Tuesday, 31 March 2015

Mid Project Review

I've been 19 years old for 9 days now and I feel like I've got my shit together. My life is going well you could say. I have a job, two jobs actually, and I've been working real hard just lately because I owe my mum and my sister money. That's minus two points on the Shit Together scale I guess.
My future for the next three years is kinda sorted. I've got my place at university and my accommodation is booked for September. That means I'm moving out in pretty much 6 months which is exciting. I'll be working full time again over summer so I can save up. Is is bad that money is a focal point or is that just society?
I like to think I've struck the right balance between conforming and being an individual. I really know who I am and yet I'm not so out there that I become a pain. I don't see a problem with fitting in and being generally liked. I feel like some people class fitting in with the rest of the world as being a bad thing, I think these people have a lot to learn about themselves and the rest of the world.
This is not to say that I know everything about the world. I have been told by numerous people that I have an answer to everything and that sometimes I should learn to just back down and admit defeat. Both of these statements are true but recognising that is a step in the right direction. I will always admit if I think I'm wrong. The problem is that what I think isn't always right I guess.
The things I am most grateful in life include my independence (politically, emotionally, physically, whatever way you want to look at it independence is invaluable.) My family who will love me no matter what and my friends who put up with so much shit from me and yet would probably stand by me if I accidently started a war. Something  have come to realise recently is that I am so loved. That's a really nice feeling, I urge everyone to look around and realise that too.
 

Sunday, 1 March 2015

Pretty, Pink and Wipe-clean

I have fallen in love.

Picture the scene: A young girl (woman?) wanders the cold streets of Lincoln whilst her mother is having her hair cut. Taking shelter in River Island her eyes lock on a skirt hanging just out of her reach. She lunges towards it and caresses it softly with her cold hands. "No," she says firmly to herself, and turning to continue perusing the other items in the shop. This was supposed to be a fun exercise in window shopping, she musn't let herself be drawn in to anything serious.
But alas, as she leaves the shop she is stopped in her tracks once more by the skirt. The skirt, is the word, "skirt" enough to describe such a garment? It is leather, yes, it is a leather mini skirt. It is a leather mini skirt and it is pink. Baby pink.
"Take me to the fitting rooms" the skirt whispers, as she presses the fabric to her face, a tear trickling down her cheek and rolling off the leather of the skirt (water proof bonus, nobody likes a wet ass). Powerless to it's command she dutifully obliges and within minutes they are one, Girl and skirt. Complete. In love.

Totes gonna be back next week to buy that #payday


Tuesday, 24 February 2015

International

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKAo8D21jvA&feature=youtu.be

This is a link to a video of my recent trip to the Netherlands with a great bunch of school kids for the annual Model United Nations conference. I discovered just before my trip that I could film with my camera and this is the result, hope you enjoy!

Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Bake for 20 mins or until golden and crispy

Sadly the porcelain-skin look is not one I rock preferring to permanently remain a skin tone near or above the golden marker or else look ill. Therefore fake tan is my friend. By fake tan I mean I use Dove Summer Glow moisturiser which is a lot less scary than hard core fake tan and gives me an all over even tan year round! Hurray! In the summer months I tend to use it less as generally it is sunnier in summer... however if, like me, you spend the majority of your summer in a warehouse regular application may still be necessary.
Sadly fake tan is something of a taboo for some people. I must confess that as a young girl I boldly declared that I would never use the stuff considering myself morally above such frivolities. This statement has since been withdrawn along with the rest of my morals...
The fear of looking like an Umpa Lumpa is a big draw back for most where fake tanning is concerned, but this really is easily avoidable. Firstly, an exfoliating mitt works wonders. Regular use not only stop dry patches of skin that the tan will build up in, but also leaves you feeling squeeky clean. Personally I don't feel like I've properly washed unless I've scoured myself with an exfoliating mitt. Best feeling ever.
Everyone has their preferences on which sort of fake tan is best; foam, cream etc, Spray tans are literally the best thing in the world but ain't nobody got time for that every week! So for at home, regular use I stand by fake tan moisturisers. They're gradual and not as noticeable so any mistakes can easily be hidden. Be warned, fake tanning can be highly addictive. Start at your own risk.
   

Saturday, 31 January 2015

Karl's Head is a Jungle

Imo, if everything was covered in flowers  the world would seriously be a better place and judging by the Chanel Spring 2015 Couture show, Karl Lagerfeld would agree with me. Not only was the collection fabulous, combining that oh-so-Chanel tweed with a glorious mix of brightly coloured fabric flowers, but did y'all see the set design?!
Apparently Lagerfeld is even more of a creative genius than originally thought, managing to conjure up an entire jungle in which to display his botanical clothing creations. If I could live in this collection I would. I'd sleep amongst those vines and wander round wearing crop tops embellished with sequins (my fave) and skirts blossoming with flowers that are literally the stuff of my dreams. Ngl, I also wouldn't mind befriending a couple of those handsome male models with the watering cans #haaiii
But back to Karl (is that to familiar? I just feel like we have a connection yanno.) I seriously applaud him for this collection and lets be honest, pretty much every collection he does. He's a guy who somehow manages to keep the traditional characteristics of Chanel whilst also making every collection modern and innovative. Remember the trainers paired with couture dresses last year? Karl is my kinda guy, someone plz hook us up.

Tuesday, 27 January 2015

Watch My Lips

I'm not usually one for a bold lip. I mean, my lips are usually bold but only because of what is spoken through them, srsly hun I can sass anyone no problem. The point is, dramatic eyes are more my thing rather than a bold lip.
There are a number of reasons for this; firstly I like my eyes. I like the way they look when they're all smokey and mysterious. I like lining them with loads of black and pushing the boundaries of how far out a wing should go (so edgy mate).
Secondly, dramatic eyes are way easier to maintain then a dramatic lip. You can put eye shadow on and not reapply all night, whereas lipstick requires maintenance, and ain't nobody got time for that.
Thirdly, and perhaps my biggest reason is that I basically don't have a top lip. Okay, I have one but it's pretty much invisible when I smile and, despite what my instagram account might suggest, I smile quite a lot.
 Don't get me wrong, the right lipstick can look great, especially for selfies, but I just can't get over the constant reapplication! If you're a gal with the patience to check your lips every ten mins, then rock that bold lip, but for me, I'm gawn stick to the feature eyes.

Sunday, 18 January 2015

Nailed It

Let's be honest, freshly painted nails can cheer up even the darkest of moods. You know, it might be the start of your eight hour shift after 3 hours sleep the night before, but your hot pink nails do perfectly match your work shirt! (tbh mood already brightened by working for a shop whose company colour is hot pink.) It's the little things in life that can make a bad day turn out to be good, and freshly painted nails are one of those things.

BUT are they not such a pain??? I'm not talking about the finished product, I'm talking about the process. Despite being an art student, painting nails is not my strong point (very different to painting a canvas) particularly on my right hand.  And then there's thee drying. Probably hours of my life have been spent sitting with my hands aloft in hope that my nails will dry smudge free, and then hours more time has been spent crying after my seemingly dry nails smudge as I pull on my dm's. It's a hard knock life, and I'm only talking about painting nails!
I look with envy on those with perfectly manicured nails, those who can  paint their nails stress free at home. Just like any addict I'm not going to give up on something I love just because of the emotional roller-coaster I must endure. At the end of the day an instagram post of my bright orange nails against my detox juice is worth it's weight in likes. Just don't look at my other hand because those nails weren't so pretty.