Ahem…

Ok, so I’ve had some time off. Quite a lot of time off, in fact…like a month or summat? But I’m back and this time I reeeeaaaally mean it (those posts about orange eyeshadow, beige nails and happy pills never did materialise, did they?). Anyhow, I’m breaking myself back in with a few mini-blogs. This … Continue reading

What Something Purty Wore This Weekend…

Previously on Something Purty…remember that post about the swoopy-fringed ‘do at Rodarte? To be fair they’re not coming thick and fast right now so you won’t have to think back too far. Friday maybe? Anyhow, that hair…rumpled handfuls of the stuff, all thick, healthy and Virgin Suicide-like, untreated and undone. Here it is again, in … Continue reading

What Something Purty Wore This Weekend…

Earlier this year I wrote a book about hair. I learnt many things while writing that book, one of which being the importance of sectioning. For anyone who doesn’t know, sectioning involves dividing your hair into, well, sections. First into wedges taken from around your head in a kind of pie chart (like the cheeses in a … Continue reading

Caught By The Fuzz…

When the very wonderful and erudite catwalk and session stylist Malcolm Edwards says anything…anything at all…about what we’ll all be doing with our hair next season, we listen. Even if it involves crimping. Because, says Malcolm, crimping (especially when combined with a little bit of teasing) is the very best way to achieve the dry, … Continue reading

What Something Purty Wore This Weekend

Comfort was this weekend’s watchword. Not so much the complexion kind (though that one’s likely to run and run as I continue to battle with my weather-ravaged face…more of that on Friday) but the soul-soothing sort. I’d like to add that I don’t actually theme my weekends in the way of a Sophie Dahl cookery … Continue reading

What Something Purty Wore This Weekend

Which of these makes me less of a beauty editor…cycling 55km to Kent and back in unfashionable trainers and ten year old jogging pants, or sinking a bottle of Rioja, a pumpkin risotto and an apple crumble in the pub afterwards? Whatever, I have a chapped face to show for it, and while the Rioja … Continue reading

Friday Post: Come Fly With Me

  (Or How To Be The Burberry Girl) So hands up who doesn’t want to be the Burberry Girl? Of course you do – and if it’s not the belted and buckled outerwear that’s reeling you in (it’s all about the coats, bags and boots, says designer Christopher Bailey) then it’s her air of cool … Continue reading