I never wanted a dog. The day the rest of my family went to collect Macy I threw something of a tantrum and sulked with friends. I was convinced we'd become 'doggy people' - the sort of house where visitors find stray hairs in their soup and the smell of wet dog hits you like a slap on the side of the head when you walk through the door. No - it just wasn't for me.
She turned up wrapped in a baby pink towel, the size of my sister's hand; a tiny white ball of fluff making strange noises. I eyed her warily. I tried my very, absolute hardest not to get too involved, and I succeeded. For all of five minutes.
From that day onwards Macy became my best friend. I can't tell you how or when it happened - I had to let my guard down eventually and I suppose that when I did she pounced. I appreciate that for many of you I will sound like a lunatic, lacking in social interaction and in need of a wider friendship network... but there it is.
I used to wonder how people could get so attached to animals - a pet is a pet, when they die you just buy another one, right? Or so I thought eight years ago. As it goes now, I'm trying my upmost to refrain from physically assaulting the next person who makes such a statement.
Macy had a personality. I was always surprised at how people reacted towards her once they really got to know her. Once they'd gotten past her penchant for pigeons, her casual racism and insatiable appetite, the way she'd bark incessantly at the television just as your favourite programme was about to begin, the fact that she would demand a sleepover every time I was home and would wait until everyone was about to fall asleep to take over the entire bed (Jack particularly loved this bad habit), or even the way she would get jealous and scratch at the legs of anyone who ever tried to show me any sign of affection (many previous boyfriends bear the scars to prove it).
Once you really got to know her you'd see how she loved unconditionally and never judged, licked my tears when I cried (okay so she liked the taste of salt, but still), and made every bad situation I've gone through in the last eight years that little bit easier to handle simply by walking with me.
Making the decision to let her go and saying goodbye yesterday was the most horrible thing I've ever had to do. So whilst I might usually write about fashion and clothes and all of the style related things I'm ultimately obsessed with, I couldn't let this day go past without saying something about a little dog who made me very, very happy. In my next post no doubt I'll be back to gushing over shoes and my latest market bargain, but for now, I wanted to tell everyone how much I loved Macy. Because she deserved that much.
Last month I popped down to the Superdry AW13 Press Day at their flagship store on Regent Street to take a look at the next season's finest. There was everything I've come to expect from Superdry - neons, cosy hoodies, slogan tees, a colourful array of skinnies, a huge selection of sunglasses, their gorgeous new make-up range - and something entirely new.
Just after 6pm we were treated to rather tasty cocktails from the Experimental Cocktail Club and herded into a small, dark area at the back of the showroom. Wondering what on earth was in store, I sipped on my drink and chatted to the lovely Helen of styleandthensome.com, until all of a sudden a curtain rose and the preview was revealed. And so the Superdry + Timothy Everest collaboration was launched.
The set up was seriously impressive - a live room set with four models dressed as the characters from the collection: 'The Muse', 'The Country Rebel', 'The Rock Rebel' and 'The Town Coat Girl' whilst the DJ blasted an eclectic mix of tunes from David Bowie and Goldfrapp to the Pretenders.
I wasn't sure what to expect from this collaboration but I was pleasantly surprised - the clothes are a lot more wearable for someone of my age and tastes and there were a few pieces which caught my eye. The trans-seasonal collection is set to drop in store this month so I'll certainly be dropping by.
During the brief spell of sunshine we were granted last weekend I managed to drag Jack out onto the terrace to take a few photos for a long overdue outfit post.
With a holiday fast approaching I've had to seriously curb my spending in the past few months, but I couldn't resist taking a look at the Primark SS13 collection on my way home from work one evening. An hour later and £140 lighter (£140! When did it become possible to spend this much in Primark!?) I emerged clutching a bulging bag and an ever-increasing need for some serious sunshine. Their latest collection of summer dresses is seriously impressive - a few I would genuinely pay Topshop and Zara prices for (not something I'd usually say about a Primark creation).
This dress is one of my favourites. Whilst the pattern is reminiscent of a duvet cover, it caught my eye the second I walked through the door. I love the buttoned-up neck (my style staple) and cut-out sides, and the length is perfect for a Saturday stroll around the market. I can't help thinking it might look a little more flattering if my skin colour didn't exactly match the white of the dress, but I can see myself living in this one should summer decide to drop by again.
What do you think of the Primark SS13 collection?
As ever, I got highly over-excited at the sight of blue skies on Saturday and decided to dress for spring. Inspired by a hint of sunshine, I swapped my usual winter coat and black Zara bag for pretty pastels and this peachy tote.
Luckily it turned out to be an absolutely beautiful day, which gave me a chance to swan around London wearing my favourite floaty skirt (picked up in the Topshop summer sale last year for £20 - bargain!).
Jack and I went for a stroll along Southbank, from Westminster all the way up to St Pauls, and stopped off at the OXO Tower Bar for a few drinks to make the most of the sunny views. It's amazing what a bit of spring-like weather can do - I practically skipped along the river with a renewed hope that summer may actually arrive at some point this year.
After six long months of heavy coats, winter boots and an endless supply of black skinny jeans, it felt really nice to finally inject some colour into my outfit and head out without my usual arsenal of gloves, scarf and emergency 'extra layer'.
Hopefully spring is set to stay and this outfit won't be banished to the back of my wardrobe once again...
When spring rolls around (it will do, promise) I crave nothing more than fresh, fruity, summer scents - a stark contrast to the spicy, oaky perfume I'll have been living in through the winter months. As much as I love the classics, each year I spend hours spraying and sniffing my way through the Boots/Selfridges perfume counter trying to find the ultimate spring/summer scent.
It all started with the deliciously sweet Britney Spears Fantasy - literally like coating yourself in a layer of candy floss - and moved on over the years through the majority of the DKNY range, Victor & Rolf Flowerbomb, and various YSL offerings. When it comes to my taste in summertime perfume, the sweeter the better.
My most recent purchase is Madame by Jean Paul Gaultier. Still gorgeously sweet but with a real freshness about it, this scent feels like a grown up version of my teen obsession with the candy floss aroma. I almost feel like I've found the perfume to end the searching - but I know come next spring the pull of something 'fresh' and 'new' will win again.
Below are some of my favourite scents - fresh and fruity and guaranteed to put you in the mood for spring.
What are your favourite scents? Do you change over at this time of year?