Miss Selfridge Spring Collection

In this picture (from left to right): Nude sleeveless button top £28, oval stone flower ring £4 (quick -it's in the sale!), gladiator sandals £25, petite purple dress £32, BEST BUY: tan stud saddle bag only £15.

I thought I'd send a post on Miss Selfridge - the hidden gem that is creeping up in my estimation's. To be honest I think a lot of their items are plain but overpriced, however I may have to eat my own words after finding some glorious Spring buys - at reasonable prices! And they've invested in a 'vintage' section on their website which showcases some of their best designs yet.
The ring is my favourite (it's the one I'm wearing in my picture) and can dress up or blend into so many outfits nicely.
A detailed high waisted 80's skirt would complement the plain cream blouse nicely - and allow you to accessorize wildly with large pendants or to continue the creamy theme - some large overstated pearls.
The gladiator sandals and bag could add to that outfit to make the perfect holiday outfit - as they are good for walking and carrying essentials: an eyeliner, mascara, bronzer, camera, purse and sunglasses.
Need I say anymore about the purple dress? Ahh, if only it were paired with some Christian Louboutin's.
Hmm, I think I'll keep my eye on Miss S...

Gucci and the new Luella range at Urban Outfitters

I have awful news. I thought that I would be able to be the bearer of amazing news, as I am so naive as to think that one of the new stunning Gucci bags of the spring fall was only £132...of course the page didn't fit my whole screen, so it conveniently managed to chop off the extra '0' at the end turning it into £1320.

Not exactly the best way to end the day - but it was my own fault for being so stupid. Just incase you want to see how lovely it is, I thought I'd show you anyway.

I think I'll just pretend it was a dull colour to numb the pain.

Anyway, more importantly Luella has a new range at Urban Outfitters!! Which is obviously very exciting. Prices are less than usual Luella prices (I have my eye on a pretty floral dress at £295 which I know I won't buy but it's a good one for the old wish list..)

On an even lighter note, the weather here is shaping up. It's still at that annoying state where it's not quite summer, so you can't wear the gorgeous floral dress bursting to get out, but wearing some tight skinnies doesn't exactly work either.

I just hope it hurries up and gets warm so I can invest in some new summer buys, and plus the sun always makes everyone happier. Well, namely me. But still, it would lighten the horrible atmosphere surrounding exams. Hello? Summer?

A whole lot of chocolate cheesecake

Like so many others, at Easter I gave up chocolate for Lent. Well not everyone that gives up something for Lent chooses chocolate..but it worked for me.
Although it only struck me how pointless it was today. Lent ended three days ago, and this evening I devoured a large slab of calories - I mean chocolate cheesecake.
Don't get me wrong, it was obviously delicious. Only, everything I did for Lent seems to have had very little point.
I'm Catholic, but I'm not exactly your 'good' Catholic - as in I don't go to church much or go to confession (which is apparently now called reconciliation..)
So it's not like I was doing it for any strong religious belief. And there weren't many opportunities where I had to fight temptation; yeah it was annoying on my journey to the biscuit cupboard and having to choose the digestive over the bourbon. However, it was nowhere near as hard as last year in which I spent my chocolate-free Lent in Belgium.
I think that speaks for itself.
Actually there's very little point to this post whatsoever, I just thought I'd explain my musings.
More imporantly - FOOT CRAMP IS AWFUL. I mean it kills (not lieterally, it just really hurts).
I mean it's so unnecessary. One minute you're sitting there all fine (like now) then you move your foot ever so slightly and it feels as though someone is plunging a knife into your foot. Ouch! Not that you want to hear about the accidental pain I inflict upon myself. So that's tonights ramble over and done with. Two posts in one day, and only a few weeks to GCSE's..That IS a rarity!

Fashion

Okay - fashion. Forget my normal dull waffling, I'm going to get straight into it. (Just don't count that last sentence because that wasn't really going straight into it).
I'm 16..and I feel as though all of a sudden I've just been thrown into the lion pit that is the world of fashion.
Don't get me wrong. I ADORE fashion. I feel as though it's a 'coming-of-age' type thing. One you're hidden from until you either discover it, or your friend does and you realise something's not quite right.
No, I'm not talking about the 'in' shoes, or whatever look the high street chains are forcing upon us. I mean individuality, and I'm not even joking!
I used to think when I read people's blogs and commenty things on their social networking site about how "I'm an individual - say what you like, I wear what I like" that it was funny. Because everyone who said that looked exactly the same. It was like you have all these different groups: the preps, emos, chavs....and the individuals. Which when you think about doesn't really work - but it does make me chuckle.
No, what I feel I have discovered is a world where fashion is a whole new subject within itself. Like a subject at school - it's huge. At the moment I'm struggling - surely everyone went through this awkward phase where they realised how amazing fashion was?! It's hard to change and adapt so quickly; especially as I was one of the unfortunate few who 'discovered' fashion from seeing my friends suddenly wearing different but amazingly cool celebrity type clothes.
i know that sounds disgustingly cliche and pathetic, but it's the absolute shameful truth.
But - fear not, I'm getting back on my own two feet. I'm not gazing at their high waisted skirts and cool elastic belts wondering if I could pull it off. That was me a few months ago. Okay I haven't been on a huge spending spree to buy a load of whole new amazing clothes.
But I have done my research and am now officially hooked to fashion.
Admittedly, it's going to have to be over a month before I can really delve into it. However the second GCSE's are over and done with - I have a broad horizon of endless summer holidays (well 2 and a half months) to become even more obsessed than I already am.
I know - I'm a sorry case! And compared to the real fashionistas of youth culture, I'm not even on the map. But hopefully, with time, research, a good eye for vintage fashion and an openness to charity shops - I may become a little blob on the map.
It may only be little - but at least I'll still be a little fish in that giant sea of fashion.
Ahhh the metaphors! x

