Etsy obsession of the week: Bring me robots!

Today's etsy obsession is on a theme, rather than from a particular shop. I have an inner geek that loves Star Wars, watching old cartoons, and robots: so imagine my delight when in the etsy "geekery" section I found a whole area dedicated to robots. I couldn't resist scouring through every single page, and oohing and ahhing over all the robot goodies I could fill my house with! Here are my three picks of the best robot shops that etsy has to offer:

Beatup creations Star Wars plates. I am so in love with these! The individual plates are around $40. The cake serving plate set with cake stand is $250. With a tea set like this i'd have tea parties every single day: and if anything is going to entice boys into enjoying the essentially girly activity of afternoon tea and cakes then it's got to be the heady mix of cake and Star Wars. I can't explain how excited I was when I saw these: I want it all!

Sweetheartsinner creations necklaces. These necklaces are all handmade using old movie posters: if you're not a robot geek like me you can also pick up Audrey Hepburn, pin up girls, Victoriana, and a whole host of wonderful black and white movies too. Each necklace comes in at $7.00, which is an absolute bargain: so good, you don't have to choose just one!

Stars and Robots pillows. The first thing you notice about these pillows is how cute their little robot faces are: it almost looks like they're smiling. The robots are made from left-over fabrics and recycled clothing and at $12 each, they'd make a really great present too!

I can't get enough of robots; I even bought robot fabric to make new pillows for our study/spare room. Now, if I get my way, they'll be making their way into the kitchen and living room too!

Love, Tor xx

A change is better than a rest!

I'm not one for whinging, but to cut a long story short, things haven't been all hunky dory (a phrase not used enough I don't think!) in Tor World of late. Yesterday I moved from my grotty horrible room in a grotty horrible flat full of grotty horrible people (you get the idea!) and into my sisters spare room. Living with my sister will be a true delight, however this maneovure technically makes me homeless! Believe it or not I did this of my own accord: such was the grottiness of the flat! However fear not, because I am a young lady with a plan: once Christmas is out of the way I shall be flat hunting for a beautiful home all of my very own. And to keep my spirits up in the meantime, I am dreaming of all the beautiful things I want to put in it.

First up are some robert ryan tiles. In my head (where i'm much better at crafts than I am in real life) I would use just one (they're quite expensive!) surrounded by plain blue and brown tiles as the centre piece of a cutsey kitchen table where I will sullenly eat my cornflakes every morning until it catches my eye and makes me smile. My tile of choice is this one:

If i'm allowed to be greedy (and why not, when you're feeling a bit down and making lists of fictional things you really want for your fictional home) I would also have this rob ryan screenprint:

How cutsey? I truly believe this man is genius; each of his prints is touching, and each carries a message that seems so simple but so true.


I don't believe in minimalism. I think a home should be cluttered with trinkets and things you can forget about and then get excited when you accidentally stumble across them: my attitude to my home is the same as my attitude to my wardrobe I guess!

So here are the new trinkets I will be adding to my already vast collection:

When I was a wee girl of 18, I brought an ex boyfriend the best present from an antique shop near my parents house: a set of babooshka dolls each representing one of the russian presidents since the fall of the last tsar (part animal part caractiture, if you're interested!). Oh how I wish i'd kept them for myself! However I think this set of hideous yet strangely appealing cat dolls would more than make up for it! Speaking of Russian dolls did anyone else see how fab the dolls created by Burberry for Russian Vogue were? I think they're still on the website!

2 Christmases ago my mum and dad brought me the most amazing gift; a hand crafted chess set from the sixties in a beautiful wooden box. Each set are carved to represent the chinese and invading armys (in blue and in yellow) and what i love most about it is because it has been hand carved and hand painted, each piece is different. However, this set didnt come with a board; I always said I wooden cheapen them with a plastic board, and I haven't found the perfect one. Until now: this is shabby yet distinguished all at the same time. Like a battle weavied old man who won't talk about what he's been through; I love it.

