she came down with the gloves, which are so dainty and sweet along with two crop tops. I nearly fainted. Again. And then again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is like a corset and is all strutured with the cutest white and blue gingham pattern. The other was white lace. I might have died on the spot for a second or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;The lace crop is pictured below and the gingham one is what I am wearing above along with the oh-so-lovely vintage shorts) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj6YUBgxu9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/7gvRUqo-SNY/s1600-h/DSCN0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349880877133446098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj6YUBgxu9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/7gvRUqo-SNY/s400/DSCN0377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj6X6K_ESWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/iE3UxzxnjgM/s1600-h/DSCN0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349880432999811426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj6X6K_ESWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/iE3UxzxnjgM/s400/DSCN0378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I promise that all items of clothing look way better in real life, especially the lace crop as it's really hard to photograph something thats really pale, deligate, and transparent - its just im a terrible photogrpaher and my camera isn't the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess my posts about 'look what I found in the attic/mum's closet' are getting a little old now but those crops are amazing. And very almost vintage ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you had a nice weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soph xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-1534539724704866140?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/1534539724704866140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/06/vintage-affairs.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/1534539724704866140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/1534539724704866140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/06/vintage-affairs.html' title='vintage affairs.'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj6ZW7ddlUI/AAAAAAAAARI/Q4i1Ei2Adh4/s72-c/DSCN0368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-6409830488237731322</id><published>2009-06-20T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:13:22.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banoffee Pies and daisy chains.</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to say thanks for the 'good luck' comments, hopefully I did ok in the exams, although I had  amind blank whne I was asked about what a brown-field site was in georgraphy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much, for the past two weeks, my life has been a story of 'gotta go and revise'. i.e. wasking up, having breakfast, quickly revising something I forgot, go to school, have my exams, come home, havelike half an hour break, revise, eat, revise, sleep, etc. So I'm ashamed to say that blogging has been far down on my 'to do' list right now, especially how I'm organising my party. I went and bout the food today and I got this huge HUGE chocolatly sickly yummy cake which I am very temtped to eat right this second...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, stay on subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, after our last exam, a friend dragged me to the ICT rooms because she needed to do some homework and me, being the push over I am, went with her. I was so bored and decided to check the vouge site and amazingly it wasn't blocked (!!!). I always look at the new catwalk shows, I guess I like seeing which will soon be apprearing on the highstreet rails a few months later - made more cheaply of course. Anyway (I've said that too many times) I came across the Rodarte ready-to-wear fall/winter 09-10 collection and I was pretty shocked. Not in a bad way or anything, I guess I nearly expolded because of all the things going on in one outfit, its hard to see in the pictures but each and every item much have taken forever to make, there are so many layres and different textures, colours and materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj1TYUYWtAI/AAAAAAAAAQY/94zw5eoWW-o/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349523609638843394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj1TYUYWtAI/AAAAAAAAAQY/94zw5eoWW-o/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is a little gothic - with the black lips, dark hair and very pale skin but I like the way they've done the model's face as it doesn't draw too much attention, to take your eyes away from the clothing, but it still fits with the style of the outfit. I just think that the wollen tights and top go perfectly with the black sequined skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj1S9K3SUSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kDMFNe1fvtc/s1600-h/k.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349523143227756834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj1S9K3SUSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kDMFNe1fvtc/s400/k.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First of all, those boots are a work of art. Second, wow. I am for once uttery speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj1S82TB3FI/AAAAAAAAAQI/j5iDkxS5v7M/s1600-h/fg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349523137706974290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj1S82TB3FI/AAAAAAAAAQI/j5iDkxS5v7M/s400/fg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her hair is terrible, the redness is so fake, its almost funny. It looks like it had been sprayed on with spray paint instead of proper hair dye five seconds before the show began, unless its ment to look fake? ...&lt;br /&gt;Also, her jacket looks like a slightly more up-market version of something from camden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj1S8hzBbbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ir9wp1CjZYg/s1600-h/00210m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349523132204019122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj1S8hzBbbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ir9wp1CjZYg/s400/00210m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That skirt is a work of art in itself, I like it how the whole collection seems a bit out of place and none of it is competly perfect, it looks like a mess. But a nice fashionable mess non the less. I love the brown bit sticking out of the skirt. My vocabulary is shocking, I can't think of anything better than 'brown bit'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj1S8T_O2LI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ypimHjG7dq8/s1600-h/00060m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349523128497133746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj1S8T_O2LI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ypimHjG7dq8/s400/00060m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like the wollen collar - very snug for winter. Which is good as it is a fall/winter collection. I hate designers who have bare shouldered/legged outfits for winter when its a bit too cold to be only wearing a crop top and shorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj1S8G8-NNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ycuJcamgkg8/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349523124997993682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj1S8G8-NNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ycuJcamgkg8/s400/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love all of the diferent textures of the outfit, all the parts have been put together odlly but it works. The asymetrical neck line is pretty good too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise I will actually get round to doing an outfit post soon as I have a pile of new purchases begging to be warn and showed off through blogger. Just wanted to share that awsome collection, I've never seen anything quite like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suprisingly, I've already seen some rodarte look-alikes in topshop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soph x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-6409830488237731322?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/6409830488237731322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/06/banoffee-pies-and-daisy-chains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/6409830488237731322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/6409830488237731322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/06/banoffee-pies-and-daisy-chains.html' title='Banoffee Pies and daisy chains.'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sj1TYUYWtAI/AAAAAAAAAQY/94zw5eoWW-o/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-4128987641570382760</id><published>2009-06-15T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:13:49.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SjaKh0ObHpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4kJRpnZZsYA/s1600-h/nfFf7DB8Vo3mdqeeEPJLCFhco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347613921108500114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SjaKh0ObHpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4kJRpnZZsYA/s400/nfFf7DB8Vo3mdqeeEPJLCFhco1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear readers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nope. