Helloooooooooo faeries! Long (LONG!) time, no see!
Apologies for the blogging hiatus! Hope nobody sent out a search squad for little ol' Reweary Fairy. I only meant to have a week or two off, but then a series of unfortunate events extended the hiatus...
One afternoon when I was working, I spilled an entire mug of molten coffee over my laptop. I jumped up and grabbed a tea towel to dab at the keyboard, then turned it sideways to drain any excess. Disaster! Yet when I tried the laptop out, it was still working- I was cocky, complacent- I'd acted fast enough! No spillage was any match for me! I felt like I could mop up an oil slick on the ocean with a baby wipe without breaking a sweat.
The next day I went on my laptop and the battery was running low, so I plugged it in, but it didn't make its triumphant charging noise. I tried it every which way, but alas, the port was DAMAGED. I went to the Ap**e store where they told me that the minimum cost of fixing it would be about £400, and the maximum would be nearly £800! I don't know why I expected anything less money-grabby from a company that charges so much money for the gizmos that make them billions, yet dodges tax and uses sweatshop labour.
I had a lickle look around to see if there was anywhere else I could get it fixed cheaper, and went with a place called Rocket Repairs in Southampton, where it cost just under £200 to get it fixed. My grandad very kindly gave me the wonga for the repair (
big up Dennis). Ap**e is rotten and the store has such off-putting clinical vibes, go elsewhere if you need something fixed!
The laptop would takeabout a week to repair, but I was due to go home for the Easter hols, so wouldn't have it in time. No problemo, my dad said I could use his laptop for uni work in the meantime, but.... my family all got COVID, so I ended up spending the holidays with my nan and grandad up to my ears in cream cakes and sundry other sweet treats trying to do work on my nan's iPad. Had a blast, but didn't get too much done.
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| Mrs Crimbles's Big Choc Macaroons |
Fastforward to May, I got the laptop back and banged out my assignments, so now I'm BACK in the blogosphere <3 <3 I've missed it.
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Now that's out the way, shall we get onto some fashion, baby? I carried on documenting my silly little outfits in preparation for the Reweary Fairy resurrection. I'm hopelessly devoted to you, dear readers. It's been a long time since some of these pics were snapped, so I might not have a lickle outfit anecdote for each pic.
First up we have:
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| what a naturalistic pose! |
I don't know what in the world I wore this for or to, but I know I was going for an '80s hair and makeup ting. I won't dwell on the clothes too long because they're not the main event, but the jumper is a grandad hand-me-down, and the light-wash denim skirt is second-hand from eBay. Lo and behold, I'm still wearing the same New Rock shoes.
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| serious saturation manipulation at play here |
Anyone who did dance as a whippersnapper probably has fond memories of painting their face with cobalt blue eyeshadow and pillar box red lippy for shows, and this makeup look is a more grownup version of that. My blue eyeshadow is darker and shadowier, making the eyes sultrier, and the red lipstick with the gloss on top gives the lips a latex sheen- it's giving Dorothy Vallens, Guy Bourdin starlet, garish glamourama drama!
I backcombed my ponytail, but the equine va-va voom lasted all of five minutes. Limp-locked ladies (and gents and thems) know trying to keep volume in your hair is a Sisyphean task. Sighhhh...
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I wore the following outfit to go for a Greek meal with my boyf and friend Laden at this place could Sulas which has mock Acropolis columns outside. Elysian cuisine- the dolmades were dripping with luscious olive oil (watch out Nigella, I too can play at sensual food descriptions...)
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| a mighty establishment |
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| I look like I have lego hands in the pic on the left- everything is awesome! |
I wore that skirt again with the striped tights I got at the V&A's Mary Quant exhibition in 2019, which went with the Breton striped top I wore underneath my nan's hand-me-down leather waistcoat. Unlike everything else, the coat hath not featured on the blog ever before because I'd left it in Essex. I've had it since I was eighteen and the brand is FCUK, but I got it in a chazza shop for £20. I adore the folksy embroidered flowers, it
makes me feel like a singer-song writer of a Joni Mitchell / Joan Baez ilk... somebody gimme a tambourine!
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| total stripe-out |
I wore a little red ribbon around my half-up half-down ponytail like Brigitte Bardot, and
swept my cheeks with rosy blush for that ingenue flush. Et voila! (I know those letters should have accents, forgive me).
