Tuesday, 28 June 2011

It's been a while...

Hey ya'll,

Firstly, thank you for still reading this blog. I really appreciate each person that visits this little place in the WWW and those that take the time to leave lovely comments.
I just wanted to let you know that I am now blogging under a different name, in a different place. 

Dusky is at rest for now - although I do have plans for future adventures with this place.

You can find me blogging under my real name, Sophie Little, HERE.

Much love,


Tuesday, 23 November 2010

Work Clothes and B R O T H E R S

I made it to day two of caring about what I wear to work.
This was such a feat this morning, that I've been treating myself all day long to tons of sugary treats.

I'm about to venture out of the house to a mammoth 6 hour practice tonight with my new band


You can check out our crazy songs HERE.

Tomorrow morning I'm becoming a market stall holder for work!
Starting at 6am and standing in the cold until the afternoon, giving out information about the history of the high street.
Everything I wear tomorrow will be thermal and unattractive for sure.
So take a glance at what I wore today instead:




I heart my mittens on string.


Monday, 22 November 2010

Work Clothes

I’m really struggling to come to terms with the concept of work clothes.

When I was a student getting dressed was easy-peasy. Sometimes I didn’t even get dressed – I’d just wear nighties and watch films all day. I was living the cliché and loving it.

Now that I’ve graduated (see HERE) and I’m working two very different jobs, playing in two bands and presenting two radio shows - picking outfits has become a total chore. 
I don’t have any rules or guidelines to follow and that makes things EVEN HARDER because I’m constantly trying to assess what it acceptable and what is not acceptable in the work place. 
Most of my dresses and skirts only just cover my bee-hind and I’m pretty sure that’s not ok.

I wish I could wear nighties everywhere.

The stress of thinking about appropriateness means most days I wear plain clothes and no make up. This makes me feel rubbish and slightly sad. BOO HOO.

So I’m turning over a new leaf. From now on I shall stop wallowing in confusion. I will be dauntless in my clothing choices.

Here is today’s attempt at:

a)    Dressing for work at the BBC 

b)    Avoiding a Dana Scully skirt-suit





What do you wear to work? 


Friday, 2 July 2010


I'm sooo all about being thrifty at the moment.

I have to be - I'm in the process of making the biggest purchase of my life to date (details to follow when everything is actually set in stone). 
It's mega exciting, but admittedly, my lack of golden nuggets has been draining my fun a bit!

Whenever I have to tighten the old purse strings, I turn to my bible - The Thrift Book by India Knight.

I've posted about it before because it is just exceptionally motivational.
She writes intelligently about simple thrift on a range of topics - from food, to beauty, to clothes and beyond. 
It's amazing. Enough said. Invest in a copy, or borrow it from the library and read it cover to cover. I insist!

So, my point, is that when faced with the cold and boring reality of keine Geld, make something out of nothing.


This is literally the culmination of aging scraps I found in my cupboard/fridge and a basic recipe with improvised extras




Caramelised onion, mustard and thyme scones, topped with crunchy sunflower seeds and Red Leicester


Served with butter, boyfriend and a best friend for a night in swapping football stickers (which were given to me in the first place... so it was super super free!). A happy alternative to wallowing in moneyless self-pity.

I'm not going to lie. Knowing that there are so many things I have been eyeballing for eternity in the summer sales at LouLou Loves YouAgent Provocateur, Vivienne Westwood and Topshop (to name just 1%), is SLOWLY CRUSHING MY SOUL. 
My lack of will power means that browsing them is unfortunately a daily occurance, but my new, tight fisted mind set just makes it is a fruitless, frigid activity that leaves me sad, lonely, and all the more frustrated.

Don't even get me started on festivals, holidays and summer nights out.

However, somewhere deep in my mind, I believe that it can actually be more fun, having no money. Seriously. 
It makes me appreciate everything single thing I am already lucky enough to have.

Saving money might not be sexy to most people, but a rancid turn off for me is having stuff you can't even recall buying two days after tapping in your 4 digit pin.
Food is just the beginning in my path to saving millions ... I'll show you more soon!