Showing posts with label Yves Saint Laurent. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yves Saint Laurent. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Um...

Another dazed and confused Sarah post-nap here. It's so hot. I think I just combusted in my nap just before. I feel all grizzly and funny (not haha). As amazers as our little palace is, it is also amazers hot. My room in particular. My fan is my new best friend. He goes everywhere with me. But sometimes, when you've just come home after a hard day of buying an external hardrive and just want to read the final book of a four book saga about an annoying girl, her irritating vampire boyfriend and a few warewolves, you just drift asleep without turning your amazing new friend on. Anyway...here are a few things. They have less meaning than most things on this blog usually have because of my current state. The Grand Canyon, where I seriously want to live (with my fan of course). And something I quite like from YSL, the dress, nothing else. The ghetto gold on the girl is a bit much...


Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Sometimes you just have to order a large pizza all for yourself

and sometimes you also just have to deal with your face the next day. I suggest high levels of foundation and concealer. I also suggest a crazy outfit to distract from your face. But if crazy isn't really your style, perhaps just an outfit so fantastic nobody would even think about looking at your face. Today I wish I had these shoes to draw people's eyes far, far away from my face and all the way down to my feet. Sigh. If only I was a 17-year-old blogger from Dallas, Texas.


and on, thanks to Sea of Shoes (cough biatch cough)

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Shiny but not cosy

Julia Restoin Roitfeld is my big hair, big eye-browed idol. She makes me feel good about mine. A peek into her abode via The Selby made me feel slightly like a green-eyed monster, mainly aimed towards the below shoes. However, it also made me rather happy with my little hidey hole. While I will admit is slightly on the colder side of the temperature scale, it actually looks like a room - not an art gallery.