tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44560934636214448322024-03-13T01:17:39.386+00:00MEMOIRS OF A JESSJessica Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02612338350497339677noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456093463621444832.post-7503466834198105872013-06-16T15:21:00.000+01:002013-06-16T15:21:21.122+01:0025 Facts About Moi<center> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bm6px-BUAT8/Ub3BaIDr5wI/AAAAAAAABDg/Mqyp5IXT2k0/s1600/rfjgn.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" width="550" height="550" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bm6px-BUAT8/Ub3BaIDr5wI/AAAAAAAABDg/Mqyp5IXT2k0/rfjgn.jpg" /></a>
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I am slightly hungover today after drinking far too much larger on an empty stomach (later rectified by having a midnight curry in one of my favourite restaurants on Wimslow Road). So I am feeling horribly lazy. Plus I am intending to go to Liverpool today to see my family for a little bit and it's already 3 'o clock and I am still in bed lying in my own filth and smelling like the average hungover person (yum). Basically I really can't be arsed today, so I thought I'd do that 25 Facts thing I have seen on most of the blogs I follow (I only use Bloglovin to follow blogs). It's quite a nice, lazy, self indulgent idea, and in my current state that's pretty fabulous. <p>
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1. I have a twin brother<br>
2. I have lived away from my parents since I was 16<br>
3. I have never tried meat or fish in my life, and never intend to<br>
4. I have had 4 parts of my body pierced<br>
5. In my last two years of secondary school my over all attendance was around 40%, but I still came out with 4 A*s.<br>
6. I have 4 siblings and one in the womb<br>
7. The most I have ever spent on an item of clothing was this January, on a coat from TopShop that was £100, before that it was £45<br>
8. I have never been to a music festival, and have only been to 4 gigs in my life<br>
10. I am an obsessive cleaner, and hate people staying in my house for that very reason<br>
11. I have been smoking for 8 years this year (you do the maths...)<br>
12. I am 5ft 1", and I don't think I have grown since I was about 10 (probably to do with the above^^^)<br>
13. I haven't seen my natural hair colour for 9 years<br>
14. When I was 12 I cut off my near-waist length hair to spite my Mum and it has barely grown since<br>
15. Truthfully, as much as I want to, I don't think I'll ever go to University<br>
16. I didn't eat/drink any milk, eggs, butter or cheese for 3 years.<br>
17. I can't stand "full fat" soda. It has to be diet or I can't physically drink it<br>
18. I eat Mustard with chips<br>
19. My biggest body hangup is my arms because they're covered in scars and I swear some penis' are longer than them (in other words, they're insanely short)<br>
20. As a kid I genuinely thought I could turn invisible<br>
21. I secretly want to buy half of my female friends sex toys, just so they chill the fuck out a little<br>
22. I've been obsessed with everything Japan since the MySpace days (2006)<br>
23. I am terrified at the prospect of driving<br>
24. I have been interested in Politics since I could talk<br>
25. I hate the fact that the majority of these facts start with "I"<p>
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And that's that! Hit me up with links to your own 25 facts below!<br>
Lots of Love,<p>
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<p dir=ltr>There's probably about 5 ladies in the Internet Kingdom that I often see and think "I want to be you".<br>
This could be due to their sheer coolness; their obscene beauty or their amazing style (or sometimes, in ego shattering situations, all three).<br>
I'll admit, I sometimes look at their photos for not just inspiration, but as a basis of self criticism. I compare myself obsessively to them, like to "be more like them" is some kind of life goal.<br>
These women are not public figures or celebrities plastered on magazines; they are people, people I know, people I don't. But I think I aspire to be them, or to put it less obsessively, am more influenced by them, with my weight, style and life choices, than I am with anyone else.<br>
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Is there anyone out there that feels like this? Are the girls on instagram making you feel like shit every time you eat a pizza?</p>
<p dir=ltr>Love, </p>
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<center><small><i>FROM TOP LEFT: Me and my friend Jess rocking our sunglasses; the Necklace that George got me for my birthday in January that I have never photographed; Movie night with me myself and I, watched Easy A again with Amanda Bynes before she was a hot mess; watched another brilliant film with these 3 lovely ladies in (The Bachelorette); Diet progress!; I thought I'd be a fish; Me and Jess having a tender moment; Josh and Faye's one year anniversary; Da Gurls; This weeks nails (done whilst pissed, biggest achievement of my life); Makeup free and feeling fresh!; My new book.</center></i></small><p>
Hey y'all. So the sun has gone back in across the Nation again. I have already broke out the tights in mourning.<br>
This post isn't strictly true as it isn't really my full week in photos due to my phone being cut off on Friday***. Having your phone cut off without any warning and not even being aware that you hadn't payed your bill (I was told on the phone that it had been paid) is a really fucking fantastic surprise. Needless to say, I've been feeling more than lost without it. The ridiculous thing is, I have the cash to pay for it, but Vodafone don't except cash payments of bills in store (why?!) and as most of you who follow me on Twitter will know my bank has been on lock down for about 2 weeks now so cash is all I got.<br>
Anyway, I've been in Manchester the last couple of days, I was only supposed to stay two nights but once I get here I hate leaving. So I haven't.<br>
All in all, I've had a great week, I've seen a lot of my friends, loved the weather, spent hours trying to make my fake tan even on my back, drank a lot of cider, watched a lot of movies and lost some weight! (Although since I have got back to Manc I've been naughty and eating chocolate and pizza oops).<br>
I'm a bit angry at myself today as even though me and George were up until about half 6 watching <a href="http://titlisbusykitchen.com/about">this lovely lady</a> I did want to get up early(ish) and get some shopping done but I've managed to sleep until half 4. So I am posting this and then heading into town.<br>
By the way I have spent some time giving my blog a complete overhaul, messing around with HTML and CSS all night. Let me know what you think!<br>
Hope everyone's good and congratulations to everyone who have finished their exams!<p>
Love,<br>
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***It was Wednesday, I often get horribly mixed up with days!Jessica Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02612338350497339677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456093463621444832.post-4362468162610493082013-06-07T19:02:00.001+01:002013-06-15T02:49:56.111+01:00My week in pictures #2<center><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivSEWox4o2g/UbIc3ZJwV9I/AAAAAAAABBQ/xQBMiouHQiI/s1600/collage1.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" height="550" width="550"src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ivSEWox4o2g/UbIc3ZJwV9I/AAAAAAAABBQ/xQBMiouHQiI/s1600/collage1.jpg" /></a><br>
<small><i><center>FROM TOP LEFT: The Roses my fabulous George bought me, stealing away my "being bought flowers" virginity in one beautiful swoop; me posing in the pub toilets with George's top on (he also had a top on, just not this one, he's not a nudist); moi et ma un, George said this "is us in a picture"; my nails this week, to match the sky!; a Church in Manchester I saw on my wanderings; me in the sunshine; me again; the flowers in my garden; George looking very georgeous; Georgie again; the beer garden we were in; my pint in the sunshine; my reward for walking; the Hilton building in Manchester; me smiling; me posing today.<p></small></center></i>
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Haven't really done much today, although my letter came from Nation Wide so I can open a new current account with them since Llyods TSB have locked me out of my bank account (motherfuckers). And I ate porridge. Just spending the day in the sun listening to music dreaming about beer.<p>
Love!
