Love From Misbehave – The New ‘It’ Shop

There’s nothing I enjoy more than online shopping from a website that has price tags from £2.50. Put together the fact that you can totally steal Miley Cyrus’ style for under £ and you will find that Love From Misbehave is quite clearly the only place to go for your accessories these days!

Féline Meow Tee – £12.00

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Skull Ear Cuff – £3

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Spike Necklace -£3.00

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Croc Ring – £1.50 & Cylinder Ring -£3.00

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Miley’s Edgy Grunge Look for 2013! All for under £25!? You really can’t go wrong! And if you’re heading abroad this year, or even heading out in style for festival season, here are some others from my Love From Misbehave Lust List:

Colour Shock Ring – £2.00 / Masquerade Necklace – £4.00 / Black Geo Studs – £3.50 / Lip Studs £2.00 / Spike Headchain – £3.00 / Skull Brooch £3.50

Shop Online with the links above or go straight to the homepage – JUST CLICK HERE

Who knew such on-trend bargains existed in this world?!

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Miley Cyrus Photo Sources:

The Women Style / Grazia Daily / heroeswallpapers.com / Globedia

 

Designer Dining – Dolce & Gabbana Gold

What? Dolce & Gabbana Gold Restaurant

Where? Milan, Italy

“Glamour is Served”

I’ve been researching unusual luxury dining experiences for a piece I’m writing at the moment and couldn’t suppress my need to share my total unadulterated lust for Gold.

Bruno Mars celebrated his birthday there, Justin Bieber partied there after his stage performance on tour and Kylie held a private after-show party there, too. Major name dropping happening here.

Entirely decked out in pure gold, Dolce & Gabbana’s designer space includes a fine-dining, first-floor restaurant, a ground floor casual bistro and a carry-out food store that stocks items from their highly-rated Mediterranean menu.

(Info source: Luxury Launches)

I imagine that dining here is enough to beckon anyone’s inner Paris Hilton (another famous face spotted at Gold) out into the evening’s golden hue.

This is the dream! Is this motivation for you? Just keep hustlin’!

xoxox

Photo Sources:

http://www.dolcegabbana.com/gold/

http://blog.splendia.com/milans-dolce-vita

http://www.yossawat.com/2007/07/dolce-gabbana-gold-restaurant-design-by-dolce-gabbana/

http://blog.priveinternational.com/2010/05/16/dolce-gabbana-gold-restaurant/

Countryfile: Cooking, Kardashians & Creepy Villages

Having just returned from what seemed like the Village of Death, today I’m obsessing over what just happened!

Having rented a cottage for the week, Dan and I did our first ever weekly grocery shop (for those who don’t know, we still live with my Mum, who has a household system for things such as cooking and laundry…but she’s the only one involved in said system) and felt proud to only spend £8 (using a month’s worth of Tesco Clubcard coupons)!

My vision for this week: road trip, cosiness, cuddles, walkies (we took Princess along for the ride) and cooking.

Reality: We arrived in the dark, in the village of Thorndon (probably the world’s darkest village), in the rain and without a human welcoming.

The reality of our arrival sent the ladies on the trip into somewhat of a sulk; can you spot the unhappy Bichon Frise?

Obviously I didn’t take a photo of my own sulkiness because a) it wasn’t pretty and b) I was busy planning how to get the best out of this weird sitch.

I didn’t come up with much, which actually worked out for the best. Holidays with me usually include a basic plan of what I want to do (in my head it is a precisely timed schedule) but I decided to take a chill pill on this trip. Sort of…

The fact that the cottage we rented was in the front yard of the owner’s farmhouse wouldn’t have bothered me as much if they actually introduced themselves at some point during our stay. Not only did we not get a ‘hello’, we didn’t even get as much as a wave as they glared at us as they walked back and forth from work/school/dog walks, etc.