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seriosuly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sophie&lt;/span&gt; focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, this week I have Loads of exams going on at school so please don't think I'm dead, and half eaten by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pigeons&lt;/span&gt; (if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pigeons&lt;/span&gt; even eat dead people) if I don't do any posts in the very very near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I was going to do a cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;photoshoot&lt;/span&gt; in the sun to make up for the lack of blogging but then it started to rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Soph&lt;/span&gt; xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-4128987641570382760?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/4128987641570382760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/4128987641570382760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/4128987641570382760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-love.html' title='love love'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SjaKh0ObHpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4kJRpnZZsYA/s72-c/nfFf7DB8Vo3mdqeeEPJLCFhco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-3201349193289073224</id><published>2009-06-11T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:48:18.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on days like these, you really need a picture of a 80s dressed model in paris ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SjEvdfChKaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/GPk_PyFWRYA/s1600-h/love+it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346106416260262306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SjEvdfChKaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/GPk_PyFWRYA/s400/love+it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SjEvTel1xAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DZa8tdGhFdA/s1600-h/love+it.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the moment, I really want to be dressed in dotted tights, 80s brights rollar-skates, a sequined skirt and loads of bangles and lying on the floor with the Eiffel tower 20 paces behind me. Time for another visit to &lt;em&gt;le gay paree, non? xxx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. I seem to get more comments on my outfit posts than my opinion/comentry/etc posts so do you think I should do less of the speaking and more of the 'posing'?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-3201349193289073224?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/3201349193289073224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-days-like-these-you-really-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/3201349193289073224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/3201349193289073224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-days-like-these-you-really-need.html' title='on days like these, you really need a picture of a 80s dressed model in paris ...'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SjEvdfChKaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/GPk_PyFWRYA/s72-c/love+it.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-776517933902240291</id><published>2009-06-07T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:34:07.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A great pig once said oink</title><content type='html'>I've been slacking off in the blogging world recently, my standards have been slipping and I've noticed that I haven't done an outfit post in weeks. I'm begging to to loose my oh-so-good modeling skills (not!). Today, I had to run out to the shops to buy my friend a month-over due birthday present. And whilst sprinting down my high street, I realized how stuck-up people are getting. And I don't even mean competitive people (in the fashion world) who are my age. I collected about seven dirty looks, some by salesassistants in shops. Is abercrombie and uggs really taking over the world so that one day, someone wearing doc martins and bright tights is being treated like an alien! What has happened to individuality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority of my day has been spent revising (and scoffing my face with popcorn) for our school-exams, see how fustrated I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SiwAM-fvDkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/iJ9ihFVqJ-g/s1600-h/DSCN0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344647080716471874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SiwAM-fvDkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/iJ9ihFVqJ-g/s320/DSCN0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SiwAMiqTUiI/AAAAAAAAAPI/cq3F4El7tZk/s1600-h/DSCN0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344647073244598818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SiwAMiqTUiI/AAAAAAAAAPI/cq3F4El7tZk/s320/DSCN0277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(navy jersy top - zara, pearls - vintage, fake flower - no idea! hehe, tartan tights - ad hoc, floral Docs - Camden)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; See what a difference it makes when the pictures aren't edited. Please, don't look at me, look at the clothes!&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice week!&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-776517933902240291?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/776517933902240291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-pig-once-said-oink.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/776517933902240291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/776517933902240291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-pig-once-said-oink.html' title='A great pig once said oink'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SiwAM-fvDkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/iJ9ihFVqJ-g/s72-c/DSCN0279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-8745088028671519297</id><published>2009-06-07T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:05:05.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adopt me?</title><content type='html'>I want to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;I want to join the clang of pretty girls and geeky boy models and star in the selfridges 100th birthday magazine.&lt;br /&gt;The clothes are amazing too - one guy is wearing seqin leggings, another geek glasses, the girls are wearing bright things, one even has a star on her head.&lt;br /&gt;Literally.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to wrtie to mr. selfridges. And, next year, ladies and gents, for selfriges 101th birthday, I will be clad in designer clashing colours and posing next to these cool people.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, maybe Mr. Selfridges will reject my idea to become his new model ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Siv3hDo9YxI/AAAAAAAAAPA/1Q8iQJsrUiU/s1600-h/DSCN0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344637530090070802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Siv3hDo9YxI/AAAAAAAAAPA/1Q8iQJsrUiU/s320/DSCN0275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Siv3g3WwJvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/IzBLN8pLJ2E/s1600-h/DSCN0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344637526792480498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Siv3g3WwJvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/IzBLN8pLJ2E/s320/DSCN0274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Siv3ggrdgwI/AAAAAAAAAOw/nzI3PG247n8/s1600-h/DSCN0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344637520705323778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Siv3ggrdgwI/AAAAAAAAAOw/nzI3PG247n8/s320/DSCN0273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (sorry about the crappy pictures, I really need to get a scanner)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 100TH BIRTHDAY SELFRDIGES! OH, I LOVE YOU, YOU BIG YELLOW THING! HERES TO 100 MORE! LOOK, I BAKED YOU A CAKE AND EVERYTHING ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-8745088028671519297?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/8745088028671519297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/06/adopt-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/8745088028671519297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/8745088028671519297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/06/adopt-me.html' title='adopt me?'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Siv3hDo9YxI/AAAAAAAAAPA/1Q8iQJsrUiU/s72-c/DSCN0275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-386502422159980448</id><published>2009-06-06T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:45:06.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's go to the bigtop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've probably rambled about this in previous posts but in less than a month, me and one of my best friends, Amalie, are having a circus and carnival - dress themed party. And I really need help on getting a jaw-dropping (in a good way) outfit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Circus and Fashion are two words which tend to mix alot, take Topshop's summer clothing line a few summers ago which, with it's circus style, made a massive hit. Also, recently, the trend has once again esculated with Britney Spears' song 'circus'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, as the party host, really want to look amazing and make a big - inpact with my outfit, and, being a bit-outgoing, am taking the role as a ringleader!