I love men, but not as much as I love my Louis!!

Afternoon Bloggers,

For those of you, who like me, are unemployed, you know that the most excruciating part of this lifestyle is the boredom. People think sitting at home watching "My Mum Is Actually My Grandfather" or "My Brother Is Under The Delusion He Is Eminem and Has Impregnated Everyone Within An 8 Mile Radius" on Jeremy Kyle all day everyday is a break - but it isnt. It merely reminds you that the people on the television may be ...unconventional...in their ways, but at least they are getting paid to be so.

So, what does one do when she has all this time on her hands? Movies!! My friend Kate and I can usually be found on an Orange Wednesday pooling our resources - she is also part of our job hunt crew -  watching a film. Together Kate and I rather resemble David Dickinson, as I relish a bargain and she shares her colouring with a Satsuma. I joke, she has been known to resemble a cross of Audrey Hepburn and Zooey Deschanel....see K, it's not all horrible! Anyway... last week we found ourselves enjoying the delights of W.E. Now, if you are not going to see this movie because you dont like the fact it is written and directed by Madonna, PLEASE reconsider. It would be the same injustice as if we didnt eat chocolate because we knew it would make us fat - not acceptable. The movie is poignant, moving and there is not a cone bra in sight. In fact, the costuming in this piece is rather beautiful. There is one line in the movie where Wallis Simpson admits she is neither beautiful, nor clever but that she dresses better than any woman she knows and that if everyone in the room looks at her when she enters, she knows she will have made Edward proud. For those of you who dont know W.E is the movie about Wallis Simpson and her marriage to Prince Edward. It has been deemed one of the most tragic love-stories of all time.

Wallis confessing that she dressed to make her husband proud makes me think. Throughout history there has often been the misconception that women dress to please the other sex. This is not true. Yes, Audrey Hepburn may have worn that long black sheath to impress her sugar daddy in jail and yes Marilyn Monroe may have worn a white dress that happened to become the thing of men's dreams, but who really has the control here? As is shown in that well known scene in The Devil Wears Prada where a cerulean belt becomes the starring actress, there is never a moment when most of us women do not calculate to the point of perfection what we will be wearing and why. Style is not a thing only some women have - if you wear only jeans and a t-shirt, then that is your style. Those who deny they follow trends, are merely making their own. Fashion for women is all empowering. It is one thing that men will trail behind us in. They may make more money as the CEO,  but we will we be the one turning heads as their assistant CEO in the new to die for McCartney trouser suit; cut so perfectly to our body shape you almost feel it rude to look at us.

Everyday I wear a dress, or jeans, or sweatpants, or a t-shirt or a cardigan, but it is my choice. If a woman walks into a room and everyone stares at her, she should not be worried if her husband is proud, but more is she portraying the seductress, business woman, best friend or daughter that she wants to be seen as in this outfit? So if today you want to look classy like Wallis or you want to look businessy in pearls like the Iron Lady, make sure you remember to be proud of your beloved partners, but to be proud of your Prada more.

Becky xx

I want to be celery....

"The first thing you should know is that I am"...unemployed. For those of you who get the "Intimate Adventures of a London Call Girl" reference, I am not a whore. I just really like the book...

Unemployed is perhaps the ugliest word that one can carry in her repertoire. It is worse than 'fat', 'unattractive' or even 'stupid' as it comes with connotations....ie - due to one or all of the aforementioned words, you are unable to land yourself a job. I am not fat, hopefully not unattractive and not stupid yet it seems I am unable to find myself sat in an office eating a cereal bar chatting about the weekend with a co-worker. So what am I doing wrong? It is not to say that I am not searching for a job... I like the word 'searching' it is more realistic to the situation I am in. I want to be in the fashion industry and unless you have a pair of Gucci binoculars you are unlikely to spot the one job hidden at the end of Oxford Street...and even if you do spot it, the girl with the 26 internships including one at Vogue and a year at Burberry is likely to pip you to the post.

On a daily basis I wake up excited about applying for more opportunities that cause me to imagine myself in just a few years time sat next Karl Lagerfeld at a fashion show in Paris, laughing and stuffing my face with Nutella crepes. By 10am however I am no longer sending CVs to the creme de la creme of the fashion world...because they are too busy sending me rejection e-mails to read that I happen to have an enjoyment of Les Miserable and that my answer to their entrepreneurship question is "there was that one time I made tea cosies with my Nan". Ah the rejection email. It is more painful than your first break-up, more painful than that time your best friend told you no, it wasnt the skinny jeans that made you look fat, it was because your legs had gotten chunky and MUCH more painful than the time you turned up to school in uniform on the day that happened to be "Dress Like You're in Fame" day. It causes you to: call your mother and blame her for giving birth to you; eat an entire box of Dairy Milk (both levels) and stand watching yourself wailing in front of a mirror because you need to know if you are an ugly crier on top of everything else.

Alas! There is hope at the end of the tunnel however, for you look around you and all of your friends are unemployed! You remember that we are in fact in middle of a 17 year unemployment high and you feel a little better. I am not a pessimistic person and I know I will get a job eventually; experience is the key.

So if you want to hear ramblings of how this Glossota (Gloucester - Minnesota) girl is getting on then please read my blog. I will have good days and bad days, but I will eventually be BFFFFFFF with DVF - she just doesnt know it yet. I will be top of the fashion food chain - which I believe means I want to be celery, given the industry I want to go into. Remember a moment on the lips is another 4 months in HR begging the Press office to let you be a runner on the next season fashion shoot...

See you all tomorrow - I will be the one trying to tell my mother my jumper has not gotten too tight for me, I am merely going for the Marilyn Monroe look.

Becky xx

PS - Word of the day thanks to Frank Skinner: Blinge - an alternative to vajazzle.