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
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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