Wednesday, 28 December 2011

Para Para Paradise

Lace top - River Island
Vest top - Topshop
Sweatpants - Jack Wills

Watch - Michael Kors

Rings: Vivienne Westwood x 2, Tiffany's, eBay x 2, Spanish jewellers, Kingston

Wednesday, 30 November 2011

Making an american say romper in an english accent is very entertaining...

...along with choclit.

Here's my new playsuit :)

I don't usually suit playsuits, at all, but I really did love this one and so I ordered it online. It's from Topshop and I've wanted it for ages, but at £35 I could never quite afford to get it. I found it on eBay for £15 + p&p last week and snatched it up real quick! What do you think?

I also bought some boots with my staff discount last week. I loooove them but they seem to stir a love-hate reaction in people. I'm not too sure why 'cos I think they're lovely.


Wednesday, 16 November 2011

Until next month, paycheck

So I finished my essay and decided to spend some more money. It really is 'goodbye' paycheck, until next month. Well, three weeks. Here is what I bought : ) I hope you like them! I've never bought Topshop lingerie before so I hope it's alright and not cheaply made.
(I will post some photos of them when they come and tell you how true to life they are)

Everything is from Topshop except for the belt, which is Fred Perry (obviously) : )

Now I am lusting after this:
All Saints, £80

Maybe next month...


Tuesday, 8 November 2011

literally the happiest girl in the world right now (or epsom maybe...)

I am so excited that I can't even be bothered to put on a nice top and take this picture properly as an outfit. Literally might pass out from how happy I am right now!
Plus new shoes!

Backstory: Chilling in my room and the door goes. Housemate (who I don't talk to) answers and then closes the door again. I come out of my room 2 minutes later to find my ASOS delivery sitting outside my door. eeeeeeee : )


Wednesday, 2 November 2011

Abusing my discount at work... + Halloween

Plus... this is how we did Halloween - with the Black Heart Crew/my sister :)

Friday, 28 October 2011

friday outfit of the day(time)

Top/New Look
Gilet/New Look
Longline vest top/Topshop

Tomorrow is Halloween. I'm dressing up as a policewoman (literally look like a strip-o-gram) for a party at my brother in law's clubhouse. I'll post some pictures on Sunday! What are you all going as this weekend or on Monday?
I'm pretty glad I'm not going out out for Halloween cos I'm afraid if I see one person dressed as Amy Winehouse, there will be a fight. With acid involved. With their face.

Saturday, 22 October 2011

didn't get the job

That I just spent £85 on a new Fred Perry jumper.
It was just the excuse I needed, cos I've been wanting it for ages, I just don't have any money ever.
Fuck it, I'm just not gonna not eat for a couple of weeks.
Skinny tastes better than any food anyway (famous words borrowed from Kate Moss)

I will post a photo of it when it arrives.

Michael Kors

Yesterday I had a job interview at Westfield and so had to be there at 6pm. I was so nervous and I have no idea how it went so I won't comment on it, although I do know that if I did get the job, I will find out today.

My best friend came with me and we window shopped for a while. I tried about a million pairs of shoes on in River Island as I don't get the chance to when I'm at work, as I was trying them on, a man came up to me and asked me if I worked there! I must have the 'River Island/Retail Face'!

So to cheer myself up (after cheering myself up with Nandos) I tried on a watch in Michael Kors. I loved it, but it didn't go with my silver rings as it was a rose gold watch. I moved on. As we passed Beaverbrooks jewellers later that night I saw a very similar watch in the window and went in to try it on. I fell in love.

I am now the proud owner of a Michael Kors rose gold watch.

Surprisingly, when I tried it on in Beaverbrooks, it didn't look so out of place with my silver rings and now I'm completely used to it!

Look how pretty he is! He's really chunky as well, I suit more manly watches as opposed to thin strappy ones. I never usually buy anything gold as I am a silver girl through and through; but there is something very elegant about a rose gold watch and I couldn't resist.
Also, at £210 I had to use my overdraft (BAD HARRIET!) but it was so worth it.

Do any of you guys have watches you're proud of?
Do you like my new purchase?

Tuesday, 18 October 2011

tuesdays off

Today was my day off from Uni and work, I was supposed to be doing my assignment due in for Thursday but my sister asked me to go play with the puppy for a while. I've been here for 4 hours and I've written a paragraph! I suppose it will have to get done after my shorthand class tomorrow instead!

Wednesday, 12 October 2011


(rubbish photo and feeling really really ill today)

Tuesday, 11 October 2011

Fabric Moment: Snakeskin

Often considered a symbol of negativity due to both Christian and Jewish subtexts, the snake was for a long time the representative of temptation and evil in western ideals. Eastern countries, such as Egypt, were more accepting of the reptile and wore jewellery portraying their admiration for the creatures. Indian cultures also worshipped the cobra in special temples dedicated to the serpents, which they recognise as a symbol of defence and Godliness. Due to the western Romantic Movement of the 19th Century, the snake came to epitomise love and renaissance thanks to Queen Victoria’s serpentine engagement ring. Ever since our ancestors began to embrace the snake in the 19th Century, snakeskin as a material has dramatically increased in popularity.

