Do we know as much about each other as we think we do??!
Thursday, 31 January 2013
Tuesday, 29 January 2013
Put your hands up if you've become as obsessed with 'Mr Selfridge' as we have.
The epitome of Sunday night escapism, each week we fall for the charms of an overenthusiastic American entrepreneur - and the story behind what will become, to this day, one of the most iconic department stores in the world.
Each and every time we push open the doors and step inside Selfridges, it's with an intake of familiar, satisfying breath - combined with an internal squeal of excitement. If the walls could talk they'd be shouting "Welcome back! Get excited! This is where the beautiful things live, remember?!"
Now that might be because our usual route sees us entering via the bag department (you will be ours one day, Chanel 2.55), but in reality it's because the whole store has a sense of magic and wonderment, as though Selfridge picked up a magic wand and cast a lingering spell over the entire building and it's yellow-bagged contents. You can just feel that you're somewhere special, so much so that if we're in a hurry we purposely have to avoid whole areas (ahem, beauty & food hall fangirls over here) or we know we'll be drawn in by the 'ohmygodijusthavetohavethat' item that's taunting 'buy me! BUY ME!'.
On entering the store today, we felt that same heart-fluttering magic, but we also felt something else.
Each floor was buzzing with an atmosphere of Edwardian elegance and filled with the passionate mutterings of both staff and shoppers alike. The story of Harry Selfridge was spreading like wildfire.
We saw one especially ecstatic shopper almost burst into tears at the makeshift glove counter.
She bought a pair in red leather if you hadn't already guessed.
The popularity is palpable and the store have decided to capture the spirit of the show by putting on an afternoon tea, 'Mr Selfridge' style...
How could we resist?
Monday, 28 January 2013
Seeeeeeee, we told you we'd been on a January health kick, even our nails are feeling fruity! Okay, okay, so we might have still been scoffing our fair share of greasily-good burgers,* but having strawberry-adorned fingers surely makes up for that, right?
*insert horse-related joke here.
Saturday, 26 January 2013
We've recently made the skip, hop and jump over to YouTube, you can find our videos at
We're channeling Zoella and all of our other favourite beauty gals here in our 'Empties' video...
We hope you enjoy!
Friday, 18 January 2013
"F*ck it, Dude, let's go bowling." - Walter Sobchak
If we told you we'd been spending our evenings of late feeling all Grease Lightnin' in the basement of a Russell Square hotel, you might think we'd gone a little barmy. In actual fact, we happen to be partial to a certain style of red and blue (slightly whiffy) footwear, as well as having the need to feed an apparent root beer float addiction that's verging on redonkulous.
Bloomsbury Lanes are a world away from your bog-standard bowling alley - that's right, these lanes have been lifted straight from the golden age of ten pin. Pacman, retro furnishings, cocktails, milkshakes and Ray's - an old-school American Diner serving pizza by the truck load (go on, attempt the 26" - we dare you!).
N.B. If it looks like a catwalk, guys and gals, treat it like a catwalk...
Bowling, eating, drinking, dancing and singing... do nights out get better than this?!
Emily: dress: Miss Selfridge
Beth: dress: Missguided