Wednesday, 30 July / Homies

Hmm, forever disappointed by my scenery...

Independent t-shirt, Zara trousers, Dorothy Perkins heels, Zara necklace, Michael Kors watch

...and quality of photos. Continue with the whole 'at least she tries' mantra and pull through another post of poorly edited and formatted pictures, I'm still just a student working in a tea shop... 

So I stole my sister's t-shirt and mother's necklace. I do own my clothes (read: too many), but isn't it just so exciting to nosey peruse through other wardrobes and steal borrow various items? So here I am channelling a new look, monochrome (ha), and showcasing a logo-tee: how very nonchalant of me. 

I'd love to say this get up took 3 minutes to throw together but I try to be honest at all times. This outfit was perfect for my trip to the posh Chinese restaurant down the road (read: expandable waistline vs. duck pancakes). Yes it's black and white, as always, but it is a t-shirt, so I'm basically summer-ready, right?

Now off to find a home for all the hand wipes I stole from the restaurant (anyone else?)

Cya x

Saturday, 19 July / Recently

1. A rare moment. My room looking beautifully clean and delightul amongst the despicable chaos and evidence of a young, female inhabitant. My bedroom door is permanently closed to avoid tuts and disgust at the shameful mess (think Primark sale floor situation).

2. A '#fromwhereistand' insta pic in all it's faded and over-ly edited glory, plus a cheeky sprinkling of leopard print. Introducing my new Dorothy Perkins favourite sale find. I'll struggle to ignore Dotty P's from now on (anyone else?)

3. My older sister picked up this stripy bunting for me on her recent trip to Tynemouth market. Handmade/colourful/adorable, I fill with a Kirsty Allsopp-like crafty fuzziness when I look at this. 

4. Bar Luga fish finger sandwich. Yep. 

5. A freezing and wet Northern beach made artsy and soppy by my increasingly creative photography skills (it's really just a shadow and some shoes though isn't it...)

6. Another minute section of my bedroom, photographed appropriately to avoid the traumatic mess. Is this an acceptable thing to confess to? Am I the only girl to prioritise hair curling over making a bed?

7. Helped my boyfriend to run a vintage stall a couple of weekends ago in a local village. Cute.

8. Said boyfriend captured in a moment of true adoration... ish.

9. Flouncy, stereotypical prettiness #guilty.  

Friday, 11 July / Bad Hair Day

I'd say 12 years old was around the age I stopped wearing plaits in my hair. Gone were the days of choosing which colour pen to write with and redesigning my autograph on an hourly basis. I was yearning for adulthood; complete with a 'pob' haircut, a trousersuit and a mortgage (oh how naive). Clearly changing my hairstyle was the answer to this transition...

Details: Leather Jacket - Zara, Jumpsuit - New Look, Pumps - Dorothy Perkins, Clutch - Stripes Morpeth, Watch - Michael Kors

If my 'I woke-up-like-dis' appearance was remotely acceptable to the public eye then, of course, I'd be rocking it. Unfortunately, despite what my lower region may believe on a night out, I'm not in fact Beyonce. I 'woke-up' with a nest on my head, and if teasing my messy tresses into a milkmaid's bonce has the potential to look chic, then that's just what I'll do. Cue a socially awkward hairstyle on a shopping trip this week. I received a few "ooooh"'s and "aaaah"'s (thanks mum for your constant support) but the occasional "what have you done to your head?" surfaced also. Maybe at 20 years old I'm (worringly) already feeling nostalgic and yearning to retrieve my tamagotchi or confirm the rules of Buzz Off. Perhaps this is to blame for my hair-life crisis. I'm wearing plaits, I'm looking ridiculous and I'm loving every second of it. Apparently I'm also wasting a good few hours of my life overanalysing my hair. 

On that note, see you next time for the renaissance of bunches and sequin hairbands.