Snakeskin and fashion are closely related. Whilst always being worn by Indian hunters, since 1892 snakeskin as a fabric has become popular in western cultures. This is seen by the arrival of bags designed from reptile skin by Louis Vuitton and also visible from the fringed cowboy styles first seen entering 1970’s mainstream fashion.

Snakeskin is said to be obtained from ‘python farms’ in countries found in Eastern Asia such as Indonesia and Vietnam, but are also gathered illegally due to the long, five year, time taken for pythons to grow to their greatest size. Python farms breed the reptiles for their skin, rather than depopulating the environment by hunting for the wild snakes in their natural habitat. Most poachers attain their snakeskin by attaching the reptile to a stationary object, making an incision near the snake’s head and detaching the skin from the body in one piece. Alternatively, they can also be decapitated before the removal of their skin, although this procedure is seen as being less cost effective.

The most coveted snakes used in the fashion industry are ‘python curtus’, snakes with a brown-orange skin and ‘python reticulatus’, snakes with a grey and white skin. One benefit of snakeskin as a fabric is the versatility of the textured skin, which allows it to be dyed a variety of colours. Many fashion houses also treat snakeskin products with silicone before sale, which protects against possible everyday wear and degrading of the skin.

Not only is snakeskin a vital feature of modern day clothing and accessories but is also more frequently being used in the beauty industry to adorn nails – with a full set of python talons costing around £200.

Decades ago, snakeskin would have been reserved for bikers and rockers; however the material is so often used in the modern day that it is difficult to identify when its popularity will begin to decline.

Thursday, 6 October 2011

What the Blog?! A reflection on forced blogging...

So I am sitting in the writer's block at UCA in a 2 1/2 seminar on Blogging. We're learning about why to blog, what to blog, the benefits of blogging etc. I don't like the idea of this seminar. If the students sitting alongside me in this class really wanted to run their own blog, then they would already have one, or two, or three. Many girls in here, and even a few of the boys do have blogs. They are the ones I would be interested in reading, not those who will go home later this evening and create their own generic blog as a part of the course requirement. A blog requires thought. Don't create one for no reason - is there any point in doing so if there is no drive, no passion to write? At the beginning of this seminar we were all told that since 2002 there have been 133 million blogs created. This number rises everyday. How are we all expected to be unique bloggers, desirable to the 'market', when the majority of people in this class do not understand the importance of writing, even for practise. They assume it's too much hard work. They could be out drinking, sleeping, skyping their friends. Why can't they squeeze blogging in too? I do. I'm blogging now. I'm blogging more since being at University, since having a part time job than I did during summer. The only day I get off I get are Tuesdays. I run errands on Tuesdays.

Don't get me wrong - blogging is great. I'd love for 133 billion people to blog, let alone million (although that might make blogs a lot more difficult to sift through.) I am addicted to blogging. I read so many blogs and I read so many magazines and I am finding myself much more regularly leaning toward the opinions of favourite bloggers in my spare time rather than my favourite magazine writers.

However, after all this negativity, this is the point in my post where I may have to contradict myself slightly. The lecturer has just informed us that the creator of 'Coco's Tea Party' has recently graduated from UCA. The website is a huge success. My writing has been compared to hers a couple of times, a huge honour and compliment. Maybe if students are forced into blogging, their true talent comes out unexpectedly.

If there's one thing I want this series of lectures and seminars to teach me, it's to become a more consistent blogger with more interesting ideas. Relevance and originality is something blogging lacks these days, and hopefully my degree course will lead me down the path of how to become a more successful journalist.

Hasta luego lovelies xxx
Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device

Karl & I

This is an assignment we were given at uni to assess our grammatical skills. We were given half an hour (timed) and were told to write about or favourite fashion moment (the first time you realised you wanted to pursue a career in fashion, your favourite outfit, a celebrity whose style you admire etc) and I, of course, wrote about my recent 'encounter' with Karl Lagerfeld. I passed, in turn avoiding 'basics bootcamp'. This is what I wrote to do so...

After taking a ferry across the bay, from St Maxime to St Tropez, my best friend and I began wandering around ‘the playground of the rich and famous.’ The yachts steeped tall around us as we ventured past the harbour to the bar-lined sea front. In a town famous for elegance, eloquence and of course, star-spotting, we were eager to return to our villa with stories to impress the rest of our party. After a (rather dear) drink in an all-singing, all dancing bar (literally), we went in search for food, which appeared to be scarce in the cobbled, stereotypically French town. Some time later, we found ourselves approaching a pizza vendor. My best friend and I perched on a wall to consume our generously sized slices.

