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An exclusive, fantastical, fabulous, wonderful, whimsical, fancy, divine, unique, beautifully charming and quintessentially feminine sale!

Event: Merci Me Boutique Sale
What: Private discount sale - womenswear, vintage and accessories, limited but free bubbly!
Beginning on: Saturday, January 30 at 12:00pm
Ending: Saturday, January 30 at 4:30pm
Where: Paradise (By way of Kensal Green) 19 Kilburn Lane, Kensal Green, London W10 4NE
www.theparadise.co.uk - ‘A charming bohemian gastropub’ The Times

FINE PRINT: It's a cash only sale, but the bar will accept cards for drinks.

To see more details and RSVP, follow the link below:
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Amore Toujours

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On London Roads

 
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It has totally nothing to do with fashion BUT when I'm in traffic....I can't stand people who stare and stare at you and keep staring until you turn canine on them and show teeth, sometimes you have to make that face until their eyes whimper in another direction. Or how about the pedestrians walking in the middle of the road at a leisurely pace, like a stray dog, while you're steadily approaching at 30mph...have you not seen the advert with the broken girl at the foot of the tree? Cyclist too, who ride in the middle of the road like they have an engine and are protected by steel, nope let's see you reach a speed of 30mph from 0 to 10 secs especially when a car is ready to break your skeletal and bicycle frame. I didn't think so! Worst of all I can't stand incompetent drivers who appear to have been taught in a country with no roads, traffic lights or traffic signals. What a blatant lack of care for your passengers, some of which are innocent infants.
 
BEEP BEEP!
 
For shame! I try to be a Godly creature not touched by road rage but calm sometimes escapes me, thank goodness for my stereo. In my small and comfortable car this song has been the little pill I take to settle me. A friend always says to me 'when you hear drums you can't resist to dance'...I suspect it's some sort of African taunt but if I were honest, I am African and yes when I hear this song I feel like ripping off my clothes and wearing very little clothing, less than a foot of fabric.... something like the girls in Kanye West's Love Lockdown video (by the by some of which are painted black - like real black girls don't exist (appalling).

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'Ripping my clothes off?' you ask...Oui, that way I can fully and freely dance on the rhythm...especially the drums. It's the drop that does it for me, at 1min 38 secs in, this is where my heart is beating hard with excitement (que CSI imagery)...it's where I forget about the treachery of London traffic - that jay walking thirty something man I nearly ran over. And then at  1min 53 secs in i'm gone into another world with only music and me. Au reviour...and what's left is a Me Me smiling and waving to traffic challeneged individuals and appropriately singing 'it's all about me'.
 
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Riding the Fall

Since December 28th all that my days were filled with were home. I cocooned myself in my wombish warm home ...well until my siblings emotionally cornered me out. It was the 9th of January, out of the warmth and into the icy road (snow that looked as if someone had deliberately patted down and smoothed for extra slip factor)...oui, this is when I took possibly the second worst fall I have taken in my adult life, right there in the middle of the road where a car would have nicely ended my life. I'm allowed to be melodramatic (even though it was more a close than a road) my right arm, right leg and right back are still moaning with pain.

I can remember the little dance I did with the ice before my downward motion. A little slip at first 'oooo', then some fancy footwork 'aaaaaaa', then the hands were out for some kind of aero dynamic support, the little squeal came, then forward...oops too forward, then back...arms flapping wildly like an enraged swan. Then ultimately CRASH BANG WALLOP que scream. I was wearing my pvc riding boots, because wellingtons are not sexy enough. It has bright pink insulating lining so they are definitely warmer than wellies but I discovered that day they have no real practicality in walking on icy surfaces - except, however, to make the fall more handsome. This is when you physically pay for aesthetic.  Even my poor rabbit jacket received a hole in the back...truly indicative of how tragically funny my fall was, only I wasn't laughing but you may have. If only I was wearing padded panties!

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Unrealistic Sex and The City.

 
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No one can be more preoccupied with Sex and The City than me...So, I'm watching the old episodes but in my head is the question: How is it possible that Ms. Carrie Bradshaw, (before her books), is able to afford such a life? Or has someone bought it for her? Not anywhere on earth can you live in a financially inflated cosmopolitan city, right in the middle of it, writing a weekly column. Or are columnist making more than nuts now? Luncheons in trendy eating places, vip parties, boundless cosmopolitans, forget not the Louboutin, Gucci's and high end designer shoes, garments and couture gowns, AND cab fares enough to travel to Europe and back. Excuse me Ms. Bradshaw but me thinks your life does not exist. Not unless:
 
1. You're a high end prostitute on the side?
2. You're a secret pusher?
2. You're heavily indebted to banks, boyfriends, family and friends (in fact where is your family?)
3. You buy it, wear it and take it back: tag still attached...and you recycle this cash to buy your next outfit?
4. You're sleeping with your landlord, the bouncers, the bartenders, designers, shop owners and sales personnel to get it all free or heavily discounted?
5. You recieve weekly care packages that include clothes, tickets and money?
6. You're father died and you inherited his wealth?
7. You've stolen someones identity?
8. You steal these clothes and shoes?
9. 419?
10. Your friends are wealthy, connected and love to carry you?
11. You own a fake charity?
12. Investment fraud (think Bernard Madoff)?
13. You're a bank robber?
14. You invented something?
*NB:- These are not ideas.
 
