Friday, 27 March / Paris Wardrobe

Paris usurped my excitable expectations. From Satine to Gil Pender, my obsession with the city of love has been shaped through an adoration of Paris-related films, books, poems and even soundtracks. I swung into the city and all it's amenities with a Quasimodo enthusiasm and apparently returned with an abundance of Paris intertextualities (I'll try refrain from any more character references). 

I guess what I looked forward to as much as La tour Eiffel and scoffing on steak and frites, was my wardrobe. Sad as it may seem, Carrie Bradshaw has inbuilt an admiration for Parisian chic within me that was only emphasised by strolling the "rues" of France's capital. I opted for my usual palette of monochrome, blended with comfort, and an alarmingly large pair of shades (go big or go home). I thought about piecing together a little Paris diary but, in truth, we relied heavily on GQ's guide for food and popped into whichever cafe looked the cosiest for caffeine stops throughout our time there. 

If there's one thing you have to do in Paris, besides the obvious and incredible touristy stops, it is head to Ferdi. The service, the atmosphere, the interior and the BURGERS were beyond my wildest dreams. Though it may not align with the French foodie cliche, it was such a great experience for my nut-allergy suffering and eternally nervous self. We ate there 2 nights, with the exact same order, and no regrets.  

So here's a lookbook of a few of my outfits worn during our time, captured by my wannabe paparazzi boyfriend. 

DAY 1
HM, Boux Avenue, Zara, Adidas


DAY 2
HM, New Look (customised culottes), Adidas, Primark





DAY 3
David BeckhamxHM, Zara, Primark, Adidas





DAY 4
Vero Moda, HM, Zara



 (Steps from Midnight in Paris: we were too excited about this)


So rather photo heavy.. I'll use this post as an outfit archive but will pop a few more images up in the future that are my personal favourites.


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Sunday, 8 March / Some Sunday Thoughts

Today marks an impressive day in my university calendar. Setting my alarm for 6.30 then snoozing for a minimum of 30 minutes is a far too regular occasion. Fumbling my way out of the luxurious cocoon that I have created in my, otherwise arctic, university bedroom takes the term 'the struggle is real' to a catastrophically realistic level. I turn my swollen, exhausted face to the smug iPhone alarm tone and fill with rage as I consider that the last 30 minutes could have been experienced in a lucid dream world, without the 5 minute snooze presses.

Here I am, at 7.50am, finding a spot of creativity amidst an already successful morning - I truly live for moments like these. Perhaps it's because getting up early ensures plenty time for my favourite things throughout the rest of the day: eating, cooking, Dinner Date and eating. There's something about a Sunday that arouses an urge for relaxation, creativity and contemplation. Trapped in my cage of university work and unable to enjoy Sundays for their mollifying properties, I'm working on recognising the little nuggets of joy that surface throughout these 'me' days. 

As I highlight, scribble and confuse my way through this week's assigned language article, I sip on a recently purchased coffee that excites me to open my enervated eyelids at 6.30...7.00 am. Enrobed in my fluffy M&S dressing gown, I vigorously scribble today's plans and smile at the potential for disaster or revelation in the 'cookie dough truffle' recipe I will attempt this afternoon. I text my mum because, she's my mum. I play a quick spout of One Direction on volume 2 to avoid the judgement of my flatmate who I think is, so far, unaware of my harbouring, secret, obsession. I anticipate the upcoming week with trepidation. Scheduling Wednesday as my 'plan your life' day and contemplating how to squeeze in some dissertation writing beside the daily requisites of Come Dine With Me and cooking too much pasta. 

Each week starts the in the same way for my groggy, tired self. I dress myself in the morning-person faรงade and shower off the dreams of the night before to face today's reality. I'm awake at 7.00 and for that I can be proud. I'm judging the success of the day by the ability to swipe right on my phone a mere 20 seconds after Siri begins her morning song. Though the truffles may prove unsuccessful on this blustery Northern day, I'm sure that I will be. 



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Monday, 02 March / Staring at Walls

I'm obsessed with interiors at the moment. My craving for white-washed walls and a stylistic desk probably stems from my current dissertation cage: a university room, with drab yellow wallpaper and green carpet. I dangerously discovered the Houzz website a few weeks ago and have been planning my future as an interior designer since (though perhaps closer to Claire Sweeney in 60 Minute Makeover). As my clothing for the past 3 weeks has pretty much consisted of a onesie, fleece leggings and two dressing gowns (in an attempt to battle the arctic conditions of cheap student living), an outfit post would be hilarious and embarrassing. Instead, here is another splattering of my procrastination via Pinterest.



ps. the 2 week Paris countdown has begun and I'm starting to smell the croissants and Sephora...
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