Style Me

I am obsessed with fashion and personal style. Have been sine I was a child. At the age of 6, I grabbed a gold lame dress with big shoulder pads - it was the 80's this was acceptable - and told my mother, "Look at this, isn't it beautiful!" She thought, Oh GOD! She will be a fashion designer. My mom was completely happy to support this dream, though. She read Vogue Magazines to me when I was in the womb. This was of her making!

Fast forward 20 years - oh God, I have to stop doing that...20 years! YIKES! - and here I am, in the fashion industry. Mother's do always know best! My personal style is a mixture of hippie chic with a touch of glam, a dab of rock and roll and some classic basics. I love experimenting with fashion and trying new looks. My friends laugh when I walk in wearing something new. I was labeled a Chinese Hooker when I wore an Asian inspired floral satin blouse, Meggins Leggins when I was the first one to show up with leggings and a denim skirt, Crazy Bag Lady when I wore a poncho and over sized sunglasses...granted, some looks have not been my best, but hell, I was having fun!!! And that's what fashion is to me!

My new fetish is flapper / 1920's siren. The hippie headbands have been cleaned out, and I am longing to experiment with a flapper dress and some serious head gear.

In comes Maison Michel. This site is exactly what I have been look for!!!! And, le sigh, its based in Paris. I am definitely adding that to my Paris day trip because getting it London would just take away from the experience!! Oh, the life of a European Jet Setter - sort of.

The one on the left is my fave! Oh and its Milla Jovovich, and ahem..photo by Karl Lagerfeld!

REASON 1,586,493 WHY I MISS LIVING IN NY

In today's NYT Urban Eye daily news feed....

MUSIC, NIGHTLIFE
Last Splash
It’s — sniff! — the last pool party of the summer. Head to East River State Park on Sunday to catch the Baltimore band Beach House (“overdubbed girl-group la-la’s, circus tootling and glimmers of the Beatles alongside the echoes of 1990s dream pop,” is how Jon Pareles described them) and Grizzly Bear, the Brooklyn group whose “Two Weeks” has vied for indie song-of-the-summer status. Stop by the party at Public Assembly afterward for free beer and dancing. For more grooving, check out the Brooklyn Soul Festival at the Bell House. It features a half-dozen classic belters, many of whom rarely perform, as well as D.J.’s and grub from Five Spot Soul Food.


Image from Pool Party 2009 Flickr - God I wish I was there!!! A BK Sigh!!

Subliminal Messages

Email Subject: Table booked for 8pm - DO NOT BE LATE MEAGHAN

My friends know me so well!

My own fish tank

I have this weird thing with eating. I never eat any animal (well, no animals at the moment - veggie here I come!) that I would keep as a pet, or that I find disgusting. Fish always fell into the pet category. April the goldfish was my first pet, and surprisingly lived a very long life in goldfish terms. She even changed shades and sizes over the year! She was a miracle fish. (Note the sarcasm) I remember the day that I had to flush her down the toilet - I found her dead, there was no more tricking me! With the flush of April, went my desire to eat another fish finger - nearly 20 years ago. (God I am getting old! That's two decades of memories I can half ass recall)

Well, as part of my vegetarian diet, I have to include fish. So I am forcing myself. I know, its good for you, yadda yadda yadda...but I still do get a bit sad when I take a bite. I wish I could say this was me just being me, and a bit over the top, but unfortunately, I thought that The Little Mermaid depicted what really went down under the sea - cue Sebastian - and I will hold onto that child in me forever. I love fish nearly as much as I love fireworks - and that's a bold statement!


So, the best thing happened to me today - I found this video with a great song - Please don't go by Barcelona, and fishies!!!!! Throw it on HD, full screen, blast the music and sit back. Serenity now, serenity now.......


I wish I knew how to post a video, but since I don't - throw this in your browser...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7deClndzQw

I tear up every time! It's amazing!!!!

Devil on a spreadsheet

=Emergency Contact List! Like I needed a piece of paper from work to remind me that I am single!!! Trust me, I was fully aware last night when all I needed was a cup of water and couldn’t muster up the energy to walk the seven steps..YES seven (I counted this morning to get a gage of how awful I felt, surprisingly not self inflicted this time!) till I hit my fridge, stocked with gorgeous bottled water, chilled to perfection. Cold and tasty. I always did prefer bathroom water, but that is at least another 10 steps and.....
Anyways, I digress…ok, let’s see…hmm, there’s… Mom and Dad, OH and I need someone in the country..GREAT! I have my reliable friend Party Boy. I just hope he picks up his damn phone in the event of an actual emergency!!! And if he could travel across town at 3am to fetch me a glass of water, I wouldn’t even need a boyfriend! Ok, slight exaggeration.

