Sponge Me!

So, I finally caved and got the gorgeously kooky Chanel transfer tattoos. And when I say finally, I am aware their release was barely two minutes ago but, believe me, that was a long wait!! I have blogged about these temporary beauties before, and was all up for getting them, but after a lot of hassle being put on the waiting list (Harrods: "I'm sorry, we don't do a waiting list.." Me: "Well, why don't you start one and whack my namesake on it?" Harrods: "...OK") and a rather cutting article from Lisa Armstrong damning them, I curbed my enthusiasm and contented myself with biscuits and things.
But there I was, wandering through Selfridges, when I saw the utterly fabulous pop up Chanel shack a la S/S 2010 and before I knew where I was, I was perched on an unstable stool whilst some lovely lady sponged some cute little swallows on my blades and chatted to me about life, the universe and everything Chanel. The nice assistants will apply a tattoo or two on for you if you like when you buy your tattoos from there. At £49, they're about the cheapest slice of Chanel catwalk you're going to get. And, they're VERY fun. Go on, festoon yourself with them.

All gain, no pain

In the words of bouffant haired little Lily Allen, it's not fair and I think you're really mean. Lagerfeld, Lagerfeld, Lagerfeld. First I wanted the bag. Then the shoes. Then the pearls. Then more shoes. Then the glasses. Then, oh yes, more shoes. And now you've made me want, oh horror of horrors, temporary tattoos. I don't think I've sponged one of those babies on since I was about twelve. I remember distinctly having a rather garish phoenix plastered upon my shoulder on a hot summers day at Primary school; the colours really were so gruesome that they remain seared into my head to this day. But I'd be more than happy to turn back time and forget all the faux pas that have gone before, and affix a few classy CCs onto my person. Nape? Shoulder? Wrist? The skinny little things on the catwalk had gorgeous garters of the tongue in chic tatts about the tops of their thighs (but with the weather as it is at the moment, I doubt anyone will be seeing more than my ankle in the near future. Too. Bloody. Cold) and wrapped around their forearms. Beautiful. I wasn't so keen on the clogs, but Karl's won me over with 55 cute individual designs featuring all the symbols that Chanel is known for. Available from March, I shall be onto Chanel immediately tomorrow to put my name on the waiting list, as I wouldn't be surprised if everyone works themselves into a frenzy a la the great "Jade Nail Paint Incident" of 09.
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