When I was a kid, just becoming aware and interested in fashion, shops like Primark did exist - but they were only the place to go for cheap vest tops and pyjamas. They had as little interest in trends and style as ... actually, no I won't go there. My point is, the only time I could afford wardrobe updates was my birthday whereas these days - kids can pop into Primark with their £5 pocket money every weekend and still pick themselves up a new top or dress. These shops churn out trends, throwing out new stock weekly, a fast spinning carrousel of fast, disposable fashion. To be honest, I don't know if I was better off without it as a kid, because now when I buy something - I appreciate it. I don't shrug when I stain it and think 'ah well, I'll just buy another for a couple of quid' and throw it away without a second thought.

I can't tell you how many times I've seen pictures of these Spiked Jeffrey Campbell Litas and been so overcome with shoe lust that I very almost burst into tantrum tears of biblical proportions. I think in normal circumstances, that may make me sound a bit of a brat - and I can assure you, in said normal circumstances, I really wouldn't go to such extremes but, come on, look at them. It's like JC has been foraging about in my dreams. Of course I could have bought fakes - they're absolutely everywhere - and had at least some resemblance of them sooner, but they just weren't the same. Besides, apparently it's true what they say about those who wait.

I finally caved and bought two of the most amazing pairs of shoes ever on Nasty Gal, the experience was peaceful, pain free, until I got the letter from Customs to say that they were holding my shoes hostage until I paid them a traumatic amount of money. MY boots! For an entire week, I could do nothing - I didn't have the money - but eventually, after thinking about my boots sitting in an ominously cold warehouse by themselves as incentive, I managed to get the money for their ransom. And they arrived today. The first pair are the Jeffrey Campbell Spiked Litas - which are unspeakably amazing, but which I will save my gushing over for another day - the second are my very tangible ideal that I haven't managed to shake from my head.

There's been snow warnings all week, we haven't had a single flake but it's been bitterly cold, so aside from family birthdays and visits, I've pretty much been hibernating. Today is the first day in a while that it hasn't been painfully cold to be anywhere other than under a duvet, so I picked through my wardrobe piece by piece to get passed the small pile of fall-back pieces that I tend to depend on heavily. The low slung auburn light in the sky drew me to this top, which is possibly the most perfect top ever. I love the slouchy cut, the weight of the knit and the beautiful colour that manages to sit against my skin without making me look like Casper the friendly ghost.

The Black Milk bones swimsuit and I have had quite a long history. I wanted it immediately, obviously, but I already had the bones leggings - so I left it alone. Since then, every time I've made an order, the swimsuit has always been top of my wish list, but due to limited funds, I always reasoned myself out of buying it when coming to that crushing prioritising phase of the checkout. You know, where you have to realistically break down what you want from what you can afford. This time I ordered it: my general rule is that if you can't stop thinking about something, then that something is for you.

Following yesterday's declaration of undying love for Black Milk, along with a recent delivery, expect to see Black Milk goodness popping up a lot for the foreseeable future. I have this incessant need to wear new things immediately, so I'll be working my way though my latest binge. It's just a small warning, but I won't go on about it I swear. So, anyway - service announcement over - this morning I woke up feeling kind of like I've been run over a couple of times. I'm not sure why, but I was planning on spending the majority of the day shrivelled up beneath my duvet.

Okay, confession. I may or may not have become slightly obsessed with finding colourful graffiti with a very obvious affinity for amusing animals after finding the Packin' Penguin the other day. Can you tell? Ha. We spotted the cycling Gorilla on the same day, but kept his location as a mental note to come back to another day. With a fitting outfit. And what could be as equally amazing as a spray painting Gorilla riding a pink bike than the Black Milk Beetlejuice skirt? Nothing. That's the answer to that.

It may be fairly obvious after only a few minutes spent flicking through the 'inspiration' section that one of my biggest style icons, along with Alice Dellal, is Taylor Momsen. Post Gossip Girl. I especially love how she uses old band T-Shirts as dresses with suspenders and killer boots: it was the only image that filled my mind as I started today's outfit with the Henry Holland bone tights and the rocker boots that I'm completely infatuated with currently. Okay, so I don't have Taylor Momsen's legs, but I do have an Orphans Arms Tee that I've been waiting to pull out.

I've been depending heavily on all black outfits lately, and although that's pretty much standard procedure for me - I was beginning to become frustrated with the dull sky, the cutting cold weather and the general lack of colour in life mid-January. I need sunshine and warmth for my sanity, apparently. So, to perk myself up a little, I decided to throw a sartorial pink punch into the mix, with the aid of the fruits of a recent ASOS binge.

I can't often wear watches. The metal on the back of the face does something particularly unfriendly to my sensitive skin. But I get by without one, it's not really a big issue. It seems strange to me that to someone of my Grandad's generation, a watch is vitally important. He owns about fifty of the things, he's usually tinkering with them, changing the battery or something, and never leaves the house without one. I usually check the time on my phone.