Back on the Blog Wagon

 Hey fairies, long time no see! I hope everyone's going to make this a year of rewearing clothes and socking it to fast fashion, woooohoooo!

Reminder of the OG Reweary Fairy Manifesto

I started a draft for this blog yonks ago in September 2022 but for various self-doubting reasons I did not complete it and almost thought I'd hung up my blogging wings, but fear not - I'm back!

This blogging backlog means that the outfits are from many moons ago, but they are no less fabulous for that. I wrote the following intro back then, too, so it's also out of date. Without further ado:

I hope you're all doing absoluuuutely fabulous, daaaaaahhlings. My dissertation is all done and dusted, which means I've finished my MA- hooray! I've moved back home and I'm job seeking as we speak, scrolling LinkedIn and Indeed, tweaking my freaking CV every other day, and composing grovelling cover letters. I've got an interview for a retail assistant role at [REDACTED], a high-end department store on the heart of the [REDACTED] high street. 

Now, I know what you're thinking- second-hand shopping Reweary Fairy, a luxury fashion retail assistant extraordinaire? Oh, the irony! But if you think about it, I'd be like Gloria Steinem infiltrating the Playboy Mansion, examining the insidious power of the fast fashion industry and the consumerist desires it drives... am I insufferable enough yet? In reality, I need the ca$h, and it's a temporary Christmas sales position which would tide me over while I figure out what I want to do...

Gloria Steinem looking snatched in satin in the name of second-wave feminism.

My favourite actress and funny girl right now, Rachel Sennott (on the right), dressed as a Playboy bunny with her friend dressed as Gloria Steinem  bunny disguise. 

Anyhow, that's quite enough jabbering on about jobs for now, it's not what you're here for (although if you're curious, I got the job, made some friends, got some free clothes, and my contract ended two weeks ago so I'm job seeking again). Let's get on to the looks, ladies, gentlemen, and thems! 

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I wore this first highly chic outfit to high tea for my parents' 25th wedding anniversary in August (congratz lovebirds, thank you for birthing me!).

love heart 4 Tarzi and Bod, my mother and father 

This is me repeating the same outfit (to rewear is to care!) a few days later, but I've included it here to show you the shoes and the fact that I'm holding a book upside down (James Wilcox, Modern Baptists)- it's giving How Hot Girl Books became the ultimate fashion accessory.

I wore the MVP second-hand khaki ra-ra skirt that's featured on the blog umpteen times (how many times is umpteen? Je ne sais pas!) with a zebra print ruffle blouse that I bought from a charity shop in Southampton relatively recently. The blouse has a fun crinkly texture and I paired it with my mum's tiger print pony hair mules from Next (not second-hand, but borrowed) for a wild combo. I accessorised with my Dogs' Trust Y2K Guess bag and some Primarni sunnies (not second-hand, soz, but I've had them for a while).

As Rihanna once said, 'cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake.' 

The afternoon tea was an afternoon delight; I come from a longline of sweet tooths, so the cornucopia of cakes didn't daunt me. The venue was The Old Siege House in Colchester, a building which dates back to the 15th century and still has bullet holes from the civil war's Siege of Colchester which are marked out with red rings. I actually applied for a job as a museum assistant for the various Colchester heritage sites, but alas, I was unsuccessful. 

Here's the opening line of my 'Reasons for applying' for the museum job: 'I'm a proud Colchcestrian and 'Essex Girl' who finds our local history fascinating.'
 I thought this was a charming opening line, but I've since learned that if you think you're being charming, you're probably not being charming (how Wildean!).

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My next outfit is what I wore to go clubbing at Cirque Le Soir in Soho with my friends and boyfriend. We went out out for Sarah's spectacular 22nd birthday, and it was doubly special because it was the first time we saw Finn after nearly a year of separation while she was on a year abroad in New York, New York.

Welcome back dear Finn, a style icon and Finnspiration.

I don't have the best outfit pics because we stayed in a hostel without a full-length mirror, and we shared a faulty-locked bathroom with the whole floor, so I didn't want some rando walking in for for a pee to see me pouting my socks off. Plus, we pretty much hit the town after getting dolled up, so the photos are BIG NIGHT OUT images (the best kind, if you ask me, as you can see the clothes in context).