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At some point in the last few months I acquired this pink and orange striped button-up hoodie which is the first word in
Tracey Beakery chicery. Pretty sure pink and orange are opposite on the colour wheel so it's really POPPIN', and I've worn it loadssssss (to rewear is to care!).
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| Dramatic hood up in homage to Grace Jones, Lady Gaga, and Madonna. |
Same coat and skirt we saw almost MOMENTS ago,
remixed with the hoodie, purple tights, and a chunky floral enamel bangle I bought for a mere pound in a charity shop.
I wore this to go a meeting about that fashion journalism internship (more on dat in future blogs...), but had to run back home and change into a waterproof coat because 'twas raining.
I wore the same outfit with a slightly different denim skirt (second-hand eBay gloriousness) and a double ribbon plait-
+2 singer-songwriter-of-a-Joni-Mitchell-/-Joan-Baez-ilk points!
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| Had a little brainwave and used this homemade necklace as a headband by pinning it in place with two hair clips. WHere's Me BluE pEtER badge? |
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I can't remember if I wore the following outfit for anything significant EITHER, so let's use some artistic license and say
I wore it to a Sofia Coppola convention because it's giving Lisbon Sister.  |
| Alexa, play 'Playground Love' |
This dress has featured on the blog before I think, it's from a charity shop and I've had to for about five years now.
J'adore the petticoat! I wore it with white
ballerinaesque tights from Primark which I've also had for ages, and they're in good nick, although the feet are permanently dirt-stained. It's a shame I don't have prettier shoes for this 'fit, like some ribboned Miu Miu ballet pumps, or some little Mary-janes. Alas, I don't have a Miu Miu budget.
Kirsten Dunst signed a box of macarons for me at the convention. She exudes grace! A lot of people there were wearing clothes from Heaven by Marc Jacobs' Virgin Suicides collection- delightful.
I bought Bill Murray a whiskey on the rocks on the grounds that he told me what he whispers into Scar Jo's ear at the end of
Lost in Translation, and he obliged, but I'm afraid what he said is just between us.
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| heavenly! |
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I wore this outfit last weekend to go to Pizza Express with my boo on some Tesco club card vouchers courtesy of my nan <3 I had a luscious lickle vegan pizza with extra olives on top, and
my boyf had his second COVID jab for dessert.  |
| DON'T LET THE DOOR HIT YOU ON THE WAY OUT! |
I got this sunshine yellow checkered shirt in a charity shop for £3 the other day, and it's sO lightweight and breezy which was perfect because it was a glorious day. I wore glistening, golden eyeshadow, a golden glass bead necklace (charity shop), and some similarly summery earrings. A man in a vintage shop asked if my necklace was made from shells, and my boyf later told me he knows the guy, and that he's a
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| accessoriezzzz |
Modelling the outfit at a bus stop-
she's got a ticket to ride. I needed a nice photo for something uni-related, and I scrolled back as far as 2019 in my camera roll but couldn't find ONE sensible pic- there's a dearth of sensibleness! I got my boyf to take many a photo on the walk home, and I think we got the moneyshot.
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BONUS OUTFIT before I sign off!
Little Moschino lampshade hat moment in a vintage gaff in Norwich from the Easter holibobs! I didn't have access to much of my wardrobe over Easter because I was staying at my nan's, but I borrowed my mum's old Next leather jacket which was hanging in my nan's wardrobe.
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| Shady bitch |
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| Moschino FW2022 |
My homies and I went on a day trip to Norwich to switch things up from our normal haunts in Colchester- Norwich is FAB! It has a Brighton feel (vintage shops, artsy, hipster vegan food joints etc. etc.) and pubs on the riverside. We saw many weird and wonderful things in the antique shops, like animal jawbones, muskets, a telephone shaped like an iguana, and a Margaret Thatcher ceramic figurine (does not fall into the wonderful category). LET's BE haVinG Yaaaaaa Norwich!
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| Lads on tour |
Thank you sooooooo much for reading! Apologies if this blog was disjointed and not narratively rich. Feels fandabbydosey to be back, will be blogging on the reg now. Summer dressing, woohoo!
Peace and love from
Cerys
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| Larry David at fashion week |
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