Whilst reminiscing about our day hunting for bargains (a term used lightly in these parts) around the market stalls of St Maxime, we saw a little man running past the yachts… backwards. Holding a camera the size of a small child, he was ferociously attempting to capture an important moment unknown to us. Beyond the bushes we were sitting behind, three figures appeared to be walking towards this little man, who, meanwhile, was stumbling backwards over pocket sized puppies and small confused children. Suddenly, I froze. “Harriet? What’s wrong?” my friend asked, perplexed by my neglect to finish the sentence I had started. I clutched my camera and stood up. My pizza fell (into my bag.) Karl Lagerfeld was standing two metres in front of me. He was looking around, I assume trying to find his misplaced friend. Our eyes met. At least, I can only assume that our eyes met behind those oh-so-famous sunglasses. His hands were adorned in fingerless, cream leather gloves. He wore dark jeans and a light grey blazer, a crisp pale blue and white striped shirt. My camera is no longer in my hand. My friend is no longer by my side. My mouth no longer closed.

Five minutes later my best friend returns with a side profile photograph of one of the greatest fashion designers alive. She seems excited and proud of her success. She asks who he is. I sigh as my bubble is burst and I am brought back to the reality of her basic fashion ignorance.

In the brief moment that Karl and I shared, I have never felt a longing so strong to become a successful fashion journalist, with the possibility of maybe – just maybe – meeting him one day in the professional world.  My fate was sealed in that one look.

Sunday, 2 October 2011

Sunday, 18 September 2011


So, I moved to my University house last weekend, although it is only 5 minute from my mums, and 10 minutes from my dads.
On Monday I went for a job interview at River Island and as of Thursday have become a new Sales Advisor :) Tomorrow I start Uni properly, with my first two lectures (in one day - I know :( )

Tonight my housemates and I are having a 'family sunday lunch' (it is 8.20pm and we are yet to eat...), which was of course, my brilliant idea.

I now also realise how hard student life is in terms of money. I'm finding that my weekly budget pretty much goes on food shopping and cigarettes instantly and I have no money to spend on clothes! Plus, my River Island staff discount only comes through after 4 weeks of working there, which is sad times.

Anyway, I better go as I'm being antisocial. I get my timetable tomorrow and will be sure to find a regular slot in my week to regularly blog :) 'cos I miss you all so much!


P.S - Jack Daniels now do BBQ sauce! Woo!

Sunday, 28 August 2011

can somebody hit me?

I am such an awful blogger. I have been missing you all so much, yet I have not found time to blog.
I got into UCA to study Fashion Journalism :) I'm uber excited but also a little nervous. I will be moving into the house I will be living in for a year on the 8th September and I'm really nervous that I'm not gonna like it. I have been talking to the girl who lives there, she seems really nice, but I haven't met any of the boys that will be living in the house too. (3 boys, 2 girls)

My freshers week starts on the 12th and I'm hoping there will be some people who are less inclined to blow all their student loan on alcohol and instead come shopping with me and spend it on some beautiful things (that cannot be drunk.) I have my eye on quite a lot of things right now as well so I'm excited for my student loan to come through, and to see what I'm left with to blow at the end of the month (yes, I have done a budget don't worry!)

Are any of you going to UCA in september, regardless of course? I'd love to meet some fellow bloggers there next month (just don't add me on Facebook 'til we've met cos I find that really awkward.)

Ooooh I also got my tattoo done :) my sister obviously did it for me and so it looks amazing. In fact, a friend of mine and my mum said that it looks like a transfer 'cos it's so perfect! I think it looks like a rainbow has exploded over my back (and apparently it's the most colourful tattoo Emily thinks she's ever done.) Anyway, take a look and tell me if you like him (his name is Horace.)

I decided to get a hummingbird ages ago, when I was about 16. To me it represents fragility and beauty and how amazing life can be. After this summer it also represents to me the fragility of life and how it can end at any unexpected moment. The cherry blossoms just represent ongoing life (and plus they're really pretty.)

Tattoo done by Emily Wood at Black Heart Tattoo Studio, Epsom

I have quite a few ideas on what else I want too :) Have any of you had any recently or have anything in mind? 
How have you all been?