Sulk number 2 was averted with a tactical closing of the curtains. Out of sight, out of mind. Wonderful…

I learnt LOTS about myself this week, also…

1) I can cook and will (occasionally) cook! Not exactly the healthiest of meals but I managed sausages and steamed veggies (including boiled potatoes, thank you very much!), a killer Tikka Massala curry and a delish tuna and chicken pasta bake! Although entry level recipes, I’m still exceptionally proud of myself as I even managed to wash up afterwards.

2) I need pyjamas. Currently, my pyjama arrangements consist of mismatched velour tracksuits from Zax about 5 years ago, odd Primarni sets which are not warm or comfortable; or old underwear. All of which are not suitable for situations in which you are staying in someone else’s property.

I hear you asking why I suddenly care about a section of one’s wardrobe that makes up about 1% of one’s overall wardrobe space…

Enter Kourtney Kardashian:

She’s known for her cute, on-screen pyjama style and I want a piece of this matching, silky, cosy heaven. I have my heart set on 3 pyjama sets so far:

This adorbs doggy set from River Island (rather apt, too, I thought), £30:

Def pulling a Kourtney with these and opting for a huge pattern. I can’t think of anything better than multiple pink elephants! Also, for £19 at Very they are pretty much as beautiful as bargains come!

Luxury pyjamas seem to me a little bit pointless…unless they look like this. These Wildfox PJs are from ASOS and will cost £100… buuuttttt… they make you look and feel super trendy. WIN! Where’s my credit card??

Moving on…

3) I learnt that country villages are possibly some of the creepiest places to live in the world. Our humble abode was situated in the quaint little village of Thorndon, in the rolling countryside of Suffolk. Nearest towns are Eye and Debenham, both of which boast a nice church and a co-op. Not much else around unless you trek over 20 miles to Ipswich or Norwich.

No street lighting after dark (which means after about half past 3 in the afternoon at this time of the year) meant that taking the dog for her after dinner poop was unimaginably chilling and the fact that there are no pavements adds a touch of danger to the proceedings. Not that we needed to go far, nothing to do and nothing to see.

4) Lastly, I learnt that Helen Flanagan annoys the living crap out of me, Hugo Taylor is a legend and Ashley Roberts is not only delicious sans make-up, she should also WIN this year’s I’m A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here!

Quick-fire reasons for the above statement:

“I LOVE SNAKES! Oh, it’s coming towards me… oh…OH! I’M A CELEBRITY GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW!!” – Fake-ass Helen failing yet another trial.

“I’d like to produce films, get into television… and I’d actually like to own my own Formula 1 team *cheeky smug side smile*” – Hugo after taking career advice from Rosemary Shrager, of all people!

“We can work on that!” – Ashley after teaching Rosemary Shrager the Pussycat Dolls’ ‘Don’t Cha’ dance, forever creating one of the funniest moments of this year’s series so far

“Who used my CLEAN towel? Where’d my clean towel go??” – Ashley outing Helen as the selfish thief she really is…

Right after she earned 8 meals for camp in her bushtucker trial! Also, Ashley is extremely FIT 🙂

Soooo, in conclusion, this week I’ve learnt some stuff. Not exactly huge life lessons but I suppose learning to cook counts as a big one. Also, one does need pyjamas.

That was my week!

Until next time… PEACE!

XOXOX

xxx As always I require feedback to suppress my need for acceptance! 😉 So, as always follow me on Twitter @sheldan2207 or leave a little comment under here! I love to hear from you! xxx

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http://www.very.co.uk/sorbet-elephant-flannel-pyjamas/1101036218.prd?browseToken=%2fb%2f1734%2fr%2f100

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Holidays At Home: Pretending I’m Rich In Dorset

After a week in Christchurch, I always get home, semi-unpack and wonder where the hell the time went. Since my grandparents moved there over ten years ago, my family and I have always had one guaranteed ‘holiday at home’ each year.

