Archive | August, 2012

There’s no Mitchells at this Wolford Social

Phil Mitchell

Who liked my EastEnders pun? 

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

Always keen to meet fellow bloggers and look at underwear, I headed to the Bangs and a Bun hosted event at Wolford for their first ever Wolford Social, at Westfield, Shepherds Bush. Quelle horreur. Ever since Westfield threw open their doors in Stratford, I’ve rarely ventured past Oxford Circus in most recent times. Also, the other Westfield doesn’t have athletes wandering around. Just lots of Arabs shopping.

A bit like this but with more Gucci bags.

Wolford, as I learnt today, is not British, which I’m not sure why I thought it was, but Austrian. Some of the best things come out of Austria, like Captain von Trapp. I also learnt that Wolford doesn’t just make hosiery but a whole wardrobe of dresses, skirts, jackets, tops, shapewear…

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun
Rawr

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun
Obligatory canapé photos

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun
I WANT

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

Bangs and a Bun aka Mureiann (pronounced Mirren like Helen) did not have a bun today, and I almost didn’t recognise her. Blasphemy!

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

The advent of social networks means it’s perfectly reasonable to refer to people by their Twitter names and chat like you’re best friends. I do it, and fling my arms around complete strangers with reckless abandon. It’s not really the British way so I should stop that.

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

There were a couple of gorgeous lingerie models walking around, including a Claudia Schiffer doppelganger who I think both thought I was very adorably young because I started squealing over their pom pom headbands. Sometimes I think my presence causes broodiness. They were also very sweet and said I’d look wonderful with one.

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

But lets face it, I am pretty adorable.

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

It was a delightful evening, chilled out, with good music, nail art, and great company. My only criticism stems from that Wolford do not do bras to fit my oversized cartoon breasts. I always know it, except when it happens, it’s still sad.

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

 

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

All that sexy shapewear and all I could think about was being a lumpy bumpy… perhaps I need to grab my running shoes and join Team Bangs on the Run

The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun


The Wolford Social with Bangs and a Bun

Photos taken on a Fujifilm X10 courtesy of TALK PR

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I Scream for Ice Cream #LecIceCream

What an awful pun of a title. But I couldn’t think of anything else.

I got a long awaited filling last week and my dentist asked me if I’d been partaking in the eating of sweets and not flossing.  I said “Maybe.” Sometimes, I forget to floss. It happens. Sometimes I’m not even sure how I get dressed in the morning. Which reminds me, I need to eat breakfast.

I am a sucker for ice cream, and I also have in my possession the recipe book from The Icecreamists - you know the place that did the breast milk, Baby Gaga ice cream. They also have an ice cream called Smack, Crack and Pop which is toffee popcorn slathered with… sugar and milk and fat and everything that is bad. God I love it so much. I had some last week just before my dental appointment. No wonder he was angry. He also charged me the best part of £100 for my appointment and subsequent metal in my mouth so you know, I think he should say less and just take my money and not use latex gloves which gave me a rash on my face.

 Smack Crack and Pop Ice Cream
Hello arteriosclerosis!

We’ve established I like ice cream. I came across this nifty little competition from Lec (they make fridges) and they’re celebrating 70 years of fridge making by … crowdsourcing a new ice cream flavour via Pinterest. The idea is you pick 4 flavours they’ve got on their pinboard (out of 70 of the nation’s favourite flavours) to make a birthday ice cream, and the winner gets their ice cream made, foisted onto an unsuspecting public at the BBC Good Food Show Winter 2012 (they’re probably not unsuspecting although ice cream in winter seems a bit… odd), a year’s supply of your creation and a fridge/freezer to keep it in. I’ve always wondered, how do companies calculate a year’s supply? 365 tubs? 52 tubs? 104 tubs? Are they litre tubs? Half litres? Have they gone postal and gone for pints? Is there enough space in your new fridge/freezer for all that ice cream?

Answers on a postcard please.

To enter, choose four ingredients from the flavour gallery that you think would make an interesting flavour, pin all four to a new board on Pinterest (you can also re-pin them directly from the Lec Pinterest page) and then tweet a link to your creation using #LecIceCream.

I like the use of the word interesting. I’m hoping there are enough pranksters to create a really vile flavour and get it voted to win. But then you have egg on your face, because you (the winner) gets a year’s supply of your nonsense.

We will pick our favourites to go forward to a public Facebook vote. The winning ice cream flavour as chosen by our Facebook fans will be made by Simply Ice Cream and given out to 20,000 people at the BBC Good Food Show this Winter.