And finally, the thing i'm most excited about. I had this idea once that I wanted a footstool. An old-fashioned footstool which I could restore and make my own. I wanted to strip the wood and paint it turquoise and then replace the fabric with robot print fabric. I don't know why; I just conjured this impractical idea up on the tube one day and now I plan on turning into reality. After literally hours of scouring for it, here is the robot print fabric:

Although i'm also quite fond of the spaceships now that I think about it:

Hmmm, robots or spaceships? Robots or spaceships? It's a touch call, but one i'm happy to distract myself with making!


Sorry for the trip into home decorating guys: Back with more fashion and frivolity and less interior nightmares tomorrow, I promise!

Love Tor x

Oy (+90s breasts)

Hello blogosphere,

Sorry for the loooong gap in posting. I have been doing art school-ish things and Tor, well Tor's just lazy what with her two jobs and MA. I keep texting her and casually remarking on how sleep is for the weak but she didn't catch the hint. Wuss.

Did you know that I, Rebecca A. Wigmore, am an official Graduate Teaching Assistant in the Creative Writing department of Norwich School of Art & Design? That's right, look mildly impressed. I haven't worked in such a long time blogosphere because of demned illness and I hope I can convey to you with the enthusiasm held only by those new to the workforce, how much I enjoy dressing myself for my rudimentary teaching work.

The formula is: art school + authority + 80s bitch shoulders + (legs out - tits*) + heavy kohl + Chanel lipstick
*tits are gauche and not remotely art school

Authority can be found in a surprising number of garments. These include but are not limited to: an H&M boys blazer with secret skull lining, puffed sleeve black jackets, sexy grey shift dresses, 1940s turquoise chiffon capes, zebra dresses with clashing gold & silver jewellery.

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I am well avant garde, me.

Ah, i-d how I miss you. When poverty slackens its choke-hold you are so back on my purchasing roster. I even feel nostalgic for their rough trade male models, which speaks highly of my fondness for the publication as male models are as anathema to me as girl models are to straight men.

My boyfriend is an avowed metrosexual, is highly tolerant of my fashion gush and indeed professes admiration for this Lanvin dress. However, he cannot see his way to approving the model and in his own words is "frightened by her clavicle" and is thus "thoroughly disinclined to tap that boney ass." This is not an unusal position for the heterosexual man. It's been a long time since models were uniformly tappable. How I long for the early 1990s...

Ellen Von Unwerth givin' it great guns w/Schiffer


1993.
This is why POP devoted this quarter's issue to Stephanie Seymour. Don't you miss glamour/blatantS&M? I know I do. Fo' totes.




This is '98 so cheating a bit. But look at her jaw. That's frickin gold right there. Naomi can beat me to death with her Blackberry anytime.

Helena working Barbarella in '89 - read this from Le Style Sauvage, it'll give you a real Paco Rabanne orgasmotron kinda day. I particularly love this picture - enough to send me a-ebayin' for the comic books

It only rekindles my long held love for Brent Spiner. I do like a bit of semi-robotic erotics.

Altogether now: Data, Data, the ultimate vibrator.

Shalom Harlow contributing the obligatory Disney reference for this post.


The blessed and sacred Linda.

Wow. I miss tits in fashion, don't you? I miss being slightly scared of the models. I miss sex. This is an oft-heard complaint I know, but unless we keep crying and throwing our toys around, well, shit ain't gunna get done. This youtube clip has been on many blogs but I thought I'd include it here as a neato piece of contrast. This is Behati Prinsloo, Coco Rocha and Kelly Dawson playing in their hotel room.

It's adorable, sure but it also provided me with some cold hard perspective. These models, who we're instructed to look upon as arbiters of womanhood and all that is fashion, sexy and fabulous, they are adorable but they're also teenagers. Adorable, slightly irritating teenagers. Again, Wigmore makes an obvious point but there is so much in the way of masquerade and glamour on the catwalk that it bears reminding and re-reminding that the women on the catwalk whose bodies and lifestyle we've been conditioned to crave, most of them still travel with beloved plush animals. Nothing wrong with childishness per se - I have a very nice cuddly Snowy dog, but I ain't lugging him to work. I have shoulder pads to live up to.

Your pal,

Becky.