We're Back in Business.

Hola, Bonjour, Ciao, Hello and Hi there!
It has been an ashamedly long time since I posted anything on here but with the develpoments of the past few months, I have decided that this is going to be a new begininng. That is for both me and 'Closet Addiction'.
I will be updating the layout, header and other technological bits that I can muster the courage to do very soon so keep your eyes peeled but for now it will just be a few short posts while I get some work for uni done.
So, what has been going on? I hear you scream with anticipation. Well, I've started uni, an old job in a new place, made some very good friends, changed my hair colour at least twice, sadly a long term relationship has ended and now i'm starting afresh.
I will be dedicated to this from now on, I promise.

Well, valentines day has come and gone and this year I was on my own. Well not completely on my own. My housemates being the wonderful bunch that they are entertained me by getting me a little bit drunk. The night ended with dancing on kitchen chairs to Whitney Houston and crawling into bed at 4. Who says you need a partner on Love Day, I certainly felt the love last night.

I felt the love even more so when I got this little valentine's care package from my wonderful mother.

Bon Iver, Blue hair and Polka Dots.

Hello hello hello!
I suppose I should explain the title one by one really. Well here it goes: Bon Iver. Where to begin, there new album is fucking fantastic. Although they have been frequently played on Radio 1 for the past week or so, this isn't a recently formulated opinion. Although there is no 'skinny Love' on the self titled 'Bon Iver' there are some fantastically haunting lyrics and wonderful melodies. My favourites go to 'Holoscene', 'Perth' and 'Minnesota WI' and Calgary. Give it a shot and don't just right it off as falsetto folk; the lyrics mean so much more.

Blue hair: I'm dying my hair turquoise. I don't know why, I think is when the quite simple, to the point excuse of 'I just felt like it' actually flies. Never mistakenly think of it as a good excuse to your mothers question of 'why did you start smoking?'. In my adolescent years I preferred the nonchalant reply, to my dismay, my mother had too preferred it during her teenage years and the latter just meant that I tended to get a royal bollocking. On the other hand, I have done a strand test and all seems to be well.

Polka Dots: I love them. I don't know when this occurred but it has and now I have the pox (witty pun? no? me neither). I borrowed a blouse off a good friend the other day after a night of spontaneous drinking and Jurassic Park viewing. I love it and don't want to give it back to her.

In short, listen to Bon Iver, it will cleanse your soul. I like turquoise hair and polka dots are grand.













If you see this, buy it!

Sometimes it's nice to post.

A million times sorry to anybody that made the mistake of bookmarking me and expected an update more than every six months.
I'd like to say that i've been busy but truly, i've finished A-levels for what we hope is the last time (We being the voices in my head caused by stress).

Recently I've been into Tumblr's quick and easy 'blogging' but i've been using it more as a virtual mood-board. Literally just posting pictures, photographs and lyrics for inspiration for this very blog. There will finally be a schedule put in place for posting; it should be every Saturday or Sunday depending on whether I'm working on one of the two days. Possibly any day in the week when the fancy takes me.

I'm currently at my boyfriends house and will soon be making the brief trip across London via Tube to get home. On my way down here I saw some crazy cool girls with amazing style but was in too much of a hurry to ask for a quick snap on my i-phone. I will make the mental note to do so on the way back. Look out girls of London; i'm coming for you.

Wrap up warm kids, winter is here.

Well winter is truly here. It has been snowing nearly everyday for the past week here in blighty. It was nice for the first couple of days but after walking became treacherous I had to gracefully bow out of leaving the house other than for work and school. Plus i've been incredibly ill this week and haven't got nearly anything that needed to be done completely finished. least of all the revision that I am meant to have done for the exam I have at various intervals this week.

However, this has driven me completely insane at myself, trust me, i'm mentally hitting myself as we speak. Therefore, organisation is the name of the game. Not only do I have all of this to do but i'm determined to make this into a fully functioning blog instead of a sporadic rambling board and to do this i'm going to combine the two. 'How are you going to do this?!' I hear you shout. Well dear friends i'm going to post a 'To-do' list on this here blog and check it off as I go, in turn, giving a regular blog at the same time. Yay, simple.

Back to the reason I even started this, fashion. Topic: street style. Along with my new 'To-do list' strategy, i'm instigating "Street Chic Saturdays". This will consist of my attempts to accost people on a regular basis that, to me, look cool and in turn, I will show you on here (told you I was getting organised).

For today you are going to have to settle for some lust. Bag lust. Hair lust. Life lust; you get the picture.

Cherry Bomb.

After watching 'The Runaways', my love for Joan Jett has been successfully rekindled. The black leather and home made band t-shirts combined with the blonde hair, lingerie and attitude made me want to be in an all girl rock band again. The flares and biker jacket are definitely coming back out on Monday for college.

A word to Taylor Momsen: You are not Cherie Currie. Stop trying so hard.

Crash and Burn. Young and Loaded.

I have been living in harem pants, smoking, drinking countless cups of coffee, with incense burning away in the background and "Nananananana" by My Chemical Romance on repeat. I have decided that these are my favourite things to do and be around in the world. Now i'm sitting in my boyfriends slightly darkened room listening to Frankie and The Heartstrings. Life can get no better then this.

Incense and cigarette smoke.

My lack of posting has become ridiculous this summer. To anybody who reads my blog I am truly sorry. These past few weeks have been some of the most testing I have ever had and the malaise has only just started to wear off.

Getting my A-Level results meant having to change the plans of a lifetime and trying to literally sort my life out has taken up most of my time and energy. University will have to wait till this time next year. On the plus side it has made me re-evaluate some of my priorities and has made me realise I have some people that are truly amazing in my life and one year down the line i'm happy to say that my boyfriend is still one of them.



But I on my days off I have managed to get a job at my local Topshop and visit Summer Sundae Festival in Leicester with a few of the best people ever. Although everybody seemed to possibly be the same person, I have never seen so many pairs of stonewashed denim shorts in my life, I saw some people with amazing style and had my camera not been broken, I would have captured them all for you to see. Otherwise here are a few snaps from the festival and a few other events that my friends managed to capture:












So you see it's not all bad. I will be here more often from now on with any luck. I'll still be smoking, still be addicted to caffeine and probably still dress badly but with any luck I may be happier.
Much love.
Peace Out.
The Secret Goldfish