Ok, so it’s unlikely my vom inducing creation would make it through. *reassesses what to pin*

That’s not all, the winner will also get to go to the factory to see their ice cream being made and win a Lec fridge freezer of their choice, a year’s supply of ice cream and tickets to BBC Good Food Show Winter 2012.

Apparently Turkish Delight and Spam are two of the nation’s favourite flavours. Britain, you disgust me.

Mo Farah Running Away From Things

Here’s my board, could I BE anymore boring?

Next thing you know, I’ll be the proud owner of Talbot twinsets in varying shades of beige and drive a hybrid car

I get where Lec is coming from upping their social media ante, I think it’s a rather novel idea as they only have about 57 followers so it will be interesting to see how many people get involved. I’m a big Pinterest fan and I love seeing how brands use it for competitions and raising their awareness. However, my gut says there’s may be a step too many in the entry process.

Perhaps they should curate a board called Lady Boners as well. Hell, I’ve got a photo of Ryan Gosling that’s been repinned over 2000+ times!

Image via Mo Farah Running Away From Things

You can follow me on Pinterest here. The #LecIceCream Pinterest Competition runs until 5pm on Friday 7th September.

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Where in the World is Sabrina?

I got asked today by one of my best friends what was happening with my blog. How terrible of me, it has been completely neglected. I last blogged almost… a month and a half ago. Deary me, that is appalling. I sincerely apologise. It’s been so long that my Google Analytics disconnected itself and I have NO spam comments. Yesterday, blog virtuoso and friend Abimarvel reminded me it was my God given right to blog (sp). So I shall give you a quick rundown on where I’ve been, since I haven’t been blogging and get right back onto this. Because it’s not like I haven’t been doing stuff. I’ve been doing too much is the issue.

1. I was in the London 2012 Opening Ceremony as a dancer in the Thanks Tim section. From July onwards, most of my free time was spent rehearsing (in the rain) for The Greatest Show on Earth. I shall wax lyrical a bit later, and here are some photos to show you that I’m not telling pies and also that I now own a “Frankie Say Relax” T-Shirt. Not “Frankie Says Relax” because those aren’t the real deal. Ha!

HALLO

LOOK THERE I AM

Here I am again.

Gosh I’m adorable

Myself and my very good friend Bee, in his 70s Freddie Mercury costume and myself in my 80s/90s Raver costume.

2. I spent a lot of time at the Olympics, because I got a few tickets, luckily have siblings who also got tickets, and additionally have friends who got tickets. The atmosphere in London was simply electric. There are no other words. I also got to athlete bother two of my utmost favourites, Jessica Ennis and Greg Rutherford (phwoar) as someone mentioned that they were passing so I hotfooted it after them. In the rain. With holey shoes. They were SO NICE. Their minders didn’t want them to stop as they were going to interviews but Greg Rutherford stopped and everything.

Terrible angle, but yes you can appreciate the gorgeous ginger power. And yes I did ask him if people say he looks like Neil Patrick Harris. He responded “All the time.”

Nobody spotted Jennis because she was walking with her hood up, but I did! I was going to tell her how gorgeous she is but I didn’t want to seem creepier than I already was.

3. Due to both of the above I’ve barely been fashionising. There is nothing quite like having the Olympics in your home town. And I’m wonderful at procrastination so I’ve kept putting off blogging, then putting some time aside, but then getting overwhelmed with the amount I have to do…so putting it off again…

Happy as a clam

4. On Thursday I went to my first fashion event in a while, the launch of Plongée Clothing (pronounced Plaun-jay as opposed to Plon-gi as I say) invited by the wonderful Nik Thakkar at the lovely Riding House Cafe. Named after the French word for ‘diving’ (plunge, geddit?), the label is a collection of classic separates inspired by the ease of lifestyle in the South of France, for those who love effortless dressing that doesn’t need to be brash, OTT or flashy, with lots of detailing which is extremely well priced for the quality, I was pleasantly surprised to say.

It was a delightful evening tempered with lots (and lots of dessert). I had a filling two days prior and my dentist told me off for eating too many sweets. Well, I regret (mostly) nothing.

The little diver is pink because I have a vagina.

5. I am also moving to New York in a few weeks for permsies. I can do that thanks to my wonderful mother, as I hold US residency. Ergo, I will do that. More on that later.

And yes I will blog sooner expanding on all these points, and more! And keep your eyes out for a redesign also.

xxxo and all that – Sabrina

Photos taken on a Fujifilm X10 courtesy of TALK PR

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