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this theme can sometimes be a bit boring, as its an easy route to wearing any thing bright, sparkly and OTT but when its done the right way, the results can be amazingly stunning ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SirGvF6tNwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/UM8vjAo48Qk/s1600-h/circus+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344302420173076226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SirGvF6tNwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/UM8vjAo48Qk/s320/circus+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SirGpTg-VuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/c8RmGqLL0oQ/s1600-h/e7059bc4578f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344302320744027874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SirGpTg-VuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/c8RmGqLL0oQ/s320/e7059bc4578f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SirGpT4Ns1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/yYEWp6I8-FU/s1600-h/d2c11df3c83a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344302320841503570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SirGpT4Ns1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/yYEWp6I8-FU/s320/d2c11df3c83a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SirGpEZj4EI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ADmf3uWnkxA/s1600-h/Woman_4_image_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344302316686401602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SirGpEZj4EI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ADmf3uWnkxA/s320/Woman_4_image_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344302317347989970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SirGpG3S6dI/AAAAAAAAAOI/5kkIsu8qwWw/s320/circus+fashion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SirGo5jZbtI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Nd7ouFYUHH4/s1600-h/2743966718_61121ac961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344302313774870226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SirGo5jZbtI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Nd7ouFYUHH4/s320/2743966718_61121ac961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already bought a pair of black sequined hotpants from topshop and I'm planning on wearing it with a bright top, striped tights and a tophat. But do you guys have any suggestions for changing or improving my outfit to make it even more enchanting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks guys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soph x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-386502422159980448?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/386502422159980448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-go-to-bigtop.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/386502422159980448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/386502422159980448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-go-to-bigtop.html' title='let&apos;s go to the bigtop!'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SirGvF6tNwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/UM8vjAo48Qk/s72-c/circus+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-6793715568720779449</id><published>2009-06-03T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:40:41.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(actually can't think of anything to say here)</title><content type='html'>I (used to) love Alexander McQueen, the clothes are amazing, if a little odd and wierd. But still very unique. And I love uniqueness (as you probably know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to experiment with makeup and clothes and sometimes I may dress up a bit too much just for a doctors appointment or a school trip, but I think my friend Alex has taken things a little too far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343137152029351730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Siai7jzm3zI/AAAAAAAAANo/2usPFXudjEw/s320/freak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This my sound a little harsh but is your makeup artist's sight fading or have the lips been drawn by a toddler left alone with mummy's lipstick? Its ridiculous. Either than or the model has had a very unfortunate botox accident. It's not 'statement' or 'beautifully unique', its stupid. The models look like clowns who have some how, winded up on Mr. McQueens catwalk. Also the compeltly white face make her look ill or albino and with the lips, it doesn't look right. And I don't mean it doesn't look natural, of course it doesn't and its not ment too, but they've taken mad makeup to the extreme and are pushing the boundaries between 'good mad' and 'bad mad!' Also, silver eyebrows? Yuck. Please, who thinks silver eyebrows can equal Alex Mc Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me started on the head piece ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soph X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I don't hate it by the way, Alex, as I know how much my opinion matters to you *cough cough*, and please don't su me and my blog. I'm just stating my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I forgot to mention but - happy first 'official' day of spring, lets hope it's gonna be a hot one!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-6793715568720779449?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/6793715568720779449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/06/actually-cant-think-of-anything-to-say.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/6793715568720779449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/6793715568720779449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/06/actually-cant-think-of-anything-to-say.html' title='(actually can&apos;t think of anything to say here)'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Siai7jzm3zI/AAAAAAAAANo/2usPFXudjEw/s72-c/freak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-1962731582511639356</id><published>2009-05-31T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T05:46:16.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>every day is like sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't ask about the heart's - I guess I was in a romantic mood? ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SiJsJ-yYkoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3_bpEvdqevA/s1600-h/DSCN0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341951026743775874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SiJsJ-yYkoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3_bpEvdqevA/s320/DSCN0202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SiJrx6vo03I/AAAAAAAAANI/xLvDspDiOaw/s1600-h/DSCN0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341950613341655922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SiJrx6vo03I/AAAAAAAAANI/xLvDspDiOaw/s320/DSCN0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SiJrfeuKjpI/AAAAAAAAANA/CKC_bD5RQeg/s1600-h/DSCN0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341950296581639826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SiJrfeuKjpI/AAAAAAAAANA/CKC_bD5RQeg/s320/DSCN0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SiJrRynqqrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/WHe6vy5QYO0/s1600-h/DSCN0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341950061404924594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SiJrRynqqrI/AAAAAAAAAM4/WHe6vy5QYO0/s320/DSCN0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SiJrCL73VAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/QHT_XiTH1J8/s1600-h/DSCN0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341949793322619906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SiJrCL73VAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/QHT_XiTH1J8/s320/DSCN0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For those who ask (black top - uniqlo, polka dot skirt - camden market, white tights - ?, black pumps with bows - H&amp;amp;M)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was another hot day today - I'm so suprised that I could actually sit in the garden with shorts on and not get very, very cold! I guess this is global warming ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems that whenever it gets hot, I veg out (i.e. stuffing my face with oats and honey granola bars mized with ben and jerry's chocolate fudge brownie ice cream) and do absolutly nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it’s all the revision. Well, I’m ment to be revising anyway. Most of my precious revision time was spent painting my nails and decorating my revision folder. Nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you have a nice sunday and bask in the sun making daisy chains in endless fields, eating warm minnie blueberry muffins and sharing your biggest, innocent secrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(that was random ...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophie X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-1962731582511639356?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/1962731582511639356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/every-day-is-like-sunday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/1962731582511639356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/1962731582511639356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/every-day-is-like-sunday.html' title='every day is like sunday.'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SiJsJ-yYkoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3_bpEvdqevA/s72-c/DSCN0202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-729224484634296063</id><published>2009-05-27T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:30:27.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a strange and facinating plant. Look there it is, Marge !