Monday, 26 August 2013

SO MUCH FANNY


I apologise in advance if this post is somewhat incoherent or dis-jointed. Im feeling very fragile right now due to seeing what must be over 200 fannies in the last 48 hours. As a 22 year old, straight, female, i have seen more fanny than any teenage boy discovering the joys of puberty. And I am not over exaggerating here, I shut my eyes and there is Floo burned into my retinas. I see it when I go to sleep at night. You know that song ‘stuck in the middle with you’, well i'm stuck in the middle with fanny. Fanny to the left of me, fanny to the right. And this isn’t the pretty stuff, this is photo shop free, double page fanny spreads (just had chocolate spread instantly cross my mind, I wish it was that kind of spread).

Anyway, you’re probably thinking ‘Why Daisy? Why are you looking at so much fanny?’ Well I have been creating the ‘LUST' dress for the seven sins collection. And the lovely people over at Paul Raymond (one of the worlds largest adult entertainment companies) were kind enough to collaborate with Dumpster Design on this one. So whilst sat in the office working on Monday morning I get a big old box of porn arrive on my desk. My, my I have never been so happy to receive smutty magazines before! (although that makes it sound like a regular occurrence, which its not). 

The making of the dress was relatively simple, it just took a strong stomach and some tactical folding to make sure there wasn’t full on ‘granny fanny’ on the front, or to try and cleverly disguise boobs within the pleats of the bodice. To add insult to injury I had a girl doing work experience with me those two days, while also being filmed for a Dumpster Pro Mo video. I had to make a judgment call on whether or not I should be showing a 17 year old XXX rated porn mags. I almost definitely made the wrong call as I had her folding fanny within the hour.

Anyway-the end result is pretty bang (lol pun jk) tidy. See for yourselves… last post I had spot the stain, this time I have spot the nipple. Ohhh Dumpster, what have I done to you. Also not entirely sure my friends appreciated the rancid snapchats sent over that 48 period. But its over now guys, ive been left a shell of a woman, numbed to all things explicit. 

Saturday, 17 August 2013

Neck beard


Once again im going to start a post by saying ‘lots of exciting things going on with Dumpster’ yeh its boring but its true. So deal, iiiiite. 

However first things first, for those who have been keeping up with the harrowing ordeal of growing out my hair… we’ve had progress; Ive gone from 8 yr old boy, to coconut, to lego man and I am now please to say… I can pretty much tie it up without a neck beard. So yeh, that’s the main achievement of this week.

But also Dumpster Design is now a ‘we’. I have a new head of PR and suddenly im having to answer to someone. I get in trouble if I don’t reply to a client, I get told off if I don’t write down contact details. I have to have my tweets approved? This is all very new and I feel like I have to be on my best behaviour. Make dresses and be quite Daisy. Stop cursing and being rude Daisy. Tone down that questionable sense of humour Daisy.

Either way its super great, and feels good to have someone else battling in my corner. I like that its now shall we do this fashion show, shall we chose this photographer. If I screw up it can be our  fault (lol jk kidding, id blame it all on her). Oh and the seven deadly sins collection for the Radical Design Awards is going well, my porn is due to arrive on Monday and my chocolate headaches have got so bad I had to stop buying Cadburys but other than that, progress is off the charts.



Next week I am in my studio everyday as I have some hot young thang (talent wise) doing work experience with me. Going to bosh out the last few dresses while watching films and/or listening to Britney Spears, and if my minion doesn’t like it they can leave. 

Monday, 12 August 2013

Sleeping with...?


Last night I got in bed, tucked up all cosy, then when I went to sprawl across the other side I got stabbed in the leg with an open Leatherman. Needless to say, I haven’t had much company in my bed for a while… I pulled the covers all the way back and found the following…


-A fork
-Open pair of scissors
-Chewing gum
-Hair clip
-Gaffer tape
-Leatherman

Around 80% of the stuff was work related so I guess it could be worse…at least it shows I’m working rather than just lying in bed alone watching Netflix and/or crying (cough).  My new collection is pretty swell. However there was one moment whilst doing the Wrath dress where I was about ready to wrap the cling film around my head and call it a day. But I soldiered on-like one a Cheryl Coles fans. 

I’ve made progress on the Sloth Dress as well, its made out of old bed sheets. However, note to self- if I ever use old bed sheets again, stay away from my brothers. I was finding stains that I did not want to be finding. Anyway here’s a pic, spot the stains and win a prize. Kidding, you win nothing, Sicko. 


Monday, 5 August 2013

Getting low


So I disappeared off the map for a bit. I did Brighton FW and then got sucked up into a black hole of ignoring all work responsibilities and getting low on the dance floor. But I’m back. I’ve got the Radical Designer Awards in October and my collection is meant to be completed by the end of August- ah crap right. Especially as I have now changed everything. Im doing the seven deadly sins, which just means im being difficult and making more work for myself. But I can see how they are going to look and it’s freaking awesome. So I’ve spent the last week covered in PVA making myself new friends out of papemache.



Im working on Wrath at the moment… going crazy with cling film, Dexter style, blood splats and suffocation. Oh and if anyone has stacks of old porn magazines and/or Cadbury wrappers then please do send my way. Im going to become a hoarder of bizarre materials for the next few weeks.

Also this morning I walked in to my boyfriends bathroom and saw my retainers chilling on the side of the sink. And I thought how comfortable is too comfortable? Would we say a month is too short to be leaving my retainers around and referencing my tampon when I cough?