I’m still an animal

Thank you NY Mag for once again showing some good shit!

Miike Snow everybody, welcome welcome welcome

The Future is Black-Market-Baby

I’m sorry, but these are probably the best leggings on the face of the earth. Yes, I’m enthusiastic! But seriously, hotttttt. By Black Market Baby, totally going with my theme of leather for this Fall/Winter in every possible way. Should I feel just a little guilty that winter seems to poking it’s head in and I’m not utterly depressed?? I mean if you had these leggings you’d be wishing that the days would cool too..

Kind of goes perfectly with my 4 inch stilettos and newest clutch – no?

Or for a more downbeat day version – about with these clogs. I always thought, no No to clogs. But I think I’m coming round. You’ll find these at Urban Outfitters by Swedish Lovelies Hasbeens who are anything but.

More pictures care of Black Market Baby:

CLUTCH CANDY CONTINUED..

I’ve been busy, I’ve been glued to my Singer making up more and more and more.  These two are limited edition, both hides were from Australia and New Zealand when I lived there and have traveled about as much as anyone with wanderlust could hope to.

Exterminate..Exterminate..

Does this not remind you of a Dalek?? Not intentional I can assure you, but certainly springs to mind right?

Flash Dance

Right in time for the Flash Dance premiere…

Get your goodies HERE

Candy Clutches

My Friend Kimberly Johnson has a saying when she has something too too fabulous on – she purses her lips and says “I’m sorry, are you talking to me?” New clutches coming in new colours, starting out with gold and pale pink. Oversized and overwhelmed. Get them here: STORE

I mean, perfect for a wedding, perfect for a night out. I know my own gold one garners almost more attention than me…

Red is the new Blonde

“Hello, my name is Kelly Reid and I’m a red-head.”

My mother on her wedding day had gorgeously long (dyed) auburn red hair simply parted in the centre, a flowing Holly Hobby style dress, nude cork wedge platforms, it was the 70’s, and my father wore a purple suit, brown brogues and a smile from ear to ear.

Cue some 24 years later and there is me – sprouting gray hairs, and pouting with the loss of my chestnut brown hair. Like my mother before me, it was that time to begin the fakery of dying. I made it beyond my cousins who were unlucky to be cursed with the grays before high school finished, I turned to my hairdresser and said what can we do? Oh you don’t have that many (liar-thank you, and I’ll be sure to tip you extra) and let’s shake up that cut you’ve got going on. So began my journey into The Salon Wonderful where you are loved and pampered by tanned Italian men.

And here is where the red-head within began peeking her head out. All I wanted was my original colour and defiantely my curls ignored me and in the warm tones of brown forced me to be The Auburn. It was around about this time that Nicole Kidman was going Strawberry Blonde and my gorgeous gay Scottish friend suggested I follow suit. No, I insisted, I will not be a red-head. We upped the Ash and pushed away my closeted red.

Add another 5 years on and unable to fight her anymore I turned myself over to my latest hairdresser who is naturally a strawberry blonde and said let’s do it. Let’s lighten it up, let’s bring her out. We did, I look fabulous and somewhat like Nicole in Days of Thunder, pre-Tom and pre-Botox. I got a simple tattoo in Latin meaning ‘Dare to be Unique’, I switched up my wardrobe to account for my new hair and felt like some reincarnation of Olivia Newton-John’s character Sandy. I attracted a much younger man I’m sure with these new colours and nearly snared him except his current new girlfriend had him first. His parting words – I mean, I really like you, you’re so great and your hair is fantastic.

Needless to say his brunette lasted a further two weeks but me and Red had moved on. Moral to the story, embrace your Red, Red is the new Blonde, Red will get you what you want, Red will get you laid.