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sh2wMHA2NyI/AAAAAAAAAMg/pDJjZeBSMRs/s1600-h/DSCN0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340618455218796322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sh2wMHA2NyI/AAAAAAAAAMg/pDJjZeBSMRs/s320/DSCN0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340617140174321378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sh2u_kFz9uI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yhWnp9TZIp4/s320/DSCN0168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340617141280430338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sh2u_oNh2QI/AAAAAAAAAMI/vPWXZTFJNRs/s320/DSCN0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340617133082127970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sh2u_Jq5rmI/AAAAAAAAAMA/x1D2TDGHu-s/s320/DSCN0156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sh2txES-exI/AAAAAAAAAL4/imi6hxJhluM/s1600-h/DSCN0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340615791609805586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sh2txES-exI/AAAAAAAAAL4/imi6hxJhluM/s320/DSCN0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(skirt, H&amp;amp;M, tights, no idea, top, boden, pearls, everywhere and anywhere, vintage floral docs, camden market, with flowers in my hair)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let the pictures speak for themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't have any witty or interesting words right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well maybe a few words would help (I can't resist), - florals, fairlytales, roses, layres, lace. And summer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edit - And by the way,the pictures have been edited to look like the weather is actually summery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-729224484634296063?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/729224484634296063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-strange-and-facinating-plant-look.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/729224484634296063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/729224484634296063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-strange-and-facinating-plant-look.html' title='What a strange and facinating plant. Look there it is, Marge !'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sh2wMHA2NyI/AAAAAAAAAMg/pDJjZeBSMRs/s72-c/DSCN0171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-3743071806256071529</id><published>2009-05-24T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T03:24:03.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>making peace with the 80's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sh2kM-RT0FI/AAAAAAAAALg/RpKHInvZiPo/s1600-h/DSCN0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340605275912261714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sh2kM-RT0FI/AAAAAAAAALg/RpKHInvZiPo/s320/DSCN0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; weather is back where it normally is. Meaning frequent showers of spitting rain, grey skies and hair - ruining wind. I think the sun is gone for good, folks! Moving on ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never really followed a certain trend of one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; time period, maybe I'm too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eccentric&lt;/span&gt; for that and if I tried would probably get sick and tired of the same style of clothing in less than a week but I do occasionally like to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;purposely&lt;/span&gt; put a hint of vintage, retro, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;victorian&lt;/span&gt;, roman, 20s, 30s, 40s, 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s etc into my outfit if I'm feeling even more crazy than usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340605938309333426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sh2kzh5FAbI/AAAAAAAAALo/f4EzXePfgw8/s320/DSCN0174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is not useful at all so I'm not really sure why I did it, maybe dressing up in my Grandma's clothes seems too appealing to me? Anyway, I was in a very 80s mood all day and have decided to experiment ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(please ignore my pathetic attempt at modeling!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340607027329438066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sh2ly6ztEXI/AAAAAAAAALw/NlfA6w-eFCA/s320/DSCN0173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Grandmas's&lt;/span&gt; black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dogtooth&lt;/span&gt; cardigan, striped top work as a shirt, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;uniqlo&lt;/span&gt;, top, H&amp;amp;M, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;leopard&lt;/span&gt; print scarf worn as a belt, found in my mums closet, geek glasses from camden market,  pictures taken by my little sister!, she'd do anything for 13p and our tripod stand is broken)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, yet again, found myself stooping in my Mum's huge closet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; evening and found some of my Grandma's old clothes. Maybe the first reason I tried them on was to see if they still smelt like her - it sounds kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wierd&lt;/span&gt; but I always liked the smell of my Grandma, maybe its a comfort thing, kinda odd by hey, I'm supposed to be truthful ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the reason is that my latest new-found obsession is black and white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dogtooth&lt;/span&gt; pattern (you've probably already heard about how hard it was to put back the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dogtooth&lt;/span&gt; heels in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;camden&lt;/span&gt; market), it huge for me and looks a little bit ridiculous, maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why I like it??? And the shoulder pads add to the ridiculous-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;, making my figure look like a very top-heavy man but who cares! I also love the gold buttons - I love gold buttons in general just to make that point clear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to wear my wet, fake leather-look PVC black leggings but the outfit looked too dark and colourless and to be honest, it made me feel a little depressed. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; not what the 80s are about ... I think. So I switched it for my timeless electric blue tights. Then I couldn't find the right skirt to go with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pufball&lt;/span&gt; black top with white stars, so I made a skirt out of a top! What is there with me and wearing clothes how they're not supposed to be warn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; my shot at the 80's. Not very good but its a starting point ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT: I'm getting a little bit bored of my white wall! Do you think I should try something different - especially how the weather is (or was) getting nicer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-3743071806256071529?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/3743071806256071529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/making-peace-with-80s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/3743071806256071529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/3743071806256071529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/making-peace-with-80s.html' title='making peace with the 80&apos;s'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sh2kM-RT0FI/AAAAAAAAALg/RpKHInvZiPo/s72-c/DSCN0175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-2992334504027132982</id><published>2009-05-24T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:18:09.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>head, shoulders, knees and toes</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the taste-less post title - couldn't think of anything better, I think the heat probably makes me a little bit dumber! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know - did I ust say heat? Apaprently today is the hottest day in the UK today! Which I know sounds kind of ungrateful as I am usual wining about the every-day-ish grey rain clouds, cold wind, etc. But you see, I wanted to go into town and show off in my new Dr. Martins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339408510068009634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/ShljwCFNKqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/YITbFBR7cUg/s320/DSCN0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The outfit below is what I was planning to wear (with my battered leather jacket) for attacking my high-street but suprisingly the sun was out. Still, I stubornly walked out the front door in this outft (with my heart-shaped sunglasses) , determind to show off my new shoes but five minutes later I came back and got changed into high-waisted shorts, and a I love New york crop tee, I've never actually been to New York (I'm working on my parents to take me there next easter), my friend got me the top - I think it's a child's size?!, but then I am very petite (i.e. short and slim) so maybe she thought it would be easier to get me an 8 - year old top, who knows? Anyway, although I was a little annoyed to see the children's label inside, I must say it looks kind of good as a crop top! