I was suppose to 'ease' back into blogging with a casual pace and a clear head.  Ok, so my head did clear up a bit and I thank those for leaving messages urging me to take a break (but not to completely disappear...which I haven't...) as I do feel semi-rested.  But it is as always, back to reality with a frenetic week ahead of me and a reminder over the weekend helped me to snap out of my childish cries for a holiday.

One of the most striking Observer Woman (my friend Adjust the Sails would have a field day with the wrongness of that particular title...) covers to come of late came in the form of Penelope Tree's fringe and unforgettable eyes staring back at me.    I'd recommend people to go out and buy the Observer today or if that's not possible,

Through Gnarlitude, my daily cup of cool (did that sound incredibly cheesy?  I hope so...), I came across these pics of Jennifer Eymère, editor of my beloved Jalouse magazine and someone who myself and La Coquette were drooling over at the Gucci party back in February.  Cobrasnake snapped her at the Jalouse Rocks Paris festival on what looks like a very very old London double decker bus (I'd recognise that hideous check pattern anywhere....).  What floored me about the pics though was her top.  Now forgive me for thinking this and it might be incredibly naive and childish but I've always been in that odd school of thought that basically th

(Pic from Fabsugar)