Been Away too Long

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.

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.

With that I shall give you a short summary of what has been happening in the world of Jess since September:

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!

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).

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.

Can’t really think of much else to share, except that I am still poor, but that’s half the fun.

NOW LISTENING: Is It Really So Strange?- The Smiths/Louder Than Bombs

Death of a Party

Jacket: £39.99, Internationale T-shirt: £3.99, H&M Trousers: £7.99, H&M Necklace: £2.50, Internationale

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.

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.

But we won't dwell on that too much.

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.

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).

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.

Lots of love

Play the Game

Rucksack: £27 Urban Outfitters, Top: £4 New Look Shorts: £25 Vintage, Coat: £30 Vintage, Tights: £3.00 (pack of two) M&S, Necklace: £1.00 Poundland (the Halloween collection, chic as fuck)

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.

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.

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.

I have considered leaving Kyle to live happily ever after with that bag. I absolutely adore it. I fell in love with it’s sister 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.

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.

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.

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).

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!

Lots of hugs and kisses,

Boys on the Radio

Top*: Second hand, Skirt: American Apparel, £27 Bracelet: (Mixture of 3) Lou makes Hoodie*: Boyfriends Jacket*: Vintage

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…

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.

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).

So there we have it, my excuse.

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?

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.

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!

Lots of love

LISTENING TO: Morrissey, Alma Matters *were all free as they are hand-me-downs/borrowed from friends or family

I Bleed

Jumper: £6.99, H&M Dress (worn as skirt): £12.99, H&M Necklace: 99p, Market Stall in Liverpool

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.

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.

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 ;)

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!

Hope everyone is keeping snug! Lots of love

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...

On the Streets I Ran

SHIRT: £10, Urban Outfitters, SKIRT: £12.99, H&M, BELT: £1.50, Primark, NECKLACE: 99p, Market Shop in Liverpool

What a day. It has been one of those 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.
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.
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.

Hope you're all well, lots of love,

Rest my Chemistry

Skirt: £12, Primark Vest: £3.99, H&M Belt: £1.50(?), Primark Jacket: £15, H&M Fake fur thing: Vintage, (Price unknown as it's my sisters)

I am having to take extreme haste in this post, as I have about six thousand (that’s my rough estimate) things to do & the night is ageing at such a rapid pace that which each glance at the time my heart just about stops.

Unfortunately, my exhaustion has not been vanquished by the weekend, it has but taken on a more ridiculous form. I have been sleeping on the train, I have been sleeping when I got home; I have been sleeping at all times that my eyes are allowed a brief rest, except at night! It is not that I do not try, or even that I can’t, it is my ‘other (not better) half’ and his new toy- a 40” HD tv. He has moved his Playstation into the bedroom and has decided that sleep is not of great importance. It’s slowly killing me, I swear.

I took these pictures on Monday, and what with all my sleeping, I just haven’t found the time to post them, and it’s increasingly pissing me off because the weather is gorgeous and even when I get home at half 5 the sun is still glorious and pictures would be easy, so I thought I’ll just post them & get it over with. (And now to totally contradict my seeming enjoyment of the said weather...)

Ah the Weather. I think talking of the weather is one, if not the most mundane topics of conversation, however, I am going to have to at least make a brief comment on it: I hate it. I am sorry my dear England, but giving us 3 days of sun at the very cliff of September is not a sufficient apology for such a hideous summer. We’re not prepared for such weather, and I despise you. That’s all I have (time) to say on the matter. Oh, and a warning: don’t wear thick woollen tights. You will regret it (seriously I thought my legs were going to combust suddenly and engulf me in flames).

Hmm what else to say... I’m hoping to get my hair done this week by my friend Vicky, she works at Saks and does my hair for free (she won’t touch it with bleach though; as she is convinced it will all fall out. Even though she has over 5 years of hairdressing experience I am still absolutely certain that she is wrong, it's going to be a sad day when she is proved right). She always does it really nice though, and I thought (before this stupid weather) since it was getting colder I could wear it down without the worry of getting a bit too sweaty and staining all of my clothes (yes, it does happen). Hopefully it will be done this week and I can finally relinquish my top knot (oh no she didn’t).

Right, need to start work! Hope everyone is enjoying the sunshine more than I am! Lurrvve you all.

Sing me to Sleep

TOP: £4, Primark SKIRT: £24, American Apparel BLAZER: Vintage (Sisters) NECKLACE: Primark, £2.50 I can't even begin to explain how exhausted I am. I started Leeds City College this week, restarting my AS levels (Note I am restarting, not resitting, I was never failing last year, I just dropped out of college). It is lovely to be back in education, but it's been that long since I have done a full week of it that I am finding it rather difficult. Also, I am having to get up between 6.30 and 7 every morning, now, to most of civilization this is quite normal, but to me, well, I have never done it in my life. I successfully got through school turning up when I liked (which wasn't mornings) and was able to help create my timetable last year & made it so I only had minimum early starts (which again, I excelled in avoiding). The largest difference this time around is that all my previous places of education have been within a 15 minute proximity, but oh no, my train is at 8:05 to go to college, and then it is a 15 minute walk from the station, so it takes a good hour to get there (sometimes more when I get lost- I really don't know Leeds at all). I am finding it all very unfamiliar, and it's quite threatening.

The classes so far have consisted of awkward "ice-breakers" (they don't work, lets be honest, the only thing that works about them is that you end up talking to the rest of the class about how fucking ridiculous the concept of 'Ice-breakers' are) and some insultingly basic subject introductions (yes, I am aware of the political spectrum and where each