Taking notes earlier with my other half, Dan (also my travelling partner, as usual), remembering what we did on which day was all too much of a blur. Thankfully, my Twitter account is like the word acquivalent of a memory album.

I’ll begin with my ‘Holiday Highlight’. And you mustn’t laugh, judge or skip this bit because the venue has the world’s dullest name. The best bit of the week, by far, was the Tank Museum.

I told you not to laugh!

Thursday morning, Dan and I got up at stupid o’clock in the morning to make the 60 mile round-trip to the British Army base at Bovington Camp. Naturally, the sat-nav promised a 60 minute journey each way and took us on the most congested route imaginable, so it’s probably worth judging your own route in advance (especially if you have young kids or a short-tempered woman in the passenger seat).

If you’re a huge dork, like me, the fun will start as soon as you are in within about 3/4 miles of the camp. Due to the fact that the camp is a serving British Army base and MOD training ground, we had to trail behind a huge, great tank with an L plate stuck on the back, to get to the car park.

And ended, poignantly, with an insight into the modern war conditions with a walk-through exhibition called ‘Battle Group Afghanistan’;

The majority of our remaining time in Christchurch revolved around spending money. The only thing to put one off such an affluent, upmarket area such as Christchurch is the cost.

Having woken up very late Friday morning, Dan and I found ourselves too late for breakfast and too early for lunch so headed to Kelly’s Kitchen on Christchurch high street for brunch. Warm and bustling it looked ideal for a quick bite to eat (as do most of the quaint little eateries in seaside towns)but, almost choking on my rather tasteless £5.30 panini and £1.95 cup of tea, I really wished I had looked at the menu first. Jacket potatoes averaged at £7 each and a standard English breakfast will set you back almost £5. My recommendation? Get used to these prices or practise making packed lunches to avoid cost quibbles.

Dinner can be done slightly cheaper with a river-side Harvester, local Toby Carvery and newly opened Pizza Express, which, I have been assured by locals, are always good and busy.

If a local man tells you a place is worth a go, it’s worth a go. If he says not to go, you do not go. Quick Dorset lesson for you.

Friday night would’ve been one to remember had I not drunk so much alcohol. ‘The Kings Arms’ on Castle Street is where we dined (my original choice of restaurant was booed by the locals so given a miss) in a dark and smoulderingly-lit dining room. The atmosphere had a whiff of affluence and I was the youngest there by at least 20 years. Prices from about £40 a head got us numerous beverages, a starter each, an exquisite main and dessert (although I went for the Tequila/Disaronno drenched Birds of Paradise dessert cocktail instead of the more traditional Lemon Posset). If this seems expenive to you, don’t worry I nearly had a fit until I realised the waitress serving our table was not only helpful but genuinely cared for our best interests. I wish I had gotten her name because she was the sort of waitress that knew what you wanted even if you didn’t know yourelf yet. The sort of waitress your Nan can’t get enough of, basically. Also, the food was by far some of the finest around and furthermore, it is all locally produced to within a 15 mile radius and the menu designed by top chef, Alex Aitken.

The night was rounded off with a set of live music at Christchurch bar, The Thomas Tripp. I’m not really into live cover bands so this was something new for me but I have to admit East Cliff Overdrive did a fine job and even managed to cover Adele without butchering it (Britney Spears and Amy Winehouse could probably be left off the set list in future though).

I always learn something about myself when I stay at my grandparents’ house for an annual Holiday at Home and this year was no exception. In fact I learnt a number of things this year:

1) Being drunk under the table by my Nan taught me I don’t drink enough at home

2) Mixing with people far better off than myself makes me believe I am richer than I am (resulting in a heartbreaking bank balance upon return)

3) I am already an old woman who enjoys luxury pedicures, dandy customer service and a decent, hilly hike

and 4) I missed Princess (my little Bichon Frise dog) far too much to be classed as ‘normal’

Always a pleasure!

xx Peace xx

All photos are my own.