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339409453640744130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Shlkm9KefMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pcWAiun1b4g/s320/DSCN0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have taken a picture of the second attempt outfit (which, by the way, was finished off with red pumps and lots of pendants) but I was being a bit lazy and couldn't be bothered to spend a while trying to take a half-decent picture of me when I was boiling to death (as the white walls where I always take my pictures are in my loft which is the hottest place in the house!). Anyway, I decided to go and make the most of the sun and braved the park without any form of cover up - e.g. jacket, coat, cardigan, jumper, etc. And I know a red head (like me) who doesn't even tan when on a two-week holiday in Spain, but I atleast pretended to tan and looked through my new teen-vogue and listening to my IPod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know its wierd - but at the moment I really love the song &lt;em&gt;bruises &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;em&gt;chairlift, &lt;/em&gt;its on one of the apple store adverts, the really catching one that has LOTS of oooooooooooing in it! I think the warm weather brings out the randomness, happiness and corny song-ness in me, no? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the weather, kids, it won't last!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339409928702669282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/ShllCm6EMeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/iqAKnqa2vTc/s320/DSCN0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edit - the second after I published this I just relaized that on the park, where I was 'sun bathing', everyone else there (well every other girl) was wearing sandals/flip flops with a floral maxi-dress. And I really have the urge to get one, not because everyone else is wearing them but because, 1 - they are floor length, very graceful and covers up my horrible, pale legs. 2 - they are probably quite cool as they don't stick to your skin. 3 - they look amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can short people pull off maxi's ? X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-2992334504027132982?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/2992334504027132982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/head-shoulders-knees-and-toes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/2992334504027132982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/2992334504027132982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/head-shoulders-knees-and-toes.html' title='head, shoulders, knees and toes'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/ShljwCFNKqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/YITbFBR7cUg/s72-c/DSCN0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-2707506652257783969</id><published>2009-05-23T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T12:14:44.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ziggy played guitar</title><content type='html'>may wish list '09&lt;br /&gt;Torture. this should not be allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/wishlist/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=8911883"&gt;&lt;img title="wishlist" height="400" alt="wishlist" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnR0ajlacnhIM2hHTXNwMTE4bVNBMVEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Darn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will have to rob a bank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-2707506652257783969?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/2707506652257783969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/ziggy-played-guitar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/2707506652257783969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/2707506652257783969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/ziggy-played-guitar.html' title='Ziggy played guitar'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-7304724154110775227</id><published>2009-05-17T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:10:15.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>longest post ever</title><content type='html'>It's a sunday afternoon and I finally have time to do a long post instead of all the shortish ones I've been rushing inbetween homeworks and I'm so very sorry (ish) as I think that you are all on the edge of your seats wondering how the mad hatters party was! Or not as the case may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I've been a bit naughty, leaving my friend's present to the pretty much last minute, (I forgot because my swallow necklace broke, I know it was only from primark after all but still). But I'm sure it was all worth it and this very second she is mentally thanking me for her cute presents (joking if your reading Ella!). I attempted to wake up early (it didn't go well) and when I eventually got out the door (2 hours later) and of course was hit by a big gust of wind ruining all of my efforts of making my hair as close to perfect as it could get and then when I turn a corner it has to blow the other way causing the really annoying hair-lipgloss fiasco. When I eventually reached the tube station; I saw the reflection of myself in a shop window. It was not a pretty sight. Camden was not as busy as it was the last time as I went, but then again, I did foolishly decided to go in the Easter holidays where your feet were trampled sore by the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got carried away (as per usual) by the market stools and couldn't help but buy a really cute sow-on swallow patch and two nautical anchor broaches from this really cool stool in the electric ballroom called compulsive behaviour. I pulled myself away from almost buying a really cute gingham dress which was offered for me for £15 instead of £20 and focused on getting the presents. I didn't realize I had my camera on me until I was already on my way back to the Camden station so I quickly snapped some very bad pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/ShBVOTEwk7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/plnTH15UTbU/s1600-h/IMG_1527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336859262560801714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/ShBVOTEwk7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/plnTH15UTbU/s320/IMG_1527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/ShBVWrPhhuI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4uSXaBzpQNA/s1600-h/IMG_1528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336859406487357154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/ShBVWrPhhuI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4uSXaBzpQNA/s320/IMG_1528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After running back home, looking very stupid (hair in face, skirt probably turning all the way around and struggling under handfuls of shopping bags). I added the finishing touches to my hat, here it is by the way: I know its not strictly a 'hat' as such but it took a lot of time and effort and feathers ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336804115342986322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/ShAjETrcjFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/dol4RaQnfoY/s320/my+mad+hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I quickly managed to sort out my hair and almost breaking my comb with all of the knots in my hair, wrapped Ella's presents (hope she likes them), got changed into my outfit including the amazing fate-filled H&amp;amp;M skirt and went to Rosie's house to 'properly' get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The party was amazing, lots of people in very 'mad' hats, I'm talking big Mexican hats (just forgotten their proper names but hey), top hats, oversized bows and this boy with an afro died his hair pink, green and blue, very interesting ... (he did win a toblerone at the end though for having the best boys mad 'hat' so I guess it was worth it) I would post some pictures but my camera is playing up and doesn't want to seem to upload onto the laptop, or maybe its just me and technology not mixing ... My pictures don't really make a different anyway, facebook is literally exploding with every party guest uploading 80+ pictures each ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to the party, Ella looked amazing wearing a cream coloured floor-length dress and a white top hat which she decorated very brilliantly! Any where I looked was H&amp;amp;M though (dresses particularly) and I had a very deep conversation with Evie (a friend who I haven't mention yet) who was wearing a v. cute H&amp;amp;M dress with a black top and a ruffle bronze skirt, about how H&amp;amp;M is really going up in our books (well mine anyway). All in all it was a very good night, so one last time (happy birthday Ella!