I've done my calculations, being an Economics graduate, theoretically it's not possible for a life like this to be lived. Not unless one of the above is true...the only realistic thing is the city, and the strategically placed products (called product placement) she's wearing. Either way despite my love for sexe et la ville, I hate its lies! Poor petite femmes, captivated by the screen so big will think they can live on air and water, that notoriety is a given, as is an overly expensive fabulous life. Computer stylishly says no! Either way, I can't wait to see Sex and The City part deux (out May 28th).

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For You: The Boutique Sale (Let's Dress Up)

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ON SATURDAY 30th JANUARY 2010
Midday – 4:30 PM

It’s an exclusive, fantastical, fabulous, wonderful, whimsical, fancy, divine, unique, beautifully charming and quintessentially feminine sale!

Where?
Paradise – By way of Kensal Green
19 Kilburn Lane, Kensal Green, London W10 4NE
www.theparadise.co.uk - ‘A charming bohemian gastropub’ The Times

Merci Me (and gang) is giving you the New Year gift of a discount sale. Where there will be some pieces from the Merci Me 2009 Summer Collection, New & Exclusive pieces, Over The Top jewellery and accessories to treasure, the highly sought after chic Camel hair bags, other beautiful bags too, vintage designer denim, a Customise Me service, Design Me consultation, if you behave a giveaway with every purchase and bubbly. Oui, limited but FREE bubbly! All set in one of London’s trendiest bars.

You have been cordially invited so be sure to come and tell all & all of the chic ladies you know, who you think would be fascinated to come! Or keep it your stylish secret….

Whatever you decide...
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And if you've seen something you like, then request it (info@mercime.co.uk) or just message me if you like.
Either way I look forward to seeing you/meeting you!

FINE PRINT: It's a cash only sale, but the bar will accept cards for drinks.

Amore Toujours (Love Always)

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Ring of a Rose

I think I took the goat and its milk when I made this ring. But my golly who cares that it's bigger than my fist, it is truly gorgeous and so romantic. I call it 'Excusez Moi' because it politely tells you to give it attention and room. If it were a person it would be half Audrey Hepburn, half Carrie Bradshaw and would on this occassion go home to No.5, Sex and The City Drive where sitting on her classic chaise lounge, wearing 40's silk vintage under garments she hand writes letters to her lover with perfect joint writing on perfumed dusky rose paper. Oui, great things happen in my head!

BUT have I got more news for you...for the Merci Me Sale on the 30th Jan this ring will be making its debut at that sale!

Might I add, I have a tip/suggestion: If you're liking the huge bows on alice bands but can not for the life of you rationalise handing over £20 for it, get a scarf, roll it, wrap it around your head (back to front) and knot the biggest bow you can make....voila

Amore toujours

Me
Me


 

Have I Got News For You

Remember this bag??....
 
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Sturdy leather handle, leather trimmings, long adjustable strap, strokable camel hair in shades of brown, spacious interior made for durability, distinctive style and pure exclusivity. This is just not any bag.....It's a Merci Me sale bag!
 
C'est correcte, this, bags like it and other leather bags equally as beautiful (plus accessories) will be exclusively brought to you on the 30th January...let my goosebumps assure you how excitingly fabulous these goods are. In fact, for a moment when viewing the stock I thought 'should I?', I really could do with keeping it all to myself. Oui, really!!! Many have enquired and many have not yet been introduced to it, but which ever group you fall into you cannot resist it (or them).
 
I dare you to stay tuned for more images....I bet you will love something!
 
Amore toujours

Me
Me

Oui, it is real fur. Rabbit fur and fox tail collar. No I didn't kill it! But I am wearing it. Eat the meat use the skin: It's tremendously warm.

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I'm still singing the above chorus whenever I wear this beautiful thing. It's getting terribly boring. I realise there is a big issue about fur, but come now....for who are you to judge when you wear leather and eat meat! You... that which moans and groans when you realise little thumpers are keeping me warm. Deep hypocrisy. It may shock you, but rabbit can be found on many a table and if you can it eat you can wear it. Use that as a rule when buying fur. Actually, it reminds me of an episode of River Cottage (rabbit skin undies, tie and something for the glasses), a nursery rhyme comes to mind: 'Run rabbit, run rabbit run run run',...before they kill, cook, eat AND wear you! The best yet has to be the stroking and the accompanying noise. Who thought Londoners were tactile...soon they may start smiling on the underground. But that noise and stroking is almost sexual. I was going to say sex for the fingers (what? finger sex?) but I imagine it's not the appropriate metaphor to use...shall we say silk to the touch instead? Oui

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