Valentine's. It's all (red and pink) pants.

Guess what folks?! It's VALENTINE'S day soon. Got that? VALENTINE'S!!! Do you like what I've done there with the shouty caps, and the exclamation marks? Do ya? Do ya?? Welcome to my world, where I have been receiving emails and press releases plugging various bits of cheap, red/pink tat, since December. And now it's time for me to spread the love.

So hey, what have we here? Red foldable ballet pumps, you say? Floral jewelry? Red roses? Red lingerie? Why, how imaginative of you. How has no one ever thought of this before... Okay I can't keep up the pretense any longer. Dear world and his wife, I get it! Soon it will be Valentine's day. A day, apparently, of giving random red and pink things to the ones you love.

Some of the more random things, I've received?

Well step right up folks and observe the amazing red rose panties! Yes, you heard me. It's a pair of red knickers cleverly disguised as a rose. Perfect for simultaneously conveying your undying love while sneakily eliciting the possibility of a gratitude-shag. Lovely.

For the enviromentally conscious lover, why not give the gift that just keeps on giving? Light, that is. The one you love wants... An Ionic Bulb. Oh yes they do. Because who can deny the innate sexiness of 75% energy savings and a patented air purifying microchip? How do I love thee, let me count the dander...

Better still, why not "free your hands up for romance" with The Racktrap. This lovely Valentine's limited edition pouchette fit's snugly in your bra, so you you can put in all those pesky things that would usually go in a clutch like keys or loose change. Giving a whole new meaning to the phrase "shake your money maker."

You know what you could really, really do with this valentine's? What would really just make all your love come down? Pink Spanx. There. I said it. Pink. Spanx. You're welcome.

Seriously, though, you know who could use some love right about now? Haiti. Throw a fundraiser, sell some Valentine's hearts, do a bake sale, then give generously. Spread the real love. HERE. Thank you.

Spring awakening

I love musical theatre. I love it for all the reasons that people who hate musicals hate musicals - the spontaneous bursting into song, the dance routines, the costumes, Andrew Lloyd-Webber (okay, maybe not).

My love of musicals is the reason why I will still pick the old fashioned Disney 2d animations over those whizzy new Pixar ones anyday. If ain't got a singing Genie or Satyr then it's just not Disney, dammit! I am so glad to see that Disney has returned to it's roots with The Frog Prince and I can't wait to see it. My love of musicals is why I fell in love with Glee.

Anyway, this isn't a post about Disney. It's not even a post about musicals. It's a post about a musical, specifically Spring Awakening. I went to see it last year at the Lyric Hammersmith and it was A-mazing. I laughed, I cried, I ooh-ed, I aah-ed. The music was fantastic, the story was poignant but mostly I loved the costumes. The boy's costumes. They all dressed like this:

This is how I want to dress. Forever. The guy up there is Moritz. He was my favourite character in Spring Awakening because he got to sing all the kick-ass rock songs. And then he killed himself. Smell the teen angst! I have this postcard on my wall and everytime I look at it I want to go in search of knickerbockers and a fitted blazer.

This is how I would interpret the look:
It's all a bit Janelle Monae. Love this girl. Check out this vid:

Is it a dress, is it a jacket, is it a... hot mess?

You know me, I have love for the Margiela, and experimenting is never a bad thing, but I honestly don't know what I'm supposed to be feeling looking at this other than "I think I feel a migraine coming on..." or maybe more accurately "Well, someone did a raid of charity shops last week..."