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I think that may be the longest hiatus I have ever taken in my life, with the exception of that 19 year hiatus I have taken from participating in any sort of physical activity. <p>
I thought I would come back to blogging since although I don’t miss resizing photos and desperately trying to get my shoes in my outfit posts without it looking like someone’s removed my knee caps or I have a severely bent spine, I do miss the community blogging brings and the often overwhelming idea that someone out there actually wants to hear what I have to say or look at photos of me looking miserable- seriously did I ever smile in 2012?- in the above positions.<p><p>
With that I shall give you a short summary of what has been happening in the world of Jess since September:<p>
I have moved house yet again, this time into a house with more than two rooms (shocker) where the ceiling stays up and there is equipment of the clothes washing kind and a magical modern commodity that keeps your food cold (I know, mad) I absolutely love my new house and can’t help but feel human after living in what basically ended up being a leaky crack den after a couple of months. I honestly can’t even explain to you all how different this place is, and how much happier I am. I wake up every morning and even after being here a month I still can’t quite believe my luck. Plus my landlords are fabulous!<p>
Me and George are still together, I won’t divulge too much on the subject as I know he gets pissed off when I broadcast details of him/us to the internet. He’s one of those strange sorts that actually have more of a life offline. So all I am going to say is that I’ve never been happier, and cliché aside, he genuinely is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. (If you follow me on twitter, you basically get a running commentary of how much he makes me smile).
After an insane couple of months in which there was far too much alcohol, substances and tears which I am more than glad to turn my back on, I can finally recognise myself again. I can say now that I have never felt more whole than I have done in the past 5 weeks than I have in my life. (This may or may not have something to do with the fact I can now buy cheese).<p>
Unfortunately I had to sell my camera (along with everything else worth anything) a couple of months ago during one of those fabulous periods where you can’t afford food, but Vodafone (made the arguable mistake) of giving me a phone contract so that’ll do. I don’t really plan on just filling my blog with pictures of me looking like someone’s shat in my pocket any longer anyway because that’s just not interesting. <p>
Can’t really think of much else to share, except that I am still poor, but that’s half the fun.<p><center>
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Yo ma bros and hoes. Thought I'd do a quick post. I am going to Manchester in a couple of hours to see the boyf. I thought perhaps it would be nice to mention his name rather than just titling him "The boyfriend"- his name is George and he goes to Man met. There, now we have got those formalities out of the way, I shall continue.<p>
I've never been to Manchester before (except a school Geography trip in year 10...), strange indeed since it's so close to Liverpool and Leeds, but being a scouser and all, I've never really felt the need to go. I remember, fondly, the shops, and almost getting hit by a tram, so that should be exciting.<p>
I'm wearing basically the same thing as yesterday, but as I am going to see le George I have a few hidden items on underneath teehehe. Y'all know what I mean.<p>
I always get compliments on this necklace- I got it on sale a few weeks ago and I like how it adds a bit of colour to my otherwise increasingly monotone wardrobe. I've fell in love with these shoes, lovin' all the Lita copies on the highstreet at the moment. There is no way I'd ever have considered paying the full whammy on a real pair so replicas will do me just fine thanks.<p>
Hope you all have a lovely weekend and I shall see you on the other side (AKA. Monday).<p>
Love, as always<p>
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Long time no see motherfuckers. Yes, I have returned from the flurry of post-breakup flat hunting, binge drinking and late nights. You'll be pleased to know (well I certainly hope you will be, otherwise you're just a heartless bastard) that I am now fully settled in my own flat, I have a wonderful new boyfriend (who FYI doesn't treat me like a piece of shit, score!), I am back at college and I have far, far too much time on my hands due to a unfortunate lack of funds to purchase a television.<p>
It's been an oddly positive summer considering what happened at the beginning of it; I've met some of the most amazing people, I have gained a social life, a taste for (perhaps a little too strongly) a good night out, AAB grades in my exams, confidence and freedom from a relationship that basically considered of me waiting hand and foot on a guy who didn't appreciate me. So all and all, a nice little result there.<p>
But we won't dwell on that too much.<p>
All of what I am wearing are new purchases, bought with my own hard earned cash. I have been through a purse-massacring phase in the last two months where instead of going to the Launderette (my flat lacks a washing machine, or any plumbing to install one) to wash my clothes, I have just bought tons of new ones. I finally snapped out of that this week and decided, in a moment of sheer frugal genius (partially encouraged by a lack of clean underwear) to buy some travel wash and fabric conditioner and wash my clothes by hand. I bought a cheap washing line from Wilkos and hung it up in my kitchen and slowly but surely have been getting through two months worth of dirty clothes. Amazing stuff Jess. Amazing stuff.<p>
I am desperate to share with you all my little home so that shall be my next post (when I've done some tidying, at the moment I have flooded it with college work).<p>
So there we have it. My first post since May. Hope you have all been doing well, and that your livers haven't taken too major of a beating over summer. <p>
Lots of love<p>
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Obviously everyone and their nan are doing one of these in the blogosphere, but I think it's a really sweet idea and is an easy way to share what you have been doing with your time, and it makes me feel better that someone out there might actually be fooled by this and may actually believe that for the past week I have actually had some sort of life outside of politics text books and cleaning.<br>
Which brings me onto my next point, I am pretty sure every student blogger you follow has done the exact same thing every year since their established internet existence but, hell, I am going to say it anyway; I am sorry for the lack of posting but exam season is upon us and we all know that means dry shampoo, shit food, leggings, break-outs, lack of sleep and a body/mind on the verge of complete breakdown, and so, unfortunately, blogging takes the back seat for now. The good news is I will be out of the loathsome black hole that is exams on the 22nd of May, which also concludes my having to do anything for 10 weeks (FREEDOMMMM) and so blogging will be my primary purpose.<p>
Hope all of you who are doing exams at the moment are staying sane! Good luck!<p>
Lots of love, from the vortex of doom (a.k.a. non-stop revision), <p>
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Sappinin' beautifuls? I wasn't going to post today, but I love this dress so much I had to share it with you all, so the ol' tripod got whipped out.<p>
I've had a bit of an odd day today; as most of you will know, the Easter Holidays ended on Sunday, so yesterday I totted back to Leeds City College bright and early to once again attempt to squeeze a decent education out of it (it's harder than it sounds). I haven't seen the morning sun in weeks, and had fallen into a routine of waking up about 1pm every day, getting out of bed around 2- only for my want of a coffee and a cigarette, and then lazing about until 3am when I'd finally exhausted myself doing nothing. Rinse and repeat. Needless to say, then, that getting up at 7am on Monday morning was something I had been long dreading, but it was absolutely fine. Obviously, like any good student with a fucked up sleeping pattern, I had readily prepared myself the night before, doing my hair and laying my clothes out and having my bag packed and ready to roll, but regardless, I wasn't tired at all when I woke up. I still decided to leave a little early and get myself a coffee as a precaution. The day went ahead fine, I got myself a toasted English muffin with cheese and tomato in the train station to fill my hungry little belly that wasn't used to being awake at that hour, and to prepare myself for a good educating, when, to my annoyance, my English class had been cancelled, and I had another 5 and a half hours until my next class. I was not a happy bunny, let me tell you that. Anyway, I could have easily left all of that out, because all I really wanted to say was that I wasn't tired yesterday until about 9 when I suddenly just wiped out, and then was kept up by King Kyle until God knows what time in the morning, because he was playing Fifa and watching a documentary.<p>
