Thursday, 25 August 2011


With the Summer sadly coming to an end, it is time - if you haven't already - to shove your bikini to the back of the drawer and firmly be thinking about what to wear this Autumn/Winter. As the rain sets in and the days darken earlier, you may well be looking forward to pulling on your cosiest jumper and pulling up your favourite wooly socks; but think again. Be prepared to don some lace and leather as the A/W catwalks came over with a Fetish fever this year. Don't worry, I'm not talking 'Fetish' as in edible underwear, but suggestive sheer panels, black lace and leather are the subtlest ways to wear the trend.

Designer Look:

Top Left: Alexander McQueen Autumn/Winter Collection '11.
Top Right: Giles Autumn/Winter Collection '11.
Bottom: Stella McCartney Autumn/Winter Collection '11.

Whip yourself in to a fetish frenzy with these high-street items...
High-Street Look:

Top Left: Poppy PU Panel Mini Dress, Aqua. £88.00
Top Right: Shell Top with Rubberised Lace, ASOS. £30.00
Bottom Left: Jersey Faux Leather Panel Bodycon Skirt, Topshop. £32.00
Bottom Right: Black Faux Leather Bustle Back Dress, 'Dress Up' Topshop. £50.00


As much as I would love to cling on to the 'student' title for at least another year, I graduated last month and have waved goodbye to my amazing student days. With this, I have also waved goodbye (with tears in my eyes) to Student Discount; and whilst I know deep down that I am no longer entitled to it, I can't seem to shake the instinctive deducting of 10% whilst browsing around my regular haunts of Urban Outfitters and Topshop. The "oh it's £60....but only £54 with Student Discount!" days are gone.  That pretty dress really is now £60 and those shoes that are essential for your weekend really are £75.

No budging.
No -10%.

As if this cruel jolt back in to the real world of paying full price wasn't bad enough, the real kick in the teeth then comes at the till when I still get asked if I have student discount. The perk of paying less is not the only element of being a student I miss. I miss my independence of living away from home and my amazing, not-so-normal housemates who made my three years living in Manchester unforgettable. I miss the 30 second walk to the cocktail bar at the end of my road and stepping over 'Crazy Bus Lady' on the occasional times that she fell asleep in our doorway.

I miss Manchester in general and whilst being back at home with no bills, no nightmare neighbours, and most importantly... no rodent lodgers is nice for a short time; it's wearing thin. It appears that returning to live with your parents after 3 years away is no easy task.

My housemate and I formed a plan upon leaving Uni; we agreed to both look for jobs in Manchester and live together if successful. Although that idea may look bleak at the moment with no success on the job hunt, I am still standing by it. I am determined to find a job and move back to Manchester as soon as possible. Plus, the satisfaction of earning a wage would soon heal the pain of no more student discount!

So, my POA for today: apply, apply, and apply some more for jobs in Manchester! Wish me luck.

Model Mondays

My Monday evenings are always brightened up with a weekly dosage of Britain and Ireland's Next Top Model (BINTM). With the fabulous clothes, gorgeous Elle, testing photoshoots, bitchy contestants and Julien's hilarious quips and one-liners "She's going to be crying tonight, poor cow", what's not to love?

This week was a double eviction and I was glad to see Amy and Holly leave the competition. It was becoming increasingly uncomfortable watching Amy's photoshoots and when she interviewed The Wanted in the last episode, and called them 'The Wanting', I had to mute the television because of the cringe-factor. I was literally hiding behind a cushion for her... poor cow.

Next for the firing line in my opinion should be Tanya. I would not allow her to be Britain's Next Top Model purely for the awful tattoos she has plastered across every limb of her body. Also, that bowl hair-cut she's been given is shocking!

Wednesday, 24 August 2011


For as long as I can remember there has only ever been one man for me.
Step forward, David Beckham.

The man is perfection personified. A god in my eyes, future husband in my mind... (he just hasn't met me yet!). I have stuck by his dodgy hair-do's and fashion choices - even that sarong - and shunned any infidelity rumours.

And now, on 24th August 2011, I choose to put this photo down to a bad angle, lousy camera and unfortunate lighting....