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.

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.

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.  

SQUAD, CREW, CLIQUE?

We've all got our squad right? Our crew we strut with, scheme with, solve world poverty with (tell nobody) and have secret dance routines ready to whack out at the appropriate moment. (Okay maybe not the appropriate moment, just at any opportunity I guess.)
 I'm pretty lucky in that I belong to more than one clique. I got The Crew #crewlove and Gossip Girls xoxox here both identified by their whatsapp names. The Crew #crewlove are my home gurls; I grew up with these babes! They knew me when I was really small and quiet, when I tried to dye my hair blonder and it went yellow etc etc, lots of embarrassing stories. The Crew #crewlove is updated regularly with the mundane events of our lives. We share inspirational advice such as, "Being a person is getting too complicated. Time to be a unicorn." We know each other. I can tell you all their favourite music, what clothes they like to wear, who their first kiss was. We're tight, man, but the thing is they all went to uni in September leaving lil me being an art student at home.

Sure, my girls are still my Babes, you can't be so close with a group of people and then not talk to them everyday! But I've also got another crew. I guess these are my real home gurls, because they actually live in the same city as me. Gossip Girls xoxox was already on the scene before The Crew #crewlove divided and conquered, but since this they've deffo become a bigger part of my life. We are friends through work. It's hard not to make friends with people you see first thing in the morning to serve breakfast to hotel guests. You can't not bond with people as you wait in line to be ordered where to take two parfait and one tart. Waitressing is a team sport (and potentially not a real word?) and our team is a force to be reckoned with. We'll shut down any karaoke night and definitely play buzzer roulette until we find the apartment one of our crew is in.

When The Crew #crewlove left I found Gossip Girls xoxox. Both crews accept me, slut drops and all but the thing is, now I've applied to uni. Before sending off my UCAS application an actual warning came up about what a big decision going to university is, like I hadn't considered this. It asked me whether I had considered the financial costs, sure have, and whether the Uni's I applied for were the right choices, let's hope so, but it forgot to mention one thing. What about, HAVE YOU CONSIDERED PEOPLE MIGHT THINK IT'S WEIRD YOU EAT FISH FINGER AND JAM SANDWICHES AND HAVE AN ALIEN DANCE ROUTINE CHOREOGRAPHED?
These thoughts genuinely cause me some worry. Perhaps I should be prepared to tone myself down a bit, but shouldn't people love me for the whole me. Surely it would be more shocking if I start up a rap battle after three weeks of being normal? These are exciting and stressful times for me. I think perhaps I will concentrate on putting together my portfolio and getting through interviews (if I get any offers) before I plan my friend-making attack. I have friends right now so other people will surely accept me to right? RIIGHT??

What did you learn from that experience?

I was asked the above question the other day. "What did you learn from that experience?" My reply was, "nothing, I don't think I learnt anything" because the person asking it was trying to get a reaction out of me but y'know I am really mature and don't take bait like that.

Anyway, upon entering 2015 and reflecting back on the events of 2014, I have concluded that there was not one experience from which I did not learn at least a tiny little thing. In fact, 2014 has taught me a lot.

2014 was the year I learnt to pull a pint. This was a skill mastered close to the end of the year as I originally had an annoying habit of making pints go flat. This in it's self could actually be seen as a skill I guess because I haven't met anyone else who can pull a flat pint in a perfectly good barrel. If you too want to pull flat pints, just hold the glass at an angle without flattening it out towards the top; flat pints every time!

My 18th birthday fell in 2014 and with that, the delights of goin' ouut on da town. Becoming an adult (and therefore being able to legally drink) is a learning curve for everyone. Just the other night my friend and I lolled at how tame our first night out was. I can have super fun sober nights but also take great pleasure in getting guys to buy me drinks. This probs doesn't promote gender equality but is deffo a top tip to save money.

In 2014 I held my first full time job plus part time work waitressing. This taught me that full time work basically means your time is full of work. Working 60 hours weeks is very tiring but also tres rewarding. Earning my own money gives me a real kick. So does spending it which may be a problem which needs addressing in 2015. My new job as a warehouse babe (official job title?) has given me a love of using the ladders on wheels as a scooter and a loathing f people who order blazers above the siize of 40". Do they realise I literally risk my life balanced on the top of a ladder to get their blazer down???   

My sass levels also his the roof. Tbh this sometimes (okay maybe often) gets me in to trouble. My mum reckons I need to be careful how sassy I am, particularly when I drink, should probs start taking her advice lolz. Although I may need to rein myself in occasionally I am very proud to be sassy. As I was once told, I have an answer for everything which imo is a whole lot better than being clueless.

Here's to 2014, the year I learnt how to carry three plates at once, make a repeat pattern and travelled first class for the first time. Been pretty mint really, wbu?