Pretty Mouth and Green My Eyes
Thursday, 16 June 2011
The Ultimate Pick-Me-Up
Friday, 10 June 2011
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
Targets for Self-Betterment, Summer 2011
1. Cleanse, tone and moisturize every day. No excuses. No days off.
2. Brush teeth more than twice a day.
3. Remember that men are sources of fun, not stress. No to arguments yes to dates.
4. Look after my friends . Accidents can and do happen. Call me when you get home baby gurrrrl.
5. Go big with dinner if I’m planning to go big with drinks.
6. Have more sober dates.
7. Read more modern novels. Yeah, I know Hemingway’s great, but there are plenty more fish in the sea.
8. Less judgement.
9. More fruit.
10. Try not to dress like this every day. Yeah, Liberty print + black jumper = winner, but there are a lot of clothes in the world waiting for me to dive into them…

Sunday, 20 March 2011
The Misleading Man
Fangirl

Like a teenage girl at a sleepover, my SVDW girlcrush hit hard when I saw her bedroom at the Waldorf penthouse. Its focal point is a black butterfly sculpture that hangs above the bed, made from recycled cans by artist Paul Villinski especially for the show. Here’s how I got the look on the cheap.
1. Go to Paintworks/ Cowling & Wilcox and buy some black mirror card.
2. Google image search 'butterfly template' and print it off.
3. Draw around your template on the card about 30 times.
4. Cut your butterflies out carefully.
5. Use some blutack to stick your butterflies to the wall. You can go swirly like Serena, or catch them randomly mid flight like I have.
The finished article should look something like this:

Now you can call your Nate and have a very Upper East Side sleepover!
xoxo
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
An Open Letter to My Miniskirt Collection

You know how much I love you but I think we need a break. We’ve been together too long. I’m still young, honey, I need to experiment, to flirt with different lengths of skirts and maybe even try out some trousers. I’m not saying I haven’t enjoyed my time with you. In fact, I think you helped me discover myself, helped me grow into a real adult. But now I’ve made it there’s simply no space for you in my life anymore. Our relationship is unsustainable; it has no future.
Our first meeting was a rebellion. Well, it was the first time I’d ever cut without measuring. I didn’t care that I wasn’t going in a straight line. And there you emerged, out of my favourite 501s. The next day when I went to watch the boys play rugby after school, some of them were watching us. One invited us for a milkshake afterwards.
You were there when I had my first kiss. I think you even set it up. You inspired me to buy hair straighteners, make-up, and sexy underwear as you teased to let it show. You went with everything. I could feel and look awful from the waist up but with you on my hips I was always powerful, desirable, how a woman should be.
I have to think about the future. I too readily accepted the moniker ‘the girl who always wears miniskirts’ in my late-teenage years. Now I’m into adulthood and I must leave it behind. I’m afraid that nobody takes me seriously when I’m with you. I need to start wearing pencil skirts, enjoy feeling a hemline dangling below my knees. I can’t get married, raise a family and get a mortgage in a miniskirt. I need to leave you behind.
I can still see you in evenings, at night, some weekends, in secret…
No. We must part ways. Tomorrow morning I’m going shopping for jeans, and I’m dropping you off at the charity shop on my way there.
Goodbye, old friend. It’s been fun.
Miss Ms Sorcha Daly
Illustration by Nicola Steele, words by me.