The joy of GCSE's!

Hola mi amigos!
I have no idea if that makes any sense in Spanish, but hopefully you got the gist!
I like the fact that at the moment this is a little private diary entry the clearly no one is reading. But who knows maybe by next year I'll be the new gossip girl.
So let me fill you in on today's rivetting events, which includes revision, hmm revision oh and a little bit more revision! I'm a bit of control freak when it comes to organisation and planning, so it didn't help when I woken at 11.30, two hours later than I had planned to get up.
You're probably thinking (well not probably; I hope you're thinking) that 11.30am is still early and considering as it is the first official day of my Easter holidays - I deserve a bit of a lie-in.
But then I'm a slacker. In that I'm already behind, having spent this weekend, well discovering this, going on asos.com for a million hours and generally losing time through no fault of my own.
Anywho, I'm away next weekend (I'll get to that in a mo) and so time, as usual, seems to be dripping through my fingers. Ahh the beauty of metaphors! Although I'm not even sure if that was a metaphor...
So this weekend I'm doing a little fun activity called D of E. I say fun in a mocking way, but truthfully it is quite fun. It's probably very hard to imagine a sixteen year old girl trekking through marshland in the rain, looking forward to her breakfast only to find that crumpets do in fact taste weird when not toasted. Not funny. A distant scarring memory which I am trying to forget!
But yeah, for those of you that don't know what I'm taking about...D of E stands for Duke of Edinburgh's Award. That's Queenie's hubbie's little organisation in which young people have to do six months of service to the community, six/three months of a sport and six/three months of a skill like playing the piano or learning a language. Then you have to go on a camping weekend, plan your route, camp for two nights and carry it all around with you whilst you walk the 50km over three days. And at the end of it all you get a cute little certificate to say you've passed.
It's just a bit inconvenient what with GCSE's being practically a month away. Ahh the stresses. That and having a party on wednesday which half my school is going to, and I have nothing to wear (without trying to sound like a spoilt brat). I just manage to spend lots of money on clothes that aren't even nice, and that I never want to wear. So I live in the same clothes, whilst I watch my friends be all economising and buy great outfits from primark! It's annoyinggg :(
Wow I sound moany, spoilt, and well just plain weird. And I'm watching some film on E4 called Volcano and it's getting cheesier by the minute; and trust me if you'd asked me ten minutes ago if that was possible I'd have said no.
Anyway, so as not to repeat the beautiful mistake of lying in this morning, and I really can't tomorrow because I have to go out to buy a birthday present...I have places to go and people to see. Adios amigos....?!
Okay fine, nighty-night. x

First blog ever...help?!

Good evening all.
Where to begin? The problem with me is that I adore writing, and constantly moan in English lessons about the limited freedom we have when writing (I mean 'describe your bedroom' - oh please, I'm not six) yet here I am with complete freedom like an endless stretch of canvas, and surprise, surprise I'm moaning.
Perhaps I'd better start of with myself. SW16 relates completely and utterly to myself, but please don't be put off. My best friend has recently (I say recently, but I'm talking the past two years here) has apparently left Earth and moved onto Planet Her (I won't mention her name...just incase) where everything, and literally she find anything, relates to her. Gets a bit tiring after the millionth time you've heard how great she is at singing, or how amazing her boyfriend is.
But enough of my moaning (getting a tad repetitive now isn't it?), I'm just stressed because I really should be finishing history coursework but quite frankly I really couldn't care less whether or not Source C supports Source A.
You don't know what I'm talking about do you?
Anyway, so SW16. For those of you that live in the London area, even for those of you that don't SW stands for South West London in terms of Post Codes; which is where I live. The 'SW' part is then followed by two numbers and then a further 3. As I am 16 I chose SW16 to represent where I come from and how old I am; because to be honest you can tell an awful lot about someone from where they live and how old they are. Well, strictly speaking that shouldn't be the case, but seeing as we live in a joyous stereotypical class-orientated country, it does mean that you can ASSUME (rather) a lot about someone.
So that's where I'll end. Perhaps one of the worst blog entries ever, but then again I'm only assuming. :)
Nighty-night.