winter wonderland.

Sorry I've been so delayed on blogging recently; University & work is taking over my life. If I'm not at University, then I seem to be at work, and if I'm not at work I seem to be doing work for University. It's a vicious cycle! I've been keeping an eye on all your posts, and commenting when I remember, so I haven't forgot about you all!

(taken via Flickr)

I started my Christmas shopping on Wednesday with my Mum, and although it is resorting into me having to go open an overdraft, I'm excited that I'm nearly finished! I just need to finish getting some presents for the family and J's - I feel so organised! Christmas is only six weeks away also! Six! Crazy. I've been shopping with my Mum to pick my presents, and I can't wait to recieve these!

(these look so much nicer in real life)

I was planning on doing a post with more things, but I can't find anything online! Typical *huff* I am still debating what to do with my hair also, I'm so bored of it and need to do something new with it! Any ideas would be most welcome :-)

I'll do some more outfit/portrait posts this week or next too ; I haven't picked my camera up in a while, but I'll start making more of an effort!

a trip into a students life : chapter one - "spritzer girls"

Yesterday was a rather (un)eventful day: the usual of going to University and 'studying', drinking a ridiculous amount of various hot drinks, and trying to hunt down Johnny Depp, who is currently filming the new Pirates of the Caribbean film at our University (... and then finding out filming was finished, sob).


To cheer myself up from finding out this sad news (let's be honest, it's every girls dream to meet him!) I did what every girl with a student loan does - shopping! Throw in a Nandos and a best friend, and it's pretty much a perfect day.


After stumbling around Regents Street like tourists in hunt for our Nandos (which was delicious of course, definitely worth the half hour walk), we took a trip to Topshop and then to the dreaded Selfridges. Now, don't get me wrong, i don't hate Selfridges, but i am definitely not a fan of the make-up and 'spritzer' girls. Now, you know the ones i mean girls, the girls that are primed to perfection – not a hair out of place, no chipped nail varnish, or smudged mascara. No, these girls are perfectly polished. Could you imagine them in tracksuit bottoms, no makeup on, and hair up? No, me neither.

('The Women' 2008)

As if it isn't bad enough by looking at my dream Mulberry Alexa knowing that i can't afford one.., but to then have overly made up girls look down on me? No thank you! When i walk past the counters (towards the high street section obviously), i can feel their eyes burning into me. I know what they're thinking, "Look at that girl in her Topshop clothes, and h&m bag - she doesn't belong here". I feel poor, and vulnerable, like they will pounce on me with their sweet smiles, and perfect manicured nails.

I once tried to escape these girls, by accidently heading up to the shoe floor... and I’m not quite sure what was worse. The shoe floor is a paradise for women – Jimmy Choos, Christian Louboutins, Alexander McQueen, Burberry, Chloe, oh the list is endless!
I was stuck with awkwardly lusting over these shoes, wishing I could afford just one pair – the agony! It was then I had one fo the saleswomen tottering over in her Marni heels and Hermes scarf, asking me sweetly if i would “like to try any on?”. She must have spotted me from afar, and was waiting for the perfect time to pounce - when i was unashamedly drooling over the perfect pair of shoes I had ever seen in my life. (If you was interested, they were a pair of Alexander McQueen shoe boots, sigh). There was no-where for me to hide or pretend that I didn’t hear her... Shamefully i had to decline her offer, and walk (more like nearly jogging) off red-faced and no better off.


I end up diverting the make-up and perfume counters and walking out, defeated by the spritzer girls... but one day i shall return, my Mulberry Alexa on my arm, my sky high Louboutins,  and a black American Express card... and then we shall see who will be the ones laughing won't we Hmph!