Something's Brewing...

“Trials and Tribulations of THAT Girl!” I realised last evening after several cups of tea and a whole lot of self reflection that, that should be the name of my book that I am never going to write, but will long to do. Hmm, do I sense a new LP (life plan) in the works?!?!

LP 1,076,524 – Novelist.

I could buy an old school typewriter and spend my days in the park typing about my life, the characters and the poor decisions I have once made. OR I could move to continental Europe and spend my days in a dusty villa drinking amazing vino as I pour my heart and soul out with each letter stamped onto the paper and meet a handsome man who I cannot communicate with, but we still fall madly in love. sigh (ok, maybe a little too Love Actually, but you get the point)

Not as outlandish as my Enviornmental Law LP WHICH I still think I should have just pursued! Arguing for the planet sounds like a pretty fulfilling life! Plus, it gives me an excuse to become a tree hugging hippie and where flip flops all day!

(Image is from Jpog. Just came across his flickr site last week and love the photography he is putting out there…just a little shout out from a fan!)

Choosy Mom's Choose...

I don't think I have ever been sooooo excited to see a jar of Jif, or Aunt Jemima's pancakes in my life! But there I was, jumping up and down, clapping my hands and squealing like a child in Selfridge's food hall on a Saturday afternoon.

You don't realise how much happiness you store in your comfort foods until they vanish from your supermarket shelves! But no, those thrifty folks at Selfridge's, they know! They know how American's look forward to their thick buttermilk pancakes on a Sunday morning, or how lunch has never been the same without creamy Jiff lining whole wheat bread slices!

I salute you food hall!

Now can you please bring down the prices! 5 quid (GBP) for a small jar of Jiff. There must be someone I can talk to about this!!

Stress be gone!

It has been quite a hiatus from my blog; most of which is not intentional! Work has eaten me alive and I spent the better portion of the past few weeks sorting out my bosses multi-million GBP pad - probably the nicest townhouse I have ever stepped foot in. House envy much?! Ahh, someday! When I wasn't playing Nate Berkus (another calling in life that I have missed), I was being a little stress head. I have become someone in which I do not entirely recognize - as if I am a former version of the old Meaghan. And I liked the old Meaghan - she was pretty cool!

Amongst my list of worries -
Money - I recently moved and never found anyone to take over my lease in my old flat and was paying two rents. This does have a happy ending and someone has now moved in, only causing me to swallow 1 month rather than a potential 2, but still, those stresses gave me a wrinkle by my right eye. I swear that wasn't there last month!
Friends - How sad when you start to realise that if you were to meet today, you probably wouldn't be friends. But do you just walk away?!? I could never. It totally bums me out though to realise that some people never move on from the petty things; even if they say they do!
Family - I am damned if I do, damned if I don't. OH, and I am also a bitch who has changed and looks down upon everyone. I couldn't be any further from this. Just sad that frustrations could turn into hurtful words which will only continue to cause strain.
Career - Since I was a little girl, I have ALWAYS known exactly what I wanted to do, and what I needed to do to get there. Recently I am having a slight change of heart and am trying to figure out where I want my focus to be. Problem is my focus is EVERYWHERE. I have chosen nearly 17 careers in the past month! I even met with the Director of Marketing and Store Image from Harrods - something that in the past would have most likely been my next job offering, but NOPE...I couldn't articulate what it is that I am looking to do, because I have no FREAKING CLUE! Buying, Visual Merchandising, Operations, Magazine, Sales, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! All I am fully aware of at this moment is that if I cannot make a decision soon, I am going to end up just buoying along the surface...and I am not a surface kind of girl!!!
Love Life - This in itself is probably a NOVEL. (In fact, it is another career I have toyed with as I started to write my story down, and let me tell you, I have a lot to teach today's youth about love, partying, promiscuity, relationships, etc.) Let's see, considering the last date I went on, homeboy made me pay, and the last time I had some "quality time" with a man, it was in fact way too short, way too long ago and he was SHIT. Ugh, the French...so misleading! Needless to say, I am in a lull. I finally started to get over the absolute worst person one can ever get involved in and POOF, its like he knows. He has this alarm clock by his bed and it counts the amount of times I think about him in a day, if the Meg-o-Meter begins to fall, its buzzes and then he decides on that fateful morning that he will call me. JUST to see how I am! LUCKY ME!

But, we can't all be Debbie Downer's so lets look onto the horizon:
Money - It comes and it goes...c'est la vie!
Friends - Focus on the friendships with people in your life in which you get the most out of. Cherish and enjoy.
Family - In this instance, smiling and nodding is encouraged.
Love Life - Throw yourself out there and date new ppl! So I did, and he is INCREDIBLY intelligent. We like that!