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/mad_hatters/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=8801036"&gt;&lt;img title="mad hatters ..." height="400" alt="mad hatters ..." src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmdEa1NfdFJEM2hHMVpxNk84bVNBMVEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, white tights! Ahhhh! I couldn't resist, I been wanting some for ages and they seem to be pretty much everywhere. The last time I wore a pair was when I was five and had a small phase obsessive phases where I wanted to be a ballirina! I'd say they are defiantly not flattering, they don't slim your legs like black does so be warned - I didn't think of that until I actually put them on but I love them non the less. So here I am trying them on with a couple of outfits, these outfits are completely random and I know I would have survived if I would have just said 'I have white tights' and left it. But I didn't. I take every opportunity to dress up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336860098791490914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/ShBV--RsRWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AdcR1jgDAX0/s320/IMG_1557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing which is really confusing me is pastels. I remember, just after christmas, going into H&amp;amp;M and everysingle rail and shelf was covered in pastels. I don't have a huge problem withpastels, but I wouldn't go mad for them either as they tend to wash me out so I wasn't really looking forward to a pastel - mania summer. But where has it all gone? I haven't seen anything - its all florals, nautical, jumpsuites, etc. When I went into H&amp;amp;M recently, the small amount of pastels left was going for a very small price on the sale rack. I guess buyers weren't ready for the pastel wave, maybe it will hit next year ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336860238803541602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/ShBWHH3KnmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/PQiAICpl1ck/s320/IMG_1559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This outfit is totally random - but I just love my black lace shirt except it just looks like a normal shirt for some reason. I probably wouldn't wear it with that skirt out, it looks too dark and when I added the bag for a hint of colour it just didn't fit it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two are just nautical inspired - I think I would have to wear the first outfit with shorts or skirts as it is a bit too high at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/ShBWONHF7WI/AAAAAAAAAIA/VlwuL5na5NI/s1600-h/IMG_1561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336860360471604578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/ShBWONHF7WI/AAAAAAAAAIA/VlwuL5na5NI/s320/IMG_1561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/ShBWUtn4vRI/AAAAAAAAAII/j4Fns9G00TM/s1600-h/IMG_1563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336860472278301970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/ShBWUtn4vRI/AAAAAAAAAII/j4Fns9G00TM/s320/IMG_1563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't read vouge, I don't have the time and to be honest I don't realy want to spend four quid on loads of fashion adverts (is that bad considering I'm supposed to love fashion?) But I've found treasure, in my attic! (Is it just me, or does everything great come out of my loft?) Anyway, my Mum has stored up vouges from the early 90s to about 2005! I nearly fell through the roof and hit my head (3 times) on some low beems, as well as choking on some dust but the issues were amazing, including the special gold and silver issues! AHHHH! I'm hyperventalating just looking at this picture right now ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336863755352618674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/ShBZT0BzNrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/71txpaScxEg/s320/IMG_1566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336863890159962018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/ShBZbqOYB6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/4lw4_T-RWb8/s320/IMG_1576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336864058792481186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/ShBZlebgEaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/S98yILJOX1Y/s320/IMG_1577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aren't those lips amazing, I think Dior has gone a bit far with the sequins but hey! isn't that what fahsion's all about? I still have like 30 more issues to go through although I must say I'm getting a bit bored of all of these things that I see and like but can't buy because 1. they are from ages ago and are well out of stock and 2. their prices are sky - high and I the only designer thing I can afford is nail polish! X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-7304724154110775227?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/7304724154110775227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/longest-post-ever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/7304724154110775227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/7304724154110775227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/longest-post-ever.html' title='longest post ever'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/ShBVOTEwk7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/plnTH15UTbU/s72-c/IMG_1527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-5776555866836376095</id><published>2009-05-15T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T04:32:59.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fashion DOES care</title><content type='html'>Ok, so here are the pictures of my rumage around finds from last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sequined black crop top (and geek glasses with heels and a purple ruffled skirt)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336083280509619106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sg2TeMqtS6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/1uE7T2WUFaA/s320/crop+top+sequins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm still not sure if I'm ever going to wear this, but I think it look pretty good seeing as it breaks the no bellybutton rule ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the black GHOST dress ( with a clock necklace)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sg2UGU8zj2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/hSTgAldVtCw/s1600-h/dress+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336083969927778146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sg2UGU8zj2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/hSTgAldVtCw/s320/dress+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sg2ULLAE9EI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xqrkOrhyBYM/s1600-h/dress+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336084053156492354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sg2ULLAE9EI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xqrkOrhyBYM/s320/dress+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think this dress is absolutely amazing - in the pictures you can't really see the waist detail but there are 3 black ruffles going around the waist-line. I didn't finish my search last night so as I went through the last cardboard box (after almost falling through the roof!) but it was all worth it. Inside their was this muggy grey FASHION CARES tee shirt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336084944538123218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sg2U_DqBO9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/QiORCADTS6k/s320/fashion+cares.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, its very big but I think thats almost what makes it so cool, kinda grungey. It was my Mum's from the 80s and was apparently (according to her) very stylish for the international aids day. It also has every amazing fashion designer's autograph on the back like Vivienne Westwood, Manolo Blanic, Stephen Jones, Donna Karan and Ralph Lauren, etc ! Pretty amazing, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336085371897584594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sg2VX7sdG9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/SwU7-Q1UJJA/s320/fashion+cares+close+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the coolest thing is that it cost me absolutly nothing! x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-5776555866836376095?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/5776555866836376095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/fashion-does-care.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/5776555866836376095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/5776555866836376095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/fashion-does-care.html' title='fashion DOES care'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/Sg2TeMqtS6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/1uE7T2WUFaA/s72-c/crop+top+sequins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-8892998743787670889</id><published>2009-05-14T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:09:50.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>burried treasure</title><content type='html'>OK, I'm sprawled out on my bed feeling a bit pathetic in my pajamas. Its raining, I guess it's typical English weather but it puts a damper on things. On top of that I have a very intimidating pile of homework which I daren't even look at so I guess I'm writing a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the title; buried treasure, I have been rummaging in our attic in hope of finding some oh-so vintage, size 6 or 8 amazing individual clothes. I didn't, instead I found an amazing black sequined crop top which is almost as good; it fits me perfectly but I think if I wore it out I would beat my dirty look record, I don't really care what they think, I just get annoyed at the beady eyes on my back. Also, I don't think I would have a chance of wearing it unless it warms up a bit, I'm still wearing vests and scarves, so at the moment, this seems very unlikey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also found one of my Mum's old dresses, its black and goes down to the floor (making my legs look very long) and simple yet effortless with a bit of detailing around the waiste and best of all, its from gost, that's nearly designer! I promise I will post some pictures soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing I discovered is white tights; no, I did not find them in a box in my loft. But white is the new black. I need to get a pair; I guess it's been something I've been waiting for, for a while, so that I don't feel like a total goth when I'm dressed from head to foot in black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335787812018742274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgyGvqw8ZAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TLNcJI7ey1k/s320/kl+tights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the picture above, the tights aren't completly white but I think the white and black stripes look really amazing, especially with the colour-coordinated heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that I haven't found is a victorian-style white shirt with kind of lacey ruffles as I have a newfound obsession with lace!  x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335789581665914706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgyIWrNtT1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/gAUA4-y7_TY/s320/lace+obsession.