This morning however, was a completely different ball game altogether. My alarm went off at 8, and I turned it off immediately, then it went again at 8:15, and again, I turned it off, so fifteen minutes later when my 8:30 alarm went off, I was too tired to even care, and just turned it off again, without realising that I had stupidly presumed that 3 alarms would be enough to encourage me to get my arse out of bed. How very wrong I was. So I slept. And slept. I slept through two lessons! I only woke up because Kyle decided to steal the covers and irritate me until I got up to get him a Greggs "as punishment" for not going to college. Bastard. Anyway, I did get out of bed, and got showered etc. and then came back up to put my make-up on and do my hair (which consisted of spraying dry shampoo all over it, rubbing it in and then leaving it to do what it wanted), but oh no, I wasn't allowed to do that, how dare I put make-up on when Kyle needs feeding? As any good woman would do, I just did it slower and slower every time he complained. Model wife right here. <p>
Now about the dress (seamless transition right here). I was going to wear my H&M maxi (that I wore as a skirt <a href="http://bestfriendonthepayroll.blogspot.co.uk/2011/11/i-bleed.html">here</a>) because I just wanted something comfy and light rather than my usual 4832 layers of clothes nipping me in here there and everywhere, but alas, I couldn't find it, so I thought I'd stick this one on. I have only worn it once before, a few months ago, when it was freezing and I wore it with about 6 jumpers and my shearling coat. But as it's such a nice cut, and feels so well made, I thought I'd wear it on it's own today (I did wear an American Apparel Ottoman jacket over it, but it didn't photograph well and I just looked like a big black ball). When I put it on, Kyle looked really puzzled and when I questioned his look, I got this back "that's a really nice dress...why are you wearing it to college"; his opinion was that it was "a waste" to wear to college, and that I looked too dressed up, like I was going to a funeral. Cheers babe. I don't know what his thing is about me in black maxi dresses, he usually laughs at all of my clothes, but if I stick on a black maxi he's full of compliments. He actually picked that H&M maxi out for me, when I was working (so I was absolutely skint, £3.64 has a whole new value when you've worked an hour ripping open packages of walking clothes and hanging them for it) and we had a rushed trip to the Trafford Center. Then again, he hates me wearing anything that shoes my figure/flesh...he once forebode me from leaving the house without tights, and on my 18th birthday we argued in Marks and Spencers about what level of opaque tights I should buy (he wanted me to buy the 40 denier and I wanted the 15, in the end I bought both to shut him up). Even my Dad said the 15's looked better. Then again, my Dad isn't as over-protective! (Just for the record, I wore the 15 denier ones). So perhaps he just likes me wearing maxi dresses because it's the closest thing a girl can get to being almost completely covered up (unless you're Nigella Lawson, who takes it to a <a href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2011/04/18/article-1378326-0BAD941400000578-801_634x770.jpg">whole new level</a>... <p>
So in the end I went to Greggs for him (and witnessed someone robbing a sandwich and getting caught. Robbing from Greggs is so desperate it deserves a mention) and felt like an utter dick wearing the dress, and partly because I did actually look like I was going to a funeral/was a massive goff, and partly felt like I should be going to a dinner party, not to buy a steak bake (I didn't actually get a steak bake, Kyle and I are both vegetarian. Fun fact #23). I came home and was so paranoid that I had decided to get changed. That was until I realised that I wasn't about to take fashion critisim off a guy who last year spent weeks searching the highstreet for some white trousers.<p>
In the end, I am so glad I didn't take it off, as I got quite a lot of compliments on it, and even though I looked like some sort of warped cross between a Nun and a widow, it felt pretty good. I also did feel a bit 90's in it, what with the dress, sans-bra, creepers and socks- but since the 90's was the decade God's were born (main example, me), that wasn't such a bad thing. I wish the dress/I photographed better, I don't feel like these do it any justice...I'll most definitely be wearing this dress again though, and could forgive myself for posting it as another outfit post.<p>
Ah, would you look at that, my writers block has obviously solved itself! Hurrah!<p>
Hope you're all having a good week so far! Do post your blogs in a comment below- I am in the need of some new blogs to read at the moment and would love to take a look at yours!<p>
Lots of hugs and kisses<p><p>
<p><image class="centered"alt="post signature" src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2ppahw9.jpg" /></p>Jessica Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02612338350497339677noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456093463621444832.post-48767781395460914682012-04-15T18:01:00.000+01:002012-04-15T18:01:20.212+01:00Sunday Morning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<small><center><i>Top: £15, <a href="https://marketplace.asos.com/boutique/mad-elizabeth">Mad Elizabeth</a> Shorts: £15, Mad Elizabeth Shoes: £36, <a href="http://www.office.co.uk/womens/office/neneh_wedge/10/11234/30135/1?fs=11234">Office</a> Belt: £1.50, Primark </i></center></small><p>
Wow, it's been so long that I genuinely don't know what to write...<p>
I suppose I just haven't really felt like blogging recently- I've been so busy it's actually sickening, I haven't even had a chance to go home (back to Liverpool); my Dad said that Jasmine (my one year old sister, she's fucking adorable) will be grade 8 in piano and getting married by the time I come up! He's probably not lying either, because I am a) too poor to afford the train fare and b) too busy with college work to spare the weekend, oh and then there's the fact that the kid's a genius...<p>
Obviously I have managed to find the time and money to dramatically change my hair colour, but a scouse girl has got to do what a scouse girl gotta' do, and that entails doing their hair. It looks like it's got patches of orange in these photos, because I had to put the contrast up so much so that you could actually make out the outfit (why is it that on your camera screen the lighting looks fine and then when you upload them to your computer BAM dark as fuck...). I had a bit of a disaster at the hair dressers to tell you the truth, but I reckon I am going to do a video about that and how I got my hair this colour separately anyway.<p>
You'll be (hopefully) pleased to know though that all of my hard work is paying off somewhere and I got two A's in my January exams! Getting those results when you were so convinced you were going to fail that you'd already arranged to use last years grade is a pretty amazing feeling. However, I have exams coming up next month which I am having to start preparing for, so my glee was short-lived.<p>
I wore this outfit <strike>two days in a row</strike> to go to Nandos with <a href="https://twitter.com/#!/jadeeSaysRelax">Jade</a> and then to go to see Titanic 3D with the girls (balled my eyes out, not gonna' lie). I bought it on a little shopping trip turned major splurge a few weeks ago. I had to buy the shorts because I can actually eat in them and my arse is well and truly covered, which are traits my other shorts just can't compete with, and the top I had to get because I lovvvve the Velvet Underground and Lou Reed (and no, I don't just know Satellite of Love...). I have to admit, I don't like the way it's the generic Andy Warhol 'The Velvet Underground and Nico' print, but then, what can you expect from a vintage shop? It's like asking for a Nirvana T-shirt that wasn't either just Kurt or the Nevermind cover- it ain't going to happen. The shoes, although you can't really see them, are like the love child of creepers, converse, trainers and flatforms (it was a major shoe orgy, I'll tell you that...)- I was a bit worried they'd make me look like a massive goff, but after wearing them a few times I have absolutley fallen in love with them; as I've said before, being so short and hating heels so much it's hard for me to get extra height without being in pain, and these do the job beautifully.<p>
