Sunday's

Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest, i seem to take this saying very seriously...


Today i haven't moved from my bed, surrounded by cushions, maltesers, cups of tea and suitcases- yes i have failed to unpack.

It seems that the familiar University routine has begun... where most activities involve a bed... and sleep.

It may be boring, but i have nothing else id rather be doing,(although i would favour a Sunday roast over the super noodles i'm currently eating)finding pictures like this...

and this

combined with the occasional Facebook stalk/gossip session with my best friend, are more than enough to stimulate my mind at the moment.

Soon Freshers will be over and i will have to begin to write a Dissertation, i'm quite happy to avoid that for the time being.

Festival Fever

I went to my first festival a couple of weeks ago.

Admittedly Beach Break live is a small, friendly, student festival, so appropriate for a festival virgin- no Sunday night, tent burning riots there!

In the days before I set off to Wales I begun obsessed with the weather, and it didn't look good. With torrential rain, and strong winds predicted, I packed accordingly, and set off full of dread.

Why did I ever think this was a good idea? Country bumpkin I may be, but the idea of living in a tent for five days is my idea of hell.

The sunny days lying on the beach, listening to music that we has imagined now seemed unlikely.

Despite all this, and having arrived at the campsite to rain, the weather really didn't seem to matter so much.

Yes the 40mphr winds did blow away the majority of tents, and cause severe lack of sleep, and although the rain soaked through our clothes, it did not dampen spirits.

It's hard to explain but the festival vibe is infectious, the feeling of dancing away carelessly to the music, cannot be beaten.
Its a feeling of pure unity with the people around you, nothing else matters.

I embraced festival life whole heartedly, no makeup, wellies and a rain coat was my uniform for those 5 days- and I couldn't have been happier.

God knows why I usually try so hard, and care so much.

I'm hooked, and money depending I hope to be attending a few more low key festivals next year.

Return of the Blogger...

After a year absent from the blogging world I have returned!


It seems I am in need of some distraction, as my 6 month long summer drags on, and what better way than emptying my thoughts on here.


So here's to a fresh start.

Tulip Dress Success.

How Beautiful is this dress?



It's slightly late in the S/S Season to be discussing this dress.

However, Having worn it twice, and after receiving so many compliments, i have to mention it.

The dress comes from High Street store Zara, and retails at £70.00. Surprisingly this dress has been incredibly popular among Celebrities.

The design is that of a structured tulip shape, pulling you in at the waist, flattering the chest and concealing the hips with the rounded skirt frame.

It's colour is such a vibrant pink, but the structured shape, and classic high neck line helps the wearer avoid the Barbie look.




It's the most comfortable and flattering design i have worn

So ideal for formal events, I have worn this dress at both a wedding and more recently at Glorious Goodwood.

We all move on...

This weekend I went home to see my family, and get a well deserved break from the slog that is university life.
I have never considered myself much of a home girl, however the instant I heard the silence that surrounds my house, the university bubble that i have been living in popped!

Ahhh home i thought, complete with; bath fluffy towels and cooked food at typical meal times!

Although home was fantastic, i wasn't really prepared for the change surrounding my social life.
Every ones is busy, and although its inevitable ,its still strange to see and hear your friends do things that you should be involved in too.

I can't help but feel a slight disconnection between me and my "old" life in Hampshire. It may be callous but i have made new friends and i am moving on.

STORM

So after a previous rant on the battle to gain work experience, i finally managed to gain some!
Working at Storm Model Management was possibly the most interesting and exciting week of my life.
As soon as i arrived (an hour too early!) i had to sign a confidentiality form, to ensure that no unauthorised information was leaked to the press. This obviously set my mind racing...what sort of things might i encounter...or overhear?!?! However it also means i am prevented from revealing too much information, though I will round up my week in short!

The week that i was working happened to be in the run up to London Fashion Week, so was incredibly hectic, in fact so much so that the entire office was expected to stay until midnight to deal with the various model/booking/designers/flights and accommodation requirements.

I was the run-around, which in any other company i might have dealt with rather begrudgingly.


However we didn't just deal with mundane chores, like collect dry cleaning, or choose birthday cards (!!!!!)
-We had to get keys cut and then deliver them to the flats
-Collect the extra accommodation flat keys for various celebs
-Research and choose hotels ranging from; low budget, medium, and boutiques (for the likes of the Kates!!)
-Put together models' portfolios
-Make spreadsheets containing the models' fashion week walks
-Return designer clothes to various fashion houses (Versace included)

Half of these tasks involved being collected and transported by the company's Mercedes, complete with 'Storm' plastered across the side!

It was an exhausting but amazing experience, which i am repeating at Christmas, this time to work closely with the PR team in the hope of gaining magazine contacts!

Obsession

Ergh....
I have such an addictive personality.

My family have just left for holiday and I'm finally left on my own.
I have complete access to all electrical devices - without the added annoyance of a fight with some sibling or another - and what do i do?

EAT!

I literally am obsessed with Doritos, bread, pizza, pasta and pretty much anything that liable to make me feel like a fat bloated mess.

Ironically, what doesn't help this boredom driven diet, is the complete media saturation of the famous: SUMMER DIET!

It only pushes me into further guilt/annoyance that evidently leads to....eating!!

The only way out of this vicious circle, is to break my rather indolent self made agreement to never exercise.

However i cant see this happening until some person or another manages to jostle trainers on my feet and actively shove me out the door, or , alternatively my envy of skinny celebs success stories magically inspires me to embark on the latest fad diet....typical and inevitable it may be, but true of almost every self aware teenager.