Cirque Le Soir has a new theme each week apparently, and that week the theme was sleazy motel- hence the hotel door number *wink*wink *nudge*nudge *dirty chuckle

I wore this incredible leopard print blazer (£5.99, British Heart Foundation) with an F&F mini skirt (A few quid from a charity shop I can't remember) for a tailored executive look which was emphasised by my mother's hand-me-down Marks&Sparks low court heels. I went more brassy than your average executive with more Showgirls diamantés under my eyes than usual, pillar box red lips and talons, the glitzy Guess bag, and the cheekily short skirt; you can't be looking too yo-pro when you're unemployed and dancing like a go-go. 

Showgirls' cut-throat starlet, Nomi. Proto-Euphoria  makeup.

I accessorised with one of my favourite jewellery combos: the vintage coral necklace my boyfriend gifted me ages ago, and the mesmerising koi fish earrings I bought in an independent shop ages ago, too.

Jazzy jewellry

 

Full-length shot taken by Finn when I was snapping the homies waiting for the bus at like 4:00am

Gorgeous gang getting around the West End

More debauched decor 

I LOVE YOU SARAH, that's my sisterrrrrr! Dripping in diamonds! Thank you for getting everyone together <3

'Twas a fabulous night partying in Dirty Dicks' (that's what Cirque named the makeshift sleazy motel), and you can tell the venue feels obliged to pay homage to Soho's historical sexy, seedy reputation.

A tongue-in-cheek sign in the bathroom.

Also, if you're wondering why there are no photos of my boyfriend, it's because I need to preserve his mystique... jks, he's camera shy (someone's got to be!) even though he's devilishly handsome - my humble prince. <3 <3

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This next outfit was ALSO worn for a Soho night out in September with Chloé and Finn in the exclusive and expensive nightclub-cum-cabaret-cum-cirque freak show known as The Box, a celebrity hotspot. Finn got us on the guest list through a friend, which meant free entry and free drinks all night - VIP, babyyyyyy! Free drinks are always sick (or sick-inducing, amirite, [REDACTED]?)

This is a pic of me trying on the outfit for a Very Serious Group Chat Fashion Consultation, and it's the only proper full-length 'fit picture I got. I ended up wearing my New Rocks instead because they're cooler, and I sadly lost the lickle court shoes (I think I left them on the train, so they must have been on a real journey around East Anglia). 

I got the vintage blazer/top from St Helena's charity shop for about £7, and I LOVE IT - it's like Patsy Stone meets Mime Artist (speaking of mimes, watch this scene of mime artists playing tennis from Michaelangelo Antonio's Blowup- I watched the film with my buff, film-buff boyf the other day). The gloriously gothic ruffled skirt is by Joe Browns and I bought it in a chazza shop in Frinton for about £7.

I accessorised with some sheer ruched opera gloves that I bought in a charity shop for a few pounds and my trusty Guess bag again. The gloves are far too small for my sizeable hands so they got rather holey and ruined by the end of the night, but I think that added Blanche-Dubois-in-a-tawdry-ballgown glamour to the look. 

Vivien freakin' Leigh as Blanche

Gillian Anderson as the boozy Southern Belle

headshot!

I wanted to do some mime-style makeup but I didn't trust my makeup execution, so I went for a simple scattering of polka dot beauty spots and diamantés. I wore the corkscrew hoop earrings that complemented the curls in my hair, and I bought them years ago in the now gone Topshop Oxford Street (pre Reweary Fairy Cerys would consider the closing down of Topshop Oxford Street a cultural loss that rivals the destruction of the Library of Alexandria). 

Chloé and I in the North Acton Travelodge lift at 5:05am #thatstravelodgical. Note Chloé's FABULOUS chequered circle skirt from a vintage shop in Glasgow - very '50s, very Dior New Look.

The Box is a bonkers night out. You enter via a mysteriously medieval wooden door, the inside is velvety, carpeted, and decked out like a cabaret lounge, and they have two shows with a variety of acts during the night. We saw acrobatics, drag, a burlesque sponge bath, and scatrobatics (excremental scat, not jazz scat...), so there's something for the whole family... 

The door to The Box

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That's a wrap for now but I'm going to try and get back into the blogging swing. Two of my main reasons for falling off the blog wagon were because I kind of haaaaate Instagram, which is where I go to share the link (the 'gram is good for memes and seeing pics of people you like, but bad for so much else), and because I don't get up to much at the moment, BUT the blog shall prevail.

Byesie bye for now, darlings, I'm off to pen some schmoozing cover letters and apply for a PhD to try and snag some funding. Thank you for reading, you wonderful, wonderful readers.

 

Love and double air kisses to you all, mwah! mwah! My mini poodle sends his love, too! 

SO much glamour in his little pom-pom pompadour.

Love from

Cerys 

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