I have serious writers block right now so I'll leave it at that! I have some reviews drafted and ready to go, just need to photograph the products and they'll be straight out. Also, if you have <a href="http://instagr.am/">Instagram</a> (SO happy when they finally made an app for Android!) my username is <b>sheoncewasadoll</b> and I'd be honored to have my life in photographs plastered all over your phone.<p>
Lots of love!<p>
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<small><center><i><u>Jacket:</u> <a href="http://store.americanapparel.co.uk/rsacr374.html?cid=213-729&c=Truffle%20/%20Black">American Apparel</a>, £29 <u>T-shirt:</u> Hand-me-down <u>Trousers:</u> <a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.co.uk/pins-+amp-needles-rose-print-trousers/invt/5123466962346/&bklist=">Urban Outfitters</a>, £9 <u>Necklace:</u> <a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.co.uk/tribal-feather-pendant-necklace/invt/5762401203886/&bklist=">Urban Outfitters</a>, £4.50 <u>Ankle Boots:</u> TopShop, £35 (gift from the Kyle)</i></small></center>
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Hey my main bitchezzz. Yes I did just greet you like that; that's just how I roll now... First of all, I would like to say a massive thank you for all of the amazing response I have got from my last post via Twitter, comments, views and speaking to people in general. I am rather overwhelmed with how many of you took your time to read it (it's my blogs most popular post by almost double!) and respond to it- and there was little me thinking no one would bother! Thank you all so very, very much!<p>
Back to an outfit post this time I am afraid. Although I have got some exciting DIY tutorials etc. coming up so watch this space! Every single thing I am wearing today (that I purchased myself) was on sale; the jacket especially was a steal (horribly aware right now that I am wearing the brand that I spent my last post ripping apart...), as anyone who shops at American Apparel would know, their sales are shit and hardly ever come about, and when they do they're so poorly advertised that unless you happen to stroll into the shop on the very few days they are having the sale, you're not going to know about it. This jacket remained full price on the website, but for some reason the Leeds store had it half price (not complaining...). I actually just walked past it and because of my, truly crippling, outwear-hauling disease (IT'S REAL OK) I just had to try it on, and because I tried it on, I obviously had to buy it. And so that I did.<p>
The trousers are a bit of out of comfort zone- they're clearly meant for a taller lady than me and my 5 feet and 1 inch, and they have a terrible habit of making me look even smaller (I'm talking borrower size here), but I still love them and as I don't wear/have many prints in my life these have a very special place in my wardrobe... Unfortunately, they're see-through as well, not good for anyone who doesn't want to flash their knickers to the world or catch a severe cold, but being the genius I unquestionably am, I just wear them with some three-quarter length leggings underneath and Wa La! Problem solved. Plus, £9 is a bargain.<p>
The necklace doesn't even need explaining; it's orange and has feathers----and was £4.50. You can't argue with that.<p>
The lipstick I am wearing (MAC Matte in 'Lady in Danger') is definitely my new favourite. My heart weakens at the very thought of red lipstick so when I saw this one for sale for an amazing £8 on <a href="http://www.notafashionstudent.com/">this lovely lady's</a> beautiful blog, there was no question that it had to be on my lips asap. It came through the post yesterday and I actually love it so much I slept with it on last night, much to the confusion of Kyle.<p>
Eurgh, I put false nails on for the first time in my life on Tuesday and I have found them completely fine except for typing! They're hitting every surrounding key instead of the one I actually bloody want! Anyway, I am starving and I have my usual 1000 tonnes of washing to do so I shall leave it at that for now. Hope you're all feeling as jolly as I am and enjoying the double figured temperatures!<p>
Chow for now.<p><p>
<p><image class="centered"alt="post signature" src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2ppahw9.jpg" /></p>Jessica Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02612338350497339677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456093463621444832.post-87829318533731543792012-02-16T20:16:00.000+00:002012-02-16T20:16:12.276+00:00American Apparel: a teenage (boys) dream.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Like many people, I love American Apparel- although the prices often flood my bag with the tears of my tortured debit card, the clothes themselves are worth the pain, and mostly promise to stand the test of time, of general wear-and tear and the ever-changing face of fashion.<br><br>
As anyone who reads my blog would know, I am not one who enjoys spending money; even the thought of someone spending £400 on a bag triggers a flush of acid to my throat...If I can’t justify the money leaving my purse, it will stay closed. But since I trust in the quality and the versatility of American Apparel, I, most of the time, have no problem with buying from them, and have since had no regrets.<p>
I have to make that clear before I get to the actual point of this blog post: I do shop at American Apparel and am (aside from a few unsavoury dealings with their twisted, non-existent, refund policy...) a happy customer. However, if I take money out of the equation, the reason I sometimes have reservations about buying American Apparel is their advertising.<p>
Forget risking the embarrassing browsing history, monthly fees and the threat of saturating your computer with virus’- American Apparel adverts are teeming with young women with their tits, fanny’s and, if you’re lucky, a glimpse of pubic hair, hanging out for your pleasure; posing like they’re ready to fuck, wearing next to nothing, they look like they’ve been freshly plucked out of a LA ghetto at 15 and fed heroin to stand in front of a camera and masturbate. <p>
Obviously I am aware that it’s just the styling, and that these girls are professional models and are probably not ex-prostitutes who just can’t get used to wearing many clothes, but they do look like they’ve just had a night of coke and rough sex and have woken up to find a pervert with a camera in their face promising them a full English if they can just get a few more shots in. (Disclaimer: this has never happened to me, so I don’t know how one actually looks after a night such as that, but if I had to guess...)<p>
Nudity doesn’t offend me, nor does pornography, and I fully believe that sexual freedom is a thing of great importance in order to sustain/create equality and democracy. However, when I am shopping for clothes, I really don’t want some half dressed, well-oiled, barely-legal, young woman’s nipples screaming at me at the top of my screen. That doesn’t sell clothes for me. <p>
Three guesses for what gender the people behind AA’s advertising are? For some completely unknown reason, I think it might just be the work of men. Which there is obviously nothing wrong with; I am sure there are thousands of innovative and brilliant male advertisers out there, but I think, in this case, they have completely forgotten that they’re supposed to be selling women’s clothes TO women.<p>
Forgive me, I know it’s been said billions of times, but if the Pankhurst’s, or any one of the thousands of women who fought for our rights over centuries of male dominance, saw us letting this sort of advertising continue, I think they would have taken their picket boards and thrust it squarely in their stomachs. <p>
This isn’t just a result of a society increasingly accepting sexual expression, this right here is simply advertisers using the women’s body to sell you their goods, and using the ‘sexual revolution’ to their own advantage, in this case, to take off more of her clothes. It’s something that advertisers have used explicitly since the 50’s—just because you live in a society where you can happily tweet “Just had the best sex of my life” without thinking, don’t think that as a woman you no longer have to fight- you do, in the same way that just because these adverts have a woman mid-thrust in a thong instead of posing with a can of soup, don’t think that these images don’t sexually exploit women. They do.
