Wednesday, 26 November 2014

wednesday wishlist


Oops. Everything is black. Oops everything is black for the second week running. The thing is when I actually go shop shopping, I'm actually drawn to colour. But when I'm online shopping, all the nice things I find are black. There are three girls on my team at work, and lets just say there's been more than one occasion when we've sat there and realised we're all dressed entirely in black. 

I've completely fallen in love with the leopard print dress, and it's definitely on my "I'm going to buy this as soon as I can afford to" list. Finally finding a suspender belt that I like (and the underwear set that goes with it) has been pretty great too, that's also going on the "definitely going to buy list". 

Monday, 24 November 2014

a little trip to brussels.











Even though I used to live very close to Belgium, I'd never actually properly been. Sure - I once got stuck in Brussels for two hours on a broken down coach on my way to Amsterdam (tip: the Megabus is an extremely cheap way to get to Holland but the extra few quid on the plane is worth it because you probably won't still be having nightmares about the time you woke up to passengers screaming because the driver had nearly thrown the whole bus into a French canal, you won't have to make polite small talk with the man sitting next to you who has drunk sixteen cans of coke in a very small amount of time for twelve whole hours and you probably won't have a man give you his number on the back of his British entry visa card, phew) and I once drove with some friends to Liege (we ate fries and left, seriously we were in Belgium for about forty five minutes). Anyway, I was lucky enough to go to Brussels for two days a while ago now. And it was really really lovely. 

For very many reasons I won't go into a huge long detail about it, suffice to say my pro tips are:




Eat the fries.

Buy a map or have google maps or something. Anything. I seriously spent a vast majority of my time completely and utterly lost - not helped by the street signs in two languages, only one of which I have a slight command of. 


Use the Metro and try and understand the map (again, I spent far too much of my time lost in this system, I couldn't understand the connection points). 


Don't bother seeing Manneken Pis. To this day I am still unsure as to why people flock to see it.


Do bother seeing the Grote Markt because it's properly wonderful. 


Drink the beer. 


Try and speak French. My Dutch didn't seem to go down too well in a country which is supposed to speak it. But then again, my Dutch is shit.


Go to Jubelpark. I happened upon this whilst lost and was quite taken aback. 

Friday, 21 November 2014

going home.





Last weekend I went back home to Birmingham. It's been a while since I went back properly - last time I was in Birmingham I was working and with separated parents it's hard to fit everyone in in one night. Having a week off work meant I got to go back for longer than usual, but even that probably wasn't enough time. I kinda thought when you finished University that you didn't want to go home all the time because you had a home of your own, but I don't really feel like I have a home of my own in London, and now I also don't have the time like I did at University to go back. 

There's definitely something 'rejuvenating' about going back though. I live in a bit of a dive in London and even though my Mum has pretty much turned my room at home into a guest room, it's nice sleeping in a bed which isn't broken, in a warm room which isn't a teeny bit mouldy, having a proper bedroom door and god, having a proper bath. 

To be fair to my family, they always make it perfect for when I go back. A proper Sunday roast, the pub quiz, a cheeky lift to the swimming pool, shopping with my Mum and darts to Primark five minutes before closing. 

I've come back to London with more of a little plan. I'm desperate (and still hopeful) that I'll soon make a proper home here and won't feel as lost, have housemates I like and somewhere I don't feel embarrassed about bringing people back. Now I just have to put it into action. Possibly easier said than done.

Wednesday, 19 November 2014

wednesday wishlist

wednesday wishlist
HEELS // DRESS // DRESS // TOP // SUSPENDER BELT // DRESS // BAG // SKIRT // SHOES // BRA

My disclaimer of the week comes via the H&M dress, which looks absolutely vile in this wishlist. In the store the dress is abolsutely lovely - when I was shopping last Saturday I saw it and kept touching it, until I remembered my BHS training (shudder) and remembered that that is what criminals do in shops and promptly stopped. Still, I just promise it's actually nice.

Is there something about Christmas time approaching (I say approaching, it's November and I refuse to even come to terms with the fact that Christmas really isn't that far away at all, I am not a festive person) that makes velvet, lace and sequins even more appealing than usual? 

I'm desperately on the search for a new suspender belt having broken three of mine recently, but I am so fussy when it comes to searching for a new one. This one on this wishlist is far too expensive (to the point that even if I had all the money in the world I still wouldn't spend it on something which is essentially the smallest bit of material), but if anyone has any ideas on where to find a new one, do let me know. 

Friday, 14 November 2014

bonfire night.










I love bonfire night. I think most of my childhood memories stem from bonfire night; the time my Dad dragged us to the local display and I remember him leaving the gas fire on, I must have been about seven but I still remember shitting my pants that we'd return to charcoal shell of a house. I remember doing those scratch crayon photos in year three, winning a Guy Fawkes competition with my cousins when I was very young (we won a fiver, it was like winning the lottery). I remember that Birmingham's main radio station used to broadcast live in the display which was behind my house and if you stuck your head out the window you could listen to the fireworks and hear the radio without venturing out into the cold. And I remember when I was in year 11 going to a display with my friends and being so cold that I honestly thought I was going to die. To this day I have never been so cold. Living in Holland was the first time I missed a display - but my friends drew a picture of a Guy and we had a bonfire in our halls instead. 

I still love bonfire night and I drive my friends mad in the month leading up to it with my incessant planning on going to a display. This year we trekked to the nearest free display on the actual day. We chose having a pint over waiting in the cold, which was a mistake as we only just made it in time. My work shoes got ridiculously muddy and we got ridiculously lost, but I still love it just as much as I did when I was a little girl.