Have you ever been to Christchurch/Burley/Bournemouth/Bovington Camp???

Where else can I go for a Holiday at Home???

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xXx

Racing The World In Cardiff At The FIM British Speedway Grand Prix

Hi! Haven’t blogged in sooo long! This Bank Holiday weekend saw my boyfriend Dan and I roadtrip our asses up to Wales for the Speedway Grand Prix in Cardiff. This is my travel review of the weekend; not in my usual style so I hope you guys enjoy something new

xx Peace xx

Arriving damp, late and dishevelled somewhat distorted my first impressions of Cardiff. When one has wet toes and knotty hair, one doesn’t appreciate drunken scallywags interrupting an on-going, rainy hunt for the hotel. True to form, I’d dressed inappropriately and misjudged the enormity of the Bank Holiday Speedway Grand Prix crowd, so rapidly checked-in, changed into something more uncomfortable and met with the lads to get drunk with the rest of world.

For a moment, whilst pondering over Ice Speedway Tours the next day, I felt transported back to London mid-Olympics.  From the bemused Chinese claiming free cans of Monster energy drink (not a bad idea after last night); to the horny Polish in Ann Summers, rainbow flocks of patriotic sheep followed one another soaking up the atmosphere and cheap booze in the city centre. Cardiff had been transformed into a happy, sunny Speedway convention.

Everywhere you turned, various Speedway riders were seen out and about, much to the excitement of their diehard fans.

“Did you see Darcy Ward at the bar?”

“I stood by Rory Schlein!”

“Chris, can I have a photo?!”

Most of my meals were provided by fast food chains or a JD Wetherspoons bar as not only were they the only place with space to sit and eat, I was on a budget. The hotel (Cardiff Central Travelodge) was £140 for one night so funds were tight. However, most of the entertainment throughout the day was provided by the Speedway stalls, street games and live music, all of which were free.

The Grand Prix, held in the Millennium Stadium, seemed surprisingly under-booked as the racing begun. I put it down to the Olympics and the lacklustre entertainment because tickets were only £29.50. The atmosphere was still electric with European, Aussie and American fans all in close proximity, but not once did I feel anxious. 22 heats of quality racing later and we reached the Grand Final which saw Aussie Chris Holder take the title.

Leaving Cardiff was reminiscent of Friday’s arrival. Tired and in a mini-skirt I clambered for the exit. Next year, I’ll wear jeans.

[ All pictures are my own 🙂 ]

4th Of July Tribute Blog!

Even though I reside in the United Kingdom I’ve been getting the itch lately. Ever since my 3-week tour of America back in 2010 I often get these overwhelming urges to just pack up and get back there even just for a few days.

However, this is financially impossible for me right now so instead I spend my time fantasising and planning future trips! What I’ve been LOVING lately is all of the patriotic apparel trending both sides of the pond. In the UK we’ve just had the Diamond Jubilee, we are currently hosting Wimbledon as usual and we are busy putting together the finishing touches for the 2012 London Olympics so I expect every British person rocking the Union Jack in some way this summer! Some celebs have jumped on the bandwagon proving that it’s super-stylish to be proud of your country!

UK reality star Ollie Locke is known for his patriotic style;

National Treasure Kate Moss poses in her Union Jack blazer;

& young Willow Smith kills it with these Union Jack leggings;

But nothing really brightens my day more than receiving a pair of American Flag espadrilles on the morning of the 4th of July; INDEPENDENCE DAY!

I couldn’t have planned it better myself, but, YES there they were in all their glory, on my feet this very morning! Thank you www.chockers.com!

At only £10 these are the steal of the month and have set me off on an American style voyage;

How far can I take this style though? Well I could keep it simple like Kylie Jenner and bust out some super-short-shorts;

 

Go skimpy a la Rosie Huntington-Whiteley;

Or just over-kill it just like Katy Perry, Solange and Ke$ha!