Monday, 25 July 2011

Sleeping with the Angels

Words can't really describe how shit this July has been. The next blow being the death of my favourite musician Amy Winehouse. I remember talking about this day in 2007 with my best friend, Amy had been taken into hospital due to a reaction to her medication and I got really worried. My best friend's favourite artist is Pete Doherty, and so we came onto the topic of conversation about if we thought they would ever get clean or whether they would be beaten by their addictions. It makes it even harder to write about her dying due to the close proximity I have had to death recently.
Amy Winehouse changed music. She gave artists who would never have had the courage to perform the inspiration to create their own music, for instance Lady Gaga. She changed so many people's lives. She changed my life. She broke the generic, factory moulded pop music theme that had been occurring for years. She allowed people to be different. She took the shit from the tabloids and the media, she hardly ever complained even though there were daily attacks towards her from the likes of the Sun and the Daily Mail. What are they saying about her now? They're glorifying her. They are acting as though they never meant to write all the stuff they wrote before. Teasing her, bullying her.
Do you know how many people I have deleted off of facebook since this happened? 15. 15 'friends' who were making vile jokes about her death. Why do people these days have no respect? And then there were those posting things like 'You make me sick, how can people be more interested in the news of Amy Winehouse dying than the 92 people killed in Norway today?' The thing is... it's not that we don't care. It's that for some people she has changed lives. Sure, the Norway massacres are devastating and sick, yet how do we mourn the loss of the children we never knew? I have my respectful prayers for their families and my questions about the sanity of their murderer, but the death of 92 Norweigans and the death of a musician are two completely different things, and cannot possibly be associated. The only thing they have in common is the day of their death.

Amy, you are beautiful, your music changed me, I always believed in you. I'm so glad I got to see you when I did, and that we were standing at the front, and that you sang to me and I cried. I can't wait for your third album. Sleep well and look after Georgia xxxx

'Am in Devon. Lettie's reading me the bad things about alcohol and this pen is running out.
Amy went to hospital yesterday. USA Today told me. I don't know what to think anymore, obviously I care a great deal about her and Peter. It's funny feeling this when I've never even met them. Amy's my favourite artist. I don't know what I would do if something happened to her. I don't like thinking of it. Lettie said she'd be distraught about Pete and stay off school, I'd join her and just cry all day long. It's strange how someone or something can be so far away but so close to you at the same time.' -
29th July 2007 from my Diary

Thursday, 21 July 2011

Sainte Tropez

So I know I said I would post after my A levels but I've had a pretty rocky start to the summer. I don't really want to go into it but one of my friends died on her birthday from Meningitis. Her name's Georgia Tait if you want to read more about it online and become more aware of Meningitis (1 in 10 of us are dormant carriers.)

Anyway, a couple of days after it all happened I went to St Tropez with my best friend for 6 days (although she is still there for another two weeks with her boyfriend... jealous!) for a much needed break from everything. It all went so quickly and hardly feels like I went at all, apart from the tan I brought back with me to beautiful, rainy, miserable England.

On the first day we arrived we got to the villa (photos to come) which my friends family owns and unpacked. Then we proceeded to go a little bit crazy and danced around in our bikinis and took pictures of us being crazy. After ththat, we went to Sainte Maxime for dinner, although I could only manage a main course as it was ginormous, although Nikki did manage three courses and deserves a medal for it! We looked around the stalls after dinner and there were loads of lovely rings, however I'm running out of room on my fingers to buy any more long term rings :( so I bought some cigarettes instead. It was then when I learnt that the French really do not like the English at all (although the French that speak English as another language are very nice).

We went to St Tropez on Friday night and had a few drinks, my double JD and coke cost me 22€ and a Black Russian cocktail cost me 15€, so I can officaly say that St Tropez is crazy expensive. There were so many big yachts and impressive cars in the marina, and then there were all of the yachts that were too big to fit in the marina and had to float outside of it.

Now things begin to get exciting. Me and Nikki, having polished off two beers and a Black Russian decided to go in search of some reasonably priced food. We bough a slice of pizza each and went to sit down to eat it. All of a sudden I look up and WHO is standing right in front of me? KARL LAGERFELD. THE Karl Lagerfeld. I had my camera out but he was looking straight at me and I couldn't breathe and had to sit down. He continued to stand looking at us 3 metres away and I continued to look like a fool staring at him with my mouth open. He turned to keep walking and only then did I muster the strength to take a photo of him (shaking like a leaf.)
We managed to miss the last ferry home and had to pay 120€ for a 20 minute drive home which was crazy but it was a beautiful car. The day after St Tropez we had the best hangover ever, although now we wonder whether it was a hangover or whether we were still drunk. Either way, the whole day was so much fun, apart from at about 7pm when I got my banging headache. The rest of the holiday consisted of sunbathing, sunbathing, going to the beach to sunbathe, dancing, going a bit crazy, drinking and sunbathing.
Here are some photos :)

 Look at how big the wheels on this Rolls Royce are!

Karl Lagerfeld <3


The Hangover Day

All in all I had a great time, I got home on Tuesday evening and then reality set in of everything that kept going on back here. Yesterday was the funeral service for Georgia which was horribly devastating, but some lovely things were said by her best friends and family.