Archives for August 2010

Betterware, better, yeah!

A few weeks into my extended stay at the Boys house (which sort of turned into me moving in, oops), a magazine dropped onto the doormat.

When I saw it was a Betterware catelogue, I may have squealed with glee. Who knew that to get quality crap delivered to your door for a low low price, you just needed to move to the suburbs?
I’ve mentioned before about my love of these sort of things, and have even blogged about the JML love over at Sarahs site, EssBeeVee. When the catelogue dropped through my door though, I knew I had to take some pictures of the amazing items available. (This was before I got my amazing scanner, otherwise you would have had beautiful versions of the products. Sigh. Next time.)

Stop looking like a massive slut in the office, and get these odd little bibs to attach to your bustenhalter! Er, no thanks. I’d rather just give everyone a good eyeful. Also, if the lady in the picture didn’t have the modesty panel, then she’s just a skank, that top is cut below the bra line!

Trying to cut down on the portions? Or are you a massive loner and have no friends? Buy this tiny frying pan and accept that you’ll be found half eaten by Alsatians. (Having said that, I just want one of these because its small and cute. Such a girl.)

The more you look through these catelogues though, the more you end up going “God, that is a bloody good idea. Why didn’t I think of that before?” Long handled spoons, to get the last bit out of the jar. Brilliant (although a tiny spatula would work even better and would be small and cute, therefore guarenteeing I would buy it)

Mini funnel. See above. (Although the suggested uses are crap. My uses for it would be to fill up the hipflasks. Yes, plural.)

Hide your keys to the house in a really fake looking rock that you’d probably put near the house. Yeah, not the best idea. (Hint to robbers: look for the plastic looking rock. To test if its real, throw it at a window! If its real, then you wont need the keys to get in.)

It looks like Cath Kidston threw up in this bathroom after a particlary dodgy curry. Ew.

So for some reason, I found myself recently in the Costa in Shepton Mallet reading a magazine that came free with The People. And one of their crap tips (man, I LOVE me a good crap tip) was if shoes were rubbing your toes, then wrap your toes in bubble wrap and it would be super comfy. This is the deluxe version of that tip obviously.

Betterware does have a website but…I don’t know. Its just one of those things to me that need the catalogue. Theres something so satisfying about catalogues that you just can’t get from viewing it on a computer, or reading a catalogue on an iPad or Kindle.

Capes Are Better Than Cakes (but only just)

I’ve been looking for a lovely cape for ooh, about 3 years? Thankfully, this season seems to be capetastic. Hooray! I started putting this blog post together to show all the lovely capes I’d been drooling at, but by the time you read this, I bought two of them. Oops. Anyway. CAPES!

Thanks to the 15% off code thats floating about, I bought this cape* in black this week for my winter coat. Its beautiful, hooded, and nice and swingy. The slight downside is that I did the usual go-up-a-dress-size for your coat, and it seems to be bloody massive! Its also available in a khaki-ish colour:

It’s normally £70 from ASOS, but with the 15% off, it was about £60. Winner.

(side note: I remember when ASOS first started, as As Seen On Screen. It had a lot of Sarah Michelle Geller/Buffy inspired items. Since I wanted to be like Buffy when I was 15/16 (shut it, you did too), this was obviously my favourite site.)

This Ultimate Military Cape (£95) from Topshop is nice, but not £95 of nice. (Shocking, Topshop overcharging for something? How unusual) Compared to the military cape from ASOS (I love how military is back in again, I love it), its not as detailed, and theres no hood.

I love the idea of little capes like this feather cape* to wear over a t-shirt or vest. I was wearing my little furry cape (capelet?) with my pjamas before I’d seen this. It was nice enough at £40, but at £12, I couldn’t click the buy button quick enough (which was a bit silly really, I bought it the day before ASOS sent that code out. Fail)

In Primark’s A/W 2010 collection (which can be seen at on InStyle’s website), theres a navy military cape, which is only £25, but ugh, look at that tie around the middle. Its like a bloody dressing gown now!

Of course, I love this cape from Emilio Pucci

But at £1550, its just slightly out of my price range. Sigh.

Do Stop Believing, Thanks.

You know the song. You’ve heard it every hour on the local radio station (Thanks Heart. I officially hate you. Its all about JACK FM for me. They might play the same song list every day, but damn it, at least I like their music.)

Don’t Stop Believing was one of my favourite old rock songs. One of my main memories with the song is driving back from the hospital when Mum was ill with my sister and Dad in the Jeep, I popped a CD I had burnt into the CD player and skipped to this song. My sister and I started singing, and Dad looked puzzled about where we knew the song from.

Sadly, Glee has spoilt it. The Glee kids did a reasonable cover version of it, and thats it, now we must listen to those same four chords playing over and over.

I wish I could take the midnight train going een-eeee-wheeeeeeeere to get away from this bloody song, but its never going to work. So this is my plea. Radio stations, advertisers, TV stations, anyone that has the ability to choose songs for something: STOP PLAYING THIS SONG.

Although I bet the Journey blokes are full of Glee (you see what I did there?) from the royalties.

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