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All in all, from a consumer perspective, I just don’t find it necessary to have an arse in my face when I am looking for a pair of socks, and find it a bit weird that if I show my boyfriend a skirt I like he might get an erection. It’s not empowering women, it’s not selling the clothes in any way and it’s making it difficult to browse the site in a public place without looking like an utter nympho. I'll admit that, like many of us, my boyfriend may or may not have similar photographs of me on his phone, but I didn't send him them for him to consider purchasing the shirt I may or may not have been wearing in them. If I typed in "school girl gets naughty in bedroom" I'd be extremely happy with the majority of these photos, but, alas, I didn't, and I got them anyway. So to summarise what I think of American Apparel's general advertising- it’s just fucking stupid.
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Hola you beautiful people! This was actually what I wore on Monday, and I have been meaning to post it ever since but just haven't found the time, life got in the way, as they say.<p>
I have had a horrible week; money issues, assessments, complete lack of motivation etc. etc. It's just been one of those weeks when absolutley everything you touch turns to absolute shit. In fact, just today, the toilet overflowed. Fucking fantastic. That's always nice.<p>
Anyway I am not here to talk about plumbing now am I? I am here to talk about CLOTHES. And I bloody love clothes.<p>
I love this skirt- I bought it online before Christmas. I have to say, the delivery took the actual piss but it was well worth waiting for. I have a <a href="http://bestfriendonthepayroll.blogspot.com/2011/12/boys-on-radio.html">similar one</a> in plain black which I have worn to death and I know that shape doesn't make me look like the half-ton mum, which is not the look I am really going for, so when I saw this one on sale I thought eh why not. And I have no regrets. I am sure a lot of people would wear it as a dress or jazz it up for a night out, and I actually think it would look amazing with a pair of heels and a more formal top, but as I have excessively established on <a href="https://twitter.com/#!/sheoncewasadoll">twitter</a> I am an 18 year old who prefers baking pies to taking shots so we can abandon the idea of me going out in it completely right now (out of your mind? Good, I shall continue...)<p>
You should have seen Kyle's face when he saw me wearing this T-shirt, it was hilarious. I've mentioned before that he absolutley hates me wearing his clothes, but I just can't help it! The way I see it is, I wash them all and fold them all up, and so I have the right to wear them ;) obviously you should all know by now I absolutley adore Moz, so the reasons for me wearing this T-shirt is pretty clear haha.<p>
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Bleh it's been such a struggle to write this post, I've been really homesick recently so my heads just everywhere. I promise my next post won't be as forcefully cheerful! Hope you've all managed to keep the smile on your beautiful faces.<p>
EDIT: Oh I forgot to mention, I experimented a little with my tripod to see if I could get some full body shots so you can all get a good laugh at how short my ickle legs are, and I found that if I strategically balance it on my bed I can get my feet in. Let me know if you'd prefer me to take them like this all of the time or stick with the old above knee shots.
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And about the shoes, they're beautiful and they were such a bargain, but they've well and truly ripped my right foot apart...<p>
Lots of love and kisses,<p>
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The rumours aren’t true: I am alive. MAN IT FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK. I have truly missed blogging, the whole blogging community and of course, most importantly, you guys. It has been far too long.
I’ve been ridiculously busy in the past few months; Christmas has come and gone (far too quickly), New Year hazed by, my birthday (oh yes, I am now an adult in the eyes of the law, which means I can post naked pictures, sorry, I’m turning this into a blog exploiting the female body, if you don’t like it I apologise but it’s already all finalised... Oh and I can vote, except I can’t really contribute directly to democracy as my vote will most likely be wasted on tactical voting, jee thanks First Past the Post, you’re the best!) and of course, the much dreaded January exams.<p>
What do you all think of the new layout? I draw all of my blog backgrounds etc. although I get horribly impatient and so end up cutting corners on their quality, but hey, who really cares? I realised that I actually really don’t like dark backgrounds on blogs; I think in a lot of cases they look really unprofessional & claustrophobic- I’ve always had dark backgrounds, and I think a lot of it dates back to the good ol’ MySpace days! I’ve never been one for white backgrounds, but I thought, considering I am an adult (Ha!) now I have to start appreciating beiges and whites, using fluffy towels (I never want to give up my sand paper towels. Ever.) and disregarding the concept of ‘first come, first served’ at train stations.<p>
I’ve been giving a lot of thought recently to features, and I can’t really think of anything that hasn’t been done before regarding fashion and beauty features and I am not too comfortable with ripping off someone else’s idea so I have been umming and arring over a weekly feature which has nothing to do with either. My love and unfaltering passion for politics, current affairs and moaning is almost, if not more, important to me than clothes, in fact, the two have a very significant relationship- it’s not a coincidence that vintage has become more ‘mainstream’ in the middle of a recession. Anyway, I’ll just cut to the chase: what do you think about a weekly feature that explores a particular issue? It is extremely important to me that young people like myself feel like they can relate and participate in politics and realise its enormous influence on their lives. I promise I’ll try and make it as interesting and engaging as possible, and that I’ll talk about issues important to you. It won’t always be about political affairs, it can be about how the media portrays women etc. Just let me know your thoughts, as honest as you like.<p>
I have considered leaving Kyle to live happily ever after with that bag. I absolutely adore it. I fell in love with it’s <a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.co.uk/oak-pebbled-backpack/invt/5771463332020/&bklist=">sister</a> earlier this month in the Urban Outfitters sale in their Liverpool store, however I was really disappointed to learn that although it was in the, clearly marked, sale section, it didn’t have a reduced price on it, and so I walked away. So last week I popped into my local Leeds store with my friend Jade to have a look around, and bought a gorgeous coat (which I shall show you, because it’s beautiful) and who was there, staring at me? The bag. And Oh God did I want it, but Jade convinced me (she has control, I really don’t) that I should leave it for now and come back another time. Obviously I went back, and saw this one for the same reduced price of £30.00- well it had to be the tie dye one, it’s just so much more interesting to look at. <p>
We haven’t parted since I bought him. He has loads of little sections for all of my many, many un-necessary things and it fits all of my books and folders in beautifully. I have a bit of a problem with the lining of my bags ripping and sucking in important things that go un-noticed until my fingers stray into crumbs and bag debris and I finally realise there is a gaping hole, and I have also developed a nasty habit of spilling things when my bag slips down to my elbow crease and causes a levee effect, and a massive mess. So basically, it’s my perfect bag. <p>
Just a quick note on Urban Outfitters: I have always had quite a negative view on UO due to its seemingly generic clothing and high prices but I have actually, by actually purchasing from them, grown to regret these previous ill feelings as I have realised you’re actually paying for good quality and a nice fit. Plus they do student discount on top of sale prices WHICH IS THE BEST THING EVER.<p>
I am planning to get my £25 worth out of these shorts so I’ll post about these another day, and I’ve been clinging onto that coat for dear life since the weather has decided we can all join the fish fingers in the freezer isle so I am sure I will have the opportunity to write about Sheep in the very near future (that's his name, kind of sick for a life-long vegetarian but it lessens my guilt).<p><p>
Sorry about this post being so long and disjointed, I am absolutely knackered and I am supposed to be doing coursework (priorities=well and truly warped). Hope you’ve all had a fantastic start to the New Year!
