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.

Monday, 30 June / Knitted

Props to the good ol’ changing room for capturing a full length pic of the ensemble, and my conveniently white garage door (girl's gotta do what a… blah blah)

Details: Knitted tank top - Zara, High-waist trousers - Zara, Birkenstocks - Office

Zara + sale = my two favourite words, though I can’t say the same for my bank account. I feel this year I’ve reached the saddest point in clothes-buying history: a pre-written list of what I planned to purchase in Zara’s sale. Immense preparation for this day of joy. Featured in my (incredibly sensible and savvy) list, was this knitted number. To my other half, yes it’s a knitted vest and yes it has a “90s vibe” but it’s also fabulous, hence, the necessity of adding it to my all-white-errythang collection.

I’d like to say that this top (avec fake-tan-stained-neck) was my only cheeky online purchase but WHO ARE WE KIDDING. This was one in a collection of delicately packaged, shipped and squeezed-into items purchased on that fine day. There will certainly be posts to follow featuring a candy-floss pink vision of beauty in the form of a leather jacket, but I’m sure you all know the one.

Until then… x 

Friday, 18 April / Baggy Trousers

John Travolta's face

Details: Jacket - Zara, T-shirt - Zara, Trousers - H&M, Necklace - H&M, Shoes - Primark, Bag - Stripes, Watch - Michael Kors

The life-long struggle of wanting to wear a pair of trousers that desperately need an iron but being too lazy to iron 'em. Luckily these ones were pretty dam snug and so my legs straightened them out (any excuse for another creme egg).

I'm such a winter lover, the first signs of summer and I freak out. For me, summer = too much flesh, shaving legs, fake tan, and of course, sunburn. I'd much rather be wrapped in 17 layers of knitwear with a bobble hat and a hot choc. However, I can't deny that when I spotted the sun this morning I was a teeeency bit excited to get this jacket out again. I feel like I've just stepped off the Drive set (props to Christina Hendricks for being the most incredible ginger to exist, read: excluding ginger spice).

So here I am struggling to remember how to dress in warmer weather but doing a pretty dam good job of incorporating cheetah into every outfit I've worn this week/month/year/since birth. 

Toodles x

Wednesday, 18 April 2014 / Sweatpants

Alice and Wonderland with my tiny shed

Details: Trousers - M&S (20 Years ago! Thanks momma), Silk Top - H&M, Jacket - H&M, Necklace - H&M, Bag - Mango, Watch - Michael Kors, Shoes - Garage

When I walked into the kitchen this morning my mum burst out laughing, pointing at these trews. She couldn't  even remember buying them or ever wearing them (...they're actually exercise trousers) and her first question was "THEY are fashionable?!" I love when she realises she's uber trendy: though those two words should never be used in a serious manner. Wearing these trousers was heavenly, stretchy and comfortable, making me forever thankful for the athletic trend that is continuing this season. I was particularly thankful for the elasticity as we entered TGI Fridays for lunch...

The outfit is similar to yesterdays (read: black on black on black on black) BUT notice the pop of orange filtered through my little bag, orange is the new black blah blah. 

The comfort of the trousers definitely compensated for the pain of the shoes when walking round IKEA (mistake) but the wonderful goodies I bought there diluted the pain...slightly. 

And so the awkward poses return, I'm hoping I'll get used to this eventually but my residential background certainly isn't helping matters. With any luck I'll find an edgy wall to stand in front of soon. Then I'll just have to master being as cool as the background... good one!

Slaterz x

Tuesday, 15 April / DIY

Details: Jeans - Primark, Blouse - Zara, Shoes - Garage Shoes, Jacket - H&M, Sunglasses - Spitfire (ASOS), Watch - Michael Kors, Bag - Stripes

I swear I'm not enjoying the cameo appearance of the wooden crate in my photos. I'm torn between which is more aesthetically offensive: the wood or the drain? Your call.

The intention of this post was to show off my newly customised 'ripped jeans'. Unfortunately, the sudden dash to get photos (I was dragging my sister away from GCSE revision) meant she wasn't exactly in the mood to show-case each individual tear and so, instead, it looks as if I'm wearing entirely normal jeans. Hmm. 

The ripped jean has become a recent staple in the fashion realm and I'd like to accuse Kim K as the founder of the trend. Whatever Kanye did to her wardrobe, he did it well. Her style is impeccable these days, most notably, her fabulous array of camel coats. I've been desperate for a pair of ripped jeans since I first spotted the Kardashian queen sporting them herself, alas, zero student loan and an embarassing overdraft situation means that I have no dollar for milk and bread let alone clothing. Cue a pair of nail scissors and a shakey hand to achieve the 'lived in' look. No I haven't been able to justify the decision to my mum, or my sister, and I'm still unsure how my boyfriend feels about the get up but anything that takes my pale and not-interesting appearance one step closer to Kimmy will keep me happy.

So I hoped to upload some inspiring pics of my jeans, my wonderful chunky shoes and an exciting background, instead, my jeans look smart, my shoes are unseen and shall we even acknowledge the grubby mirror and children's toys scattered throughout these images?

Here's hoping the next post will be internet-worthy. If not, at least you can laugh at my awkward poses.

Over n out x