Combatting the Credit Crunch, 1 Drink at a time...

I promised myself I wouldn’t drink at all this week. I gave up weekday drinking for Lent (READ: Mon-Thursday; Friday is the weekend) and wanted to stay dedicated to the course. The summer weather has left us and it is no longer a joy to sit in the park with Champagne and Vino.

Well, needless to say I have drank every night this week..EVERY night, and its been going since last weekend, so technically I am on night 12 of a binge! (My binges have lasted for months upon months but swore when I turned 26 that I would retire my rockstar ways, grow up, save money and be a more productive human being to society).

WELL....

NOT WHEN YOU HAVE FRIENDS LIKE THIS GIRL! Lisa is half Russian, half Italian - but in my opinion, she is 100% Russian. L is my very best friend, lifeline, therapist, she's Janet and I am Chrissy (there is a Jack but he's away at the moment). She holds all of these titles as well as being my colleague. Most people would not be able to tolerate one another as much as she and I do, but it works. We are honest and upfront and admire one another for the ability to morally offend people while consuming Vodka by the gallon.

L during spinning class - "I am still so hungover, lets go for a drink after work” (sidenote, L has three weeks left to write 8,000 words for her dissertation. She, who is typically the sensible one, is clearly not at this moment)

M – “I need to go to East London to show my old flat and pray someone takes it so I don't have to keep paying double the rent! I really shouldn't. I am trying to be sensible this time!"

L - "Meggie, you are the one who always says 'Thursday is the new Friday'. Come on. Not a big night out, just a few drinks"

M - "In case your memory has failed you, I don't know the meaning of a 'few'. Lets talk closer to 5 though because everything is subject to change."

M @ 1:50pm (approx 10 minutes after we return from the gym) - " So Big Chill tonight?"

L - "Oh, now you wanna talk bars?"

M - "Don't judge me!"

I am the poster child for self control! Well, at least I am doing my bit for the economy!

Not only was this my idea, I also decided that since it was a monsoon in the streets we needed to stay at the bar!

And so we did. And then we met a few bartenders and I was ready to party it up. Lisa was the responsible one in the end and called it a night!

I dare you...

To listen to All Night Long by Lionel Richie and not smile!!! This is my pick for "if you had to chose one song that is your ultimate favorite". Its from 1983, just like me...I didn't intend on that rhyming, but since I started I'll keep trying.

Yeah, k..no!

Oh that stash..and that hair! Sigh

What is your fave?

The End of the Written Word

I have been feeling like absolute crap the past few days. I have decided to put myself in solitude because my depressing mood could be just as infectious as my normal cheerful disposition. If it doesn't drag people down with me, well then, they are just going to want to slap me! Can't say I blame them. No one likes trying to cheer up a Debbie Downer. I have for gone two birthday parties and catch up drinks with two dear friends. Needless to say, I need reinforcements; sunshine is not fixing this!

Long walks with the Ipod tend to help, so that is exactly what I did the night before and decided I needed a repeat last evening. Strolling down Oxford Street, Border's called my name. That's what I will do; spend the remainder of their opening hours looking through and day dreaming off all the glorious hard and soft backs I would purchase. The book God's were surely on my side last evening and much to my amazement EVERYTHING IS 50% off. Well, hot damn! I wasn't planning on actually purchasing any of the books because, to be honest, I cannot afford to throw money away at the moment (one of many reasons of this particular depression which I will later dive into), especially when I have plenty of books at home I still have yet to read. But who can say no to £3 and £4 books! I put on "one of those days" playlist on the ipod and began to search through stacks of extremely disorganized titles. This would normally drive me crazy to the point where I have had to leave store or start reorganizing...what can I say, I like a bit of order! Instead I took a deep sigh and began to digest each title. I carefully selected a book for all my emotions: love, rage, mourning and a vegetarian cookbook - delicious, organic and animal free food to fuel the soul. After being shuffled out of the store, I approached the cash point to solidify my choices when it then FINALLY dawned on me. This store is closing! THE OUTRAGE! They aren't pushing out old stock for new; this place is on its last leg. Where the hell was I the past two hours?! Enveloped in my playlist and emotions, happily wallowing in my depression bubble!!! But, all these books, hundreds, out on the streets - gulp..EVICTED!

This realization certainly only helped to add another notch on the belt. This is the second bookstore on Oxford Street within two tube stations that has now closed. I tried to feel great about my purchases, 4 for under £20, but couldn't help but feel a sense of despair that bookstores are closing all around me. Technology is advancing so well that it is even putting books out on their asses!!!! What is next?!? Oh, I cannot even think. I love my blackberry and laptop and wifi, but there are certain things sacred!