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Lots of hugs and kisses,<p><p>
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<i>^^^Most flattering and Vogue-worthy facial expression the world has ever seen.</i><P>
So I thought I would make a video as continuing on from what I said yesterday, I am feeling slightly deflated and underwhelmed by my blog and its lack of variety. I didn't think making a video would be that difficult though; for some reason I just seem to melt into some sort of stuttering flaccid mess whenever the record button is pushed and I am the subject. I bollocked it up at least 8 times and as a Youtube virgin (almost, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QjxQQ1PKEK4">if you're that interested</a> there is a blonde me and my long haired brother with our culinary delights three years ago) it is a complete disaster. Might have to have a couple of shots of the ol'vodka next time for some courage...<p>
If you follow me on <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/sheoncewasadoll">twitter</a> you'll know that today hasn't been my best. The Kyle has been a bit of a dick, to put it politely, and all we've done all day is bicker. Ah, to go back to the days where we lived 90 miles away from each other and only spent romantic weekends together (i.e. occasionally leave the house/show mutual affection for each other)...Men and women shouldn't live with each other, and if they do, they should have separate bedrooms so that the man can eat as many tuna/prawn sandwiches/leave as many half-drank beer bottles fermenting for as long as he likes in his personal room instead, rather than making the poor woman suffer and then get in a mood with her and accuse her of being a moaning, nagging lunatic when she finally cannot take the stench of decomposing fish and yeast any longer and ask you to take the offending objects down the stairs. Obviously I am not talking about me here, it's just a general view. Fucking men...<p>
Let me know if videos are something you would like to see more of and I hope you're all having a lovely night (in your non-fish smelling bedrooms). Byeee!<p>
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It was a dismal and bitter December night; the wind was violently tearing through all it came across, rain slammed itself against the windows and the night seemed to swallow any flicker of light that dared spoil its dark bastion. But somewhere amongst the Yorkshire dales, a blogger awoke and once more took to her keyboard, and so it was a ghost blog no more…<p>
HI GUYS. I thought I’d step into the overused, soiled and completely un-wearable boots of Mr. Charles Dickens for you all considering its Christmas and all- didn’t quite work did it? What. A. Shame.<p>
Well I may as well just plunge right into it then. I have been a terrible, terrible excuse of a blogger lately. It’s been well over a month since I last posted and for that I feel awful. My excuse is feeble really, but I am going to drench you in it anyway and then coat you all in apologises in the hope you’ll be too busy looking at the pretty sugar glaze to remember that you’re soaking wet (I am nice). Basically, it has been too cold to even consider wearing anything remotely nice. I’ve been far too busy desperately trying to drown myself in layers to think about what look they collectively create. Luckily I have finally got some money in my pocket (aka. Bank) and so will do what most other mammals are too inferior to do in the winter- hunt. Yes, yes, it may not be for food (although I have been spending an absurd amount of time in Greggs recently devouring their Christmas tree biscuits), but, lets be honest now, you wouldn’t catch a squirrel waking up in dark and dragging itself to work every morning. Oh no, squirrels have the pleasure of staying in their little homes all warm and sleeping until the cold has subsided. We don’t. Therefore it is perfectly acceptable for a human to buy new clothes in order to keep itself warm. And yes, they do have to be pretty, because otherwise the human in question will be deemed unattractive and thus be unable to attract a mate and then the whole human race and the meaning of life itself will be undermined, and that’s not good at all. (Applaud here).<p>
So there we have it, my excuse.<p>
I’m not too pleased with my blog at the moment, I think it is seriously lacking in depth. All outfit post and no other things(?) makes Jess a dull girl. I am hoping to do some reviews and videos etc. very soon. I never intended this blog to be just outfit posts- that’s not really the sort of blog I read myself, I prefer a variety of features and a bit of personality, which I can’t really say my blog has at the moment. Hi motivation, bit of help here mate?<p>
And finally a long overdue hello to all of my new followers! Who would have thought that by not posting I could gain followers- I hope you’re not trying to tell me something there! I’ve said it before and I will say it again, I am genuinely ridiculously grateful to everyone that takes the time to look at my ickle blog and comment and read what I have to say. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.<p><p>
I, of course, being me and all, have tons more to say, but I am going to spare you from my ramblings for now and save them for another post. I hope you’re all feeling more festive than I am and that no one has lost any valuable limbs from the cold!<p>
Lots of love<p>
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<i>LISTENING TO: Morrissey, Alma Matters</i>
<small><i>*were all free as they are hand-me-downs/borrowed from friends or family</i></small>Jessica Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02612338350497339677noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456093463621444832.post-10580780383104132252011-11-17T16:43:00.001+00:002011-11-17T17:37:30.656+00:00Conversation 16<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<center><i><small>Coat: £35, TK MAX Cardigan: Free, Kyle's wardrobe Fur stole: (Vintage) Free, Sister's wardrobe Dress: Free, Sister's wardrobe Necklace: 99p, Market Shop in Liverpool Belt: £1.50, Primark</i></center></small>
Breaking News: Blogger has time to write on blog. I know, truly shocking; I know my jaw dropped. I have been dreading coming home all day due to the enormous list of house duties I had to do, but to my absolute astonishment, Kyle Hamilton has tidied up, without me even asking. <p>
I honestly am stunned; is he possessed? And last night, instead of playing FIFA all night like usual, he put a film on and cuddled me because I was feeling a bit (ie. Extremely) down. And, wait for it, this is a massively alien happening, he let me eat his Macaroni cheese. What an absolute angel he can be (this isn’t sarcastic- I genuinely am really happy that he has done these things, any girl who lives with her boyfriend will understand!).<p>
So this is what I wore today, I took these pictures in the morning before I left for college so that I could take full advantage of the daylight, and also because I find it mortifying when I get home and find that apparently in the 5 or so hours I haven’t looked in a mirror, I have transformed into a complete mess (well, more than I am usually anyway). So my make-up and hair is freshly done as well, congratulations me. <p>
Because I spend every second I possibly can in my bed in the morning, and I am one of those people who cannot rush to save their lives, I have to time myself very precisely in order to get ready in time for my train; 10 minutes in the bathroom, 5 minutes making coffee, 5 minutes getting dressed, 15 minutes on my face, 10 minutes on my hair, 10 minutes to put shoes on, find keys and panic, 10 minutes to get to the train station. Because of this, those 10 minutes in the bathroom is spent in the shower racking my brain about what to wear (and to wash obviously, I do wash! Hahaha).<p>
Now usually what I wear depends on how much I have eaten the night before; I get bloated ridiculously easily, I could literally eat a pea and I will swell to the size of a woman in her second trimester, but since recently I have been too busy/cold/lazy/poor to eat as much as I usually do (I feel like a traitor to womankind- it’s feast night as soon as I get enough money) it hasn’t really been an issue what I wear and so I put on this dress.