Oooh dear, that’s not Ke$ha’s best look ever, mind you, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen Ke$ha dressed at a socially acceptable level. Anyway, the point is being patriotic can be sexy, trendy and most importantly fun! It’s colourful and screams P R I D E so everyone should hop on board! My favourite suppliers of such apparel are obviously Chockers shoes (see link above),

www.boohoo.com

www.karmaclothing.co.uk

and www.next.co.uk

HAPPY SHOPPING, HAPPY TRENDING AND HAPPY 4TH OF JULY BLOGGERS!

Photo Sources:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2027293/Made-In-Chelsea-Ollie-Locke-Chloe-Green-Union-Jack-inspired-outfit.html

http://www.jeansfashionstreetstyle.com/2009/06/union-jack.html

http://fsmagazine.wordpress.com/2010/07/26/willow-smith-style/

http://www.chockersshoes.co.uk/category/shoes3/product/new-york1/

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2011613/Keeping-Up-With-The-Kardashians-star-Kylie-Jenner-shows-patriotic-American-flag-shorts.html

http://www.mizozo.com/entertainment/12/2011/31/rosie-and-jason-head-to-miami.html

http://www.thisis50.com/profiles/blogs/katy-perry-shows-mutual-world

http://weheartit.com/beyonce223

http://www.shoppingblog.com/blog/915118

Restore Your Faith In Humanity…

My grandparents have just sent me this link that takes you to a short video filmed on a beach in Brazil.

It’s such a heart-warming piece of home-video in which 30 dolphins randomly wash up onto the shore and the crowd’s immediate reaction is to save these dolphins as quickly as possible.

Have a watch and hopefully it’ll put a smile on your face for the day;

http://elcomercio.pe/player/1384898

(copy and paste the above link into your web address bar)

TRY BENIDORM!

You know you’ve had a pretty remarkable holiday when you come home and feel like you need a holiday to get over the last holiday…

I touched back down in London Town yesterday afternoon after four memorable days away to Benidorm, Costa Blanca [which is Mainland Spain for those lacking Geography skills ;-)]. What can I say?! Where do I begin?!

First thing to clear up is the misconception that Benidorm is a tacky, over-bearing holiday resort; full of ravers on one side and grannies on the other. Although there are two sides to the resort, both are connected by one of the most beautiful beaches I’ve seen in Europe so far [I’ve been to Greece, Cyprus, France & Costa Dorada to name but a few]. Upon making my first step onto the beach the golden, white, fine sand welcomed my pale, English feet slightly burning my heels as my best friend Katie and I raced for the loungers. If you think this is exaggerated, take a look at the below picture. It illustrates pure heaven; what every sun-worshipping Brit is looking for on their break away.

Another main point to note, which opened my eyes whilst away, is the fact that there is every sort of person imaginable at this resort. The groups of lads and ladettes out for a laugh, the stag and hen do’s and couples of all ages needing a break. The older generation taking advantage of the sequence dancing and the sunsets on the balcony. Families letting their little darlings loose in the swimming pool. The shy, retiring types reading in a shady corner just by the bar. All of these people were all together and EVERYONE FELT COMFORTABLE. Such diversity can often cause trouble but for some reason in Benidorm, everyone is free from judgement, open to conversation and very friendly. Now that’s an atmosphere I like to be a part of…

We stayed at the Gran Hotel Bali in the Old Town of Poniente. Reserved with a few cafés and bars scattered between hotels, the surrounding area has a safe and relaxed vibe to it. 4* rated and offering all boards from bed and breakfast to all inclusive, Katie and I opted for the all inclusive option to get the full package. Luckily for us (being the two greedy fiends that we are) the food was fresh and plentiful at all meal times which, as you can imagine, we took full advantage of. It’d be rude not to, yes?!

 

The Hotel Gran Bali is one of the tallest buildings in Europe with 43 floors. We took the trek up every floor to find these breath-taking views;