In an attempt, I took solace in knowing there is the most charming library minutes from my house and right off a nice square outside a church. At least I knew there are books out there that still have a dwelling for tonight!

Hey, what are you doing here?!

It is thought that what you read, watch or think about before your nights rest is what will revisit you in the form of dreams. Well then, either my mind is playing some serious jeidi mind tricks on me, or I am over analyzing.

I tend to have vivid dreams and keep two dream dictionary's within arm's reach, but I don't believe there is an explanation for this one!

In dreamland, I was in a complex relationship (of course, not even my dreams can convey a normal relationship) with an old friend. This is someone I have always cared about, but never in a romantic manner. Ok, that's a lie. I have from time to time, but I think its more out of "the good guy you know you should end up with" scenario and you tend to have emotions that are piling up in that corner. But this time around, it was complex, and heated - everything I look for in a person. He was reckless, passionate and emotional: it was love. He was the perfect dream! I woke up this morning feeling happy and dare I even say, a bit butterfly-ish thinking of waking up next to my Dream.

Well, it has been a come down off of the best damn drug all day long with realizing that it isn't true. How does that happen?! And how depressing!!!! And what the hell is it trying to tell me?!?

Broke Bloke

When I tell you I pick the WORST guys to date- this is no exaggeration. Most recently, well, lets just start from the beginning....

Setting: Clapham Gay Parade in South London. I arrive at Carl's flat where we indulge in our love of Corona and exchange stories of Tranny Night’s. (No, not nights with transexuals…nights where we behave so inappropriately that there is no term more fitting to describe such actions) I reflect on how it has been a while since I have been on a good date. Yes ladies and gents, this is a moment of foreshadowing! We speak of previous freaks I date, have a good laugh at my expense and then head out into the wild.

The Pick Up: 3 hours later, I have willingly slung back several shots of Jameson, sipped Champagne and fit in a few Red Bull Vodka's. I am there - I have reached Tranny Drunk Level AKA Tranny Mess. Anticipating that this night is far from over, I switch to water. If I am going to keep up with this seasoned crowd, I need to slow it down a notch or two. As I strolled (READ: stumbled) through the bar, a guy approached me and called me out on drinking water. This is a personal attack, and a threat to my drinking dignity! This man must be proven wrong immediately. I stormed over to the bar, new boy in tote, and ordered two shots of Jameson. We then began to talk about nuclear war, environmentally friendly alternatives to Styrofoam and world peace. YEAH, OK..you got me, I can’t remember. All I do remember is handing him my business card (CRINGE) due to the toxic levels of whiskey floating around the brain, affecting my ability to type on a small key pad and enter a coherent corresponding name. I tell my future date that I am off to NY to see family and friends, but get in contact with me in two weeks when I will be back in London. Ball is in homeboy’s court. Well, instead of playing the volley that many do, my drunken non-Gay-Parade-encounter set a date nearly as soon as I touched down in London. I immediately became guarded and wary because, well – OF COURSE I WOULD! When they don’t call, you want them to and wonder what is wrong with you, and when they do, you wonder what is wrong with them. (MEN, this is not a joke, I polled other women, when a guy says a woman is complicated – HE IS RIGHT!)

The date: Wires cross and I show up an hour late. 60 minutes! He waited outside the underground station the entire 60 minutes. Now, of course I wanted to be positive and believe that shows he is really into me, but two things were going through my mind instead; what is wrong with him that he would actually wait for 60 minutes and is that red hair I see? Apparently on that fateful evening that we met, I reached a new level of intoxication – color blind drunk! My tall, blond date turns out to be a ginger! Ginger is also a “cheeky” fellow as well. He threw guilt trip daggers loaded with sarcasm my way. Ok, I may have deserved a few, but he was getting carried away. He even told me I better be worth the wait. As a peace offering and a way to shut him up, I whipped out my credit card to buy the first round of drinks. I never carry cash, so ultimately the cheap bar he took me too needed me to start a tab. Well, luckily I was buying because I bought some expensive white wine! Two bottles later, I numbed myself into a vino haze to dull the pain of this boring date. I felt obliged to stay after making him wait so long. Well, I now understand why he waited - he does not date often, and it shows! When it was time to pay, homeboy did not offer up his card. Instead, I somehow got stuck with the WHOLE tab! Its the first date, he asked me out, he should pay! I always offer to pay to prove that I don’t assume they should be buying the drinks – BUT OF COURSE I ASSUME SO! Chivalry much?! What ever happened to a man’s pride being bigger than his wallet?!?

Not in England!

There will be no second date!