As it says, it was free, because it was my sisters. My Mum bought it last year for her to wear to school, but she got told off for it and didn’t like it enough to wear it casually, and so I took it off her hands because I am such a good sister. It was originally from George at ASDA, which by the way, is my favourite supermarket clothes brand by miles. If I don’t wear a belt with it, it hangs too low and I flash my tits to the world, but wearing a belt hoists it too far up at the back and my arse is visible, so I wear a basic H&M skirt underneath to protect my modesty.
I love this cardigan, Kyle hasn’t even noticed I wear it, but considering it was here when we moved in, I am guessing it was from when he was about 18, and he probably forgot he even had it. Finders keepers! <p>
I finally found out what one of those fur things are called, so they no longer have to referred to as exactly that, “fur thing”, because apparently that just isn’t ~fashion~. I do find the name quite ironic though, I mean, mine is faux but if it was real, it would be a fur <i>stole</i> from a poor animal. Yeah, ssh with the animal rights Miss. Baines; there’s a time and a place- this isn't it.<p>
Right, considering no one has been complaining about my shorter posts, I am guessing they are quite acceptable, and as I am trying to obliterate my dangerous lack of understanding of the concept of moderation, I am supposing I should stop about now. <p>
Je t'adore tous! (Yeah, D at GCSE French, I know you're all tres jealous of my skillz)<p>
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<small><i><center>Jumper: £6.99, H&M Dress (worn as skirt): £12.99, H&M Necklace: 99p, Market Stall in Liverpool</i></center></small><p>
Heyyy my lovelies! It feels like I haven't posted in ages; it's not a pleasant feeling! I think I am going to actually start doing some reviews soon, I am just trying to muster the courage to slap my slap-less face all over the internet... Before I begin on my endless rant today I would just like to give a little wave to all of my new readers, and a big, virtual hug to all of those who have been reading since the beginning, it makes me all warm inside that people actually read what I have to say, so thank you so much! Also, a massive thanks to everyone who takes the time to comment on my blog, I do read them and I check out all of your blogs- I use Bloglovin' so I follow you all on there. I get quite pathetically excited when I get an email telling me one of you beautiful people have commented.<p>
First of all, how cold is it? Jesus Christ, I think I have lost all use of my hands and feet this week. It doesn't help when you're already ridiculously clumsy...I still haven't got into the Christmas mood, I think that will change when the Christmas decorations go up. Speaking of Christmas decorations, Leeds lights, what the fuck is that all about? Cocktail glasses? Since when were they Christmassy? Seriously, Leeds Council, if you're going to spend hundreds of thousands on Christmas lights, at least stick to the rules; you can't have a martini glass complete with a cocktail umbrella opposite a snowman, it's just not right.<p>
I am having a shoe dilemma at the moment- I wear leggings quite a lot, and it's too cold to go sock-less, and if I wear anything past the ankle with leggings, my legs look about 3" long...I think I might have to invest in some more shoes. In fact, I definitely will; I keep forgetting that it snows here, and it's not a feeble coat of sludge like back home, it is full on snow, and I really don't want a repeat of last year (I wore my ugg-like slippers to go everywhere in, with a pair of glittery, gold, cable knit knee-high socks from Primark over them for grip- it works but you look like a fucking lunatic...). Awh what a shame, I hate buying new shoes ;)<p>
Before I wrap this up (oh yes, it is the time of year you can sort of get away with awful puns) I need to ask one question: Women, what do you buy for a boyfriend who you've already bought a watch for? Every time I think about it all I come up with is socks, and he wouldn't be too pleased with that! I am on quite a tight budget, so £40-50 is my absolute limit. Any suggestions would be really appreciated! <p>
Hope everyone is keeping snug! Lots of love<p>
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P.S. Shakespeare would have been disgusted with my increasingly casual use of explanation marks. Must make a note to reserve them to preserve their effect. I am ashamed...Jessica Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02612338350497339677noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456093463621444832.post-10830954033557337902011-11-10T15:19:00.000+00:002011-11-10T15:19:13.538+00:00Lucky Lisp<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Bonjour my little beauties. I am having an organizing day today, trying to make sense of my mountains of paper! So I have the wood burner going, and an endless supply of coffee.<p>
I've decided I want to loose 10lbs and join a gym; I have had major issues with eating and body image throughout my life, and this year I have done so well in letting some of my old habits go. I am still struggling, but I can honestly say that I have come such a long way and I am proud of myself. I can assure you all, shifting these extra few pounds will be done completely safely. The reason I want to join the gym again is because I feel ready to; I had to stop going because I was quite seriously ill and exercising yourself half to death everyday and not eating is not a great combination. I trust myself to practice moderation! It sounds ridiculous but this year I have finally been able to look in the mirror and not be in agony over what I see- I still have my insecurities of course, but I am starting to accept myself a little more, and I feel healthier in myself for it. Anyway, I don't want to go too much into it, because unfortunately Eating Disorders have become a horribly taboo subject (thanks, mass-media...), and are widely misunderstood, plus this blog isn't about that! I just thought I'd tell you all how much better in myself I am feeling. (See, I can do optimism, even if it is severely awkward...) .<p>
I've got a few things I would like to do when I (eventually, if ever) get my money through. For example, try and make some shorts, and make some Christmas cards. I really can't believe it's almost Christmas- every time I see a Christmas advert or anything Christmassy, I am just like "What? Already?" This year has gone so fast. I will not be sorry to say goodbye to it. Plus it's mine and my twin brother's 18th 13 days after Christmas, and it's the first birthday I have looked forward to in absolutely years (my birthdays are laughably shit, always).<p>
Well, I have a bagel (revived obsession) in the toaster, and my stomach is turning on itself, and so I shall say goodbye for now.<p>
Loveeee<p>
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What a day. It has been one of <i>those</i> days. Rushed morning, sprint to the train station, shit weather, oh the train is delayed...oh, oh no, it's cancelled. Get to college, ask where my money is, oh, yeah, I might not get it. Oh, oh, right. THANKS. This weather/darkness does not agree with me at all. It leeches all of my motivation to do anything. I honestly do think humans used to hibernate.<br>
I got this top in an Urban Outfitters sale a few years ago, a tenner is a bargain, even if the said item does expose my breasts through the buttons more than I am comfortable with. The skirt is one I picked up in H&M, God, it must be three or four years ago now, and it very rarely comes out of my wardrobe, but since my stomach wasn't as round as a bowling ball today, I thought I'd give it some breathing time.<br>
Since I am so miserable, cold and hungry today, I am again going to leave it at that, as not to inflict you all with my dire mood.<p>
Hope you're all well, lots of love,<p>
<p><image class="centered"alt="post signature" src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2ppahw9.jpg" /></p>Jessica Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02612338350497339677noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456093463621444832.post-23857471336406256612011-11-07T19:58:00.001+00:002011-11-07T19:58:37.978+00:00Always dark.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Just going to keep it short and sweet today. Hugely disappointed with the picture quality of this outfit post; it's just so dark when I get home. I usually just use the flash when it's dark, but it just completely washed out the dress and looked far too anemic, so I had to work with artificial light, and so I turned out the colour of a Simpson, hence the major de-saturation- but life must go on.<br>
I am so excited- those who you who <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/sheoncewasadoll">follow me on twitter</a> will have seen my utter joy at my retweet by my favourite person on Made In Chelsea (my favourite show in the world), <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/millsmackintosh">Miss Millie Mackintosh</a> herself, and then to make things even better, one of my inspirations, all-round-beaut and ridiculously hilarious model, from Dirty Sexy Things, <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/CharlDeCarle">Charlotte</a> tweeted me this morning! Star struck!