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-8892998743787670889?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/8892998743787670889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/burried-treasure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/8892998743787670889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/8892998743787670889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/burried-treasure.html' title='burried treasure'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgyGvqw8ZAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TLNcJI7ey1k/s72-c/kl+tights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-1996048868354208931</id><published>2009-05-14T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:25:38.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in wonderland</title><content type='html'>Ok, so sticking to my friend's party theme, I have just been inspired by these amazing alice in wonderland themed vouge photo shoots ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgxPvq5O-rI/AAAAAAAAAFo/U0gfNHiesgQ/s1600-h/alice+in+wonderland+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335727338913987250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgxPvq5O-rI/AAAAAAAAAFo/U0gfNHiesgQ/s400/alice+in+wonderland+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgxPvaeY3GI/AAAAAAAAAFg/vtolWfrHPZk/s1600-h/alice+in+wonderland+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335727334506421346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgxPvaeY3GI/AAAAAAAAAFg/vtolWfrHPZk/s400/alice+in+wonderland+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgxPvS6Wi1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/W2r6se8FSdE/s1600-h/alice+in+wonderland+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335727332476226386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgxPvS6Wi1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/W2r6se8FSdE/s400/alice+in+wonderland+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgxPvFbZCjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TnnX__1wVcs/s1600-h/alice+in+wonderland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335727328856705586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgxPvFbZCjI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TnnX__1wVcs/s400/alice+in+wonderland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-1996048868354208931?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/1996048868354208931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-wonderland.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/1996048868354208931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/1996048868354208931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-wonderland.html' title='in wonderland'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgxPvq5O-rI/AAAAAAAAAFo/U0gfNHiesgQ/s72-c/alice+in+wonderland+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-4439423206125506891</id><published>2009-05-14T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:36:51.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mad hatter in heaven</title><content type='html'>My most recent obsession is this seasons romantic fairytale look. This mean pink pastel heels, ruffled skirts and nude (I mean the colour, not naked!) , layred dresses, white feathers, soft makeup and flowers in your hair. I'm not sure if I could pull off nude though, my skin's pale as it is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335723315454194978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgxMFeVqtSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ibKnoYL9xJY/s320/fairy+tale+dress+x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another reason is, I have enough clothes as it is, I guess I don't need it ... Until ...&lt;br /&gt;My friend Ella is having a rave party (I'm talking loud music and non-stop dancing with all of the cheesy chart songs) and the dress code is a mad hatter's tea party! That's exact definition is a mad hat and a cute, vintage-looking fairy tale dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my high street and searched every rack in every shop (trust me,that's alot of shops). Twice. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I guess the look isn't as big on the highstreets as it is on the catwalk at the moment. I was about to go home with a grumpy look on my face when I walked past H&amp;amp;M. And there on my white shining manikin in armour (without the armour) was this beautiful, layred, soft grey skirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335725051362655682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgxNqhGfvcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/O82gQQga6xA/s320/cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I ran back into the shop, determind not to return home empty handed but I couldn't find it. I decided the ask someone who works there after I raced around the shop about four times and when I was getting too many dirty looks. Anway, the sales assistant said she wasn't sure if there was any left but she checking on the rail in the changing rooms to see if anyone had recently tried one on. It was fate, she can back with a size 6 and I tried it on and it fitted perfectly! You can't see it in any of the photo's but the dress has this amazing lace-up thingy at the back which I guess gives it a bit of vintage detail. Ahhhh! And the price wasn't bad either ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335726291691120194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgxOytr2JkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QFCsa9c6aMg/s320/look+up+....jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dress, H&amp;amp;M, heels, topshop, vest (somewhere), pearls, my grandma's found at the bottom of a box, clock necklace, accsessorize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, where's my 'mad' hat? I'm in the middle of making one out of one of those bases that they sell in arty stores attached to a hair band and I'm covered it in black feathers and a black faux fur line around the edge with one huge peacok feather randomly sticking out of the middle. Very mad, huh? x &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-4439423206125506891?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/4439423206125506891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/mad-hatter-in-heaven.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/4439423206125506891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/4439423206125506891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/mad-hatter-in-heaven.html' title='mad hatter in heaven'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgxMFeVqtSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ibKnoYL9xJY/s72-c/fairy+tale+dress+x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-8274400281749709135</id><published>2009-05-13T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:55:28.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cold summer</title><content type='html'>I'm not really sure why I'm writing a summer post, because over here in London, summer seams very far away. I'm sat here in wolly tights, lots of cosy jumpers and my electric blue coat after a moody rainy walk. Maybe thats why the sunny weather where I can wear cute bright baggy tops and shorts seems so appealing right now, but I guess sooner or later I'll be complaining about the unbearable heat and how I never tan (true) whilst everyone's legs are brown. Anyway, back on track ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335397150483247490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgsjcLIvcYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rEvG4pTp6lI/s320/luella+x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;navy blazer - H&amp;amp;M, skirt - topshop, face tee shirt - H&amp;amp;M, red heart bag found at the bottom of my wardrobe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok, this is the outfit that I desperatly want to wear but would probably catch numonia if I went out like this - also my legs would go all goose pimply, not the most attractive look ... Anyway, I kind of copied it off this amazing luella outfit :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335398101680752546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgskTin5h6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/9u2DkzMQYdY/s320/luella+piccy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgsjTnNTKpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1jyuuS0D_Qg/s1600-h/luella+x.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-8274400281749709135?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/8274400281749709135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/cold-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/8274400281749709135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/8274400281749709135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/cold-summer.html' title='cold summer'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgsjcLIvcYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rEvG4pTp6lI/s72-c/luella+x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-5807174117617099810</id><published>2009-05-12T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:25:54.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whizz kidz!</title><content type='html'>This would not be a fashion blog if I didn't talk about the recent trends so here's one which everyone is talking about. The geek style. I guess I always used to be a bit of a geek, red hair and braces, but now is wearing not-matching grandma jumpers and brown battered bags coming back 'in'? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although kooky online shops, vintage london botiques, and indiviudual market stalls are selling every shape, colour and size of fake geek glasses, they seem to be absent on the high street. I've been looking for a pair of geeky specs for a while now but haven't found any!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always remembered how my grandma had some fake ones that she used to wear to her weekly 'bingo' (why old people find such interest in this, I don't know) because she thought they made her look more clever, therefore she was more likely to win (who knows). Anyway, sods law I can't even find them now or any of her old clothes, I'm cursing the day when we took all of those things to oxfam because granny-wear is now back in style!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgmcM_gxi_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D_8GxM_ocqs/s1600-h/geek+glasses+x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334966980618324978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgmcM_gxi_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D_8GxM_ocqs/s200/geek+glasses+x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, when I went to the amazing Camden Market last weekend I found a bargain priced (only a fiver!) tortoise-shell coloured pair of glasses! I guess I did well that day, along with the wire-frames I got a black, oversized, leather biker jacket and some floral doc martins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- left, thats me :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-5807174117617099810?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/5807174117617099810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/whizz-kidz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/5807174117617099810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/5807174117617099810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/whizz-kidz.html' title='whizz kidz!'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgmcM_gxi_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/D_8GxM_ocqs/s72-c/geek+glasses+x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-3111909437371720903</id><published>2009-05-10T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:42:11.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iconic Quirk</title><content type='html'>This is my first proper post - ahhhh! Ok, I guess I'm a bit hyper due to a sweet sale at school which means an overload on alot of sherbert sticks. So, here goes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've heard the term 'In fashion' more than once. But what exactly does 'in fashion' mean? Everyone has their own idea of what is an amazing fashion design and what has been a fashion mistake, isn't that is what fashion is all about? So when does 'in' become 'not in'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls at my school who are considered fashionable swamp themselves in heavy foundation, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abercrombie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fitch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoodies&lt;/span&gt; and tracksuit bottoms with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uggs&lt;/span&gt;. But in my opinion that 'in' outfit is boring, and isn't saying any thing about fashion, instead its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;statment&lt;/span&gt; is 'look how much money I have to afford these clothes'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334282042697203506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgctQW62PzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wjMsnxIHp_Q/s320/ugg+and+abercrombie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I do think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;uggs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;abercrombie&lt;/span&gt; is sometimes nice to lounge around in the house or to wear on a quick run to the shops when its very cold; but to wear that all year round would drive me crazy. Especially how my fashion sense is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; to theirs; I like to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mix&lt;/span&gt; and match. One day I would wear a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;layered&lt;/span&gt; floral dress with a tight circus - like blazer and one day I would wear skinny jeans with holes in with a 'The Who' tee and lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;heavy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;jewelery&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you flick through the pages on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Vogue&lt;/span&gt; or even look at what iconic quirky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;celebrity's&lt;/span&gt; are not covered head to toe in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;abercrombie&lt;/span&gt;. As many of my fashion influences are kooky individuals like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Agyness&lt;/span&gt; Dean and Alexa Chung who inspire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of my looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, although the comfort designer look that the girls at my school think is 'in', what is in amongst the designers? i.e. Around two years ago their was a huge outbreak of coloured skinny jeans in the summer and the all-time classic nautical look which comes back every spring, better than ever. So what, this season, is 'in' and 'out' in designer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;teretory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually don't know the answer to this question; probably because I know school girl trends better than designer as the prices are sky high and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;allowance&lt;/span&gt; isn't that big ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-3111909437371720903?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/3111909437371720903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/iconic-quirk.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/3111909437371720903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/3111909437371720903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/iconic-quirk.html' title='Iconic Quirk'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SgctQW62PzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wjMsnxIHp_Q/s72-c/ugg+and+abercrombie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985805406310922435.post-5238119625793449796</id><published>2009-05-10T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:48:27.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here goes ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The very beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, this is my first post on &lt;em&gt;beautiful rampage&lt;/em&gt; so I guess I should attempt at an introduction. I'm a British red-head and of course, like any other teenage girl I am mad about fashion and I don't just mean shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm all about mixing and matching outfits (e.g. wearing a floral dress with a leather jacket and knee-high socks or wearing a high waisted skirt with a slogan tee), finding little vintage &amp;amp; retro botiques, looking through every fashion magazine in sight and taking lots of pictures! I guess I like to capture perfect, well as close to perfect as it can get, moments. My 'fashion icons' are Audrey Hepburn, Kate Nash (redhead!), Alexa Chung and Agyness Dean etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry, I've been blabbering on for a bit ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After all, blogging isn't about you its about sharing something with other people that means alot to you, so does saying fashion make me sound shallow .... ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry - I've been rambling on about crap for a while now ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll keep you posted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sophie :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8985805406310922435-5238119625793449796?l=beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/feeds/5238119625793449796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/5238119625793449796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985805406310922435/posts/default/5238119625793449796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautiful-rampage.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-goes.html' title='here goes ...'/><author><name>sophie la-la-la x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15306114035405238933</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__GIGRNf2mA0/SpESE1huz7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/P5sYPPugujo/S220/birthday+031.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
