Saturday, 28 June 2014

Well, hello

This has been a long time coming, and it would be charming to say that that's because of something profound or deep or really meaningful, but in reality it's because coming up with a blog name you're prepared to stick with is hard work. It proved hard to be inventive or clever, without making people just like me roll their eyes. So I settled. You could easily call the name a touch dreamy or even plain frustrating. I'd call also call it selfish. Born in the city, and living the city stereotype. Give me it all. It's half greed, half ambition. It sends my inner cynic and dreamer into disarray- they find it difficult to co-exist. Oh, perfect world of contradiction.

I go by Belle, which is clearly just because I'm the Belle of ball, as opposed to it coming quicker off the tongue than the full monty. If there was ever a girl who wished incessantly about being a lady who could lunch without breaking the bank, look no further. For now, I'm a broke girl with an unhealthy love of high-heeled shoes and posh boys whose jaw lines don't move. Especially the latter, especially when they're actors. Beware though, that interest does extend past the pretty faces frequented by my tumblr dashboard. I also have a habit of talking too fondly about the theatre and other forms of 'art' considered lesser by self-proclaimed thespians.

Equal to my love of an articulate young gentleman is my love for my wardrobe. In fact, true to the implications of the name, I've got an inkling this could be just like a lonely hearts column, just with dresses and shoes and things.

Enjoy, I insist.

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