This is the worst blog post in the world...but there is nothing I can do to save it- those pictures have deflated me completely, and my jacket potatoes are calling me.<p>
And with that I will love you and leave you,
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Why hello there. So it is bonfire night, and, as a British citizen, I am excited. The fireworks at Harrogate didn’t disappoint, and I was there, with my head strained, gazing up at the display with my mouth gaping (I didn’t, however, feel the need, like many people there, to go “Oooh” and “Ahhh” at each bang. Nor did I feel it necessary to shout “Oh yes! Yes!”, as the lady next to me did the whole way through, sounding like she was getting some strange erotic thrill. You need to get laid love). <p>
However much I love fireworks, I do have some reservations about them. First of all, what we are actually celebrating is grotesquely patriotic; I mean, in principle, we’re all joyously commemorating the failure of a potentially revolutionary event- although it was for religious reasons that Guy Fawkes and his accomplices plotted to blow up the Houses of Parliament, he was at least trying to do what he thought right, and so by celebrating the failure of the Gunpowder Plot and burning dolls in his resemblance is actually us, without necessarily realising, saying “anyone who wants to start a revolution, fuck off or you’ll end up here”. Yes, yes, it might be a little extreme, but in the current climate- what with the protest movement and the Medias excessive demonising of the people occupying St. Pauls etc. it is quite sickening to see a whole nation having peas and pies and holding up their glasses to someone who died as an accidental Martyr to revolution (I like revolutions. There is nothing better than a good, hard proletariat revolution). <p>
Another reason I don’t like bonfire night is because I completely and utterly disagree with the selling of fireworks to the public. I don’t care what anybody says- a few thousand families enjoying fireworks in their back gardens is not a justification for the gruesome and shocking amount of injuries that take place every year because of people using them irresponsibly. Growing up where I did, I knew of many people who ended up without eyes and with serious burns because of misuse of fireworks by absolute fucking idiots who somehow think it amusing to throw them at people/post them through letterboxes etc. every year I dreaded me, a friend, or a family member being the victim to one of these horrendous attacks. It’s just not worth it, and I really don’t know why the Government hasn’t put a stop to it. Unfortunately, yes, it is the minority ruining it for the majority, but it’s not worth the suffering, pain, panic and cost to lives and our NHS. There are plenty of amazing, and completely free, council-run firework displays that people can go to instead.<p>
Anyway, as I was saying before I went on a rant, tonight we went to Harrogate and watched the fireworks there. We did the same last year, except Kyle came with us and I was wearing my PJs (you can take the girl out of Liverpool... you know the rest). This year my friends April and Phil, who are newly engaged (congratulations again!) came, and I got to see her beautiful ring, and new couple, Sam and Sammi. We’re all really close friends so it was really nice. Becca, Vicky, April and me were getting rather jealous of Sam and Sammi though- they wouldn’t let go of each other! Oh, those first few months of a relationship (you know, before you get to see more of each others underwear when you're putting the washing on than any other time!...). We then went back to Ilkley and had some food in Wetherspoons, which was nice. So all in all, a really nice day.<p>
I had a good day yesterday as well; my History tutor (finally) marked my essays, and kept me behind and told me how impressed he was with my work (modest, I know). All of his comments were really positive and encouraging. Jade and me think he has a girlfriend, he was in unusually high spirits. English was actually productive as well, when I managed to sway the class from talking about Katie Price and other irrelevant points of utter bullshit and get back on Jane Eyre...<p>
I was going to go and see Belle and Sebastian tomorrow with Kyle, and I was really excited, but in the end I am really glad I didn't buy the tickets as the website I was on conveniently failed to mention the fact that it wasn't Belle and Sebastian at all but one of the singers that had gone solo! He might be good solo, but it's just not Belle and Sebastian.<p>
Anyway, Mr. Hamilton should be arriving back from work very soon, so I should probably wrap this up before he gets back (and before you decide to hack off my fingers in order to shut me up). Again, one day soon I will actually write about the clothes... Hope everyone has had a lovely, safe bonfire night!<p><p>
As always, lots of loveeeee
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Oh check me out, two blog posts in two days. Hello master blogger! Brace yourselves for another one of my needlessly long posts about things that you probably don't give a shit about (you know you love them really...).<p>
I thought it would be tactful for me to go straight in with what I am wearing, rather than rambling on endlessly about my life, so yes, the clothes. (They should make "Calls itself a Style blog but in reality it's a blog joyfully indulging in self-pity with some pictures of a girl posing in various outfits" a Blog category...). This dress is probably my favourite item of clothing, I would honestly wear it everyday if I could. The empire line really flatters my figure better than anything else. Unfortunately, thanks to my Paternal Grandmother (that's Nanny Baines, she is one hell of a woman), I have extremely round hips, and they are massive (my Mum tries to reassure me by telling me that when I give birth the baby will "slip out easier" due to this. Good to know. Thanks Mum). I've also inherited both my Mother and Father's broad shoulders, (again, cheers for that) so they sort of balance out my shape a bit. Anyway, this dress hides all of my sins, and I can dress it up and I can dress it down- basically I am just a bit obsessed with it, and at £12, it's one cheap obsession.<p>
On to the coat, I've always been a fan of fur, but being a dedicated Vegetarian all of my life, I do feel guilty and, quite frankly, like a hypocritical bastard, wearing fur or leather. I have no problem with other people wearing real fur at all, as long as it's vintage. Vintage fur is recycled, and so you are not contributing to supply and demand, therefore by wearing your beautiful coat, you are not encouraging the death of more animals. My Nan has some beautiful fur coats from the 50s, and she gave them to me and my sister (and then forgot, she has Alzheimers) but I feel really uncomfortable taking her things because I don't think it's respectful clearing out all of her valuables as if she was dead...My Uncle though, obviously thinks it's fine, and has stolen her coats and given them to his girlfriend, who has most likely destroyed them by now. It's a touchy subject for me... So this is faux fur, and it's actually a childrens coat, but being 5ft 1", that's rather perfect. I want a brown one next, but I just can't find one that fits as well as this one- fur coats usually drown me!<p>
I can't wait to save up a bit of money and get some more winter clothes. Winter is without doubt my favourite season. I don't know how to dress for summer and S/S collections never excite me, it's all about the A/W: layering, leather, pretty hosiery, dark makeup, wool accessories, party dresses...I could go on. Summer for me just equals disappointment, boredom and flimsy, anemic looking clothes. Not my cup of tea. I have to say though, snow and I are not great lovers of each other, but this year, I am going to be prepared (apparently Yorkshire doesn't 'do' grit...). Bring it on, snow. <p><p>
<small><i>P.S. I let Kyle choose the title of this post, and even though it is quite inappropriate due to my total lack of night life (I dressed like this for college; yeah that's my academic look- grieving young prostitute chic) it was the song he was playing on Rock Band, so I let him have it. EDIT: Awh he's just said that it is because "I'm your knight"- there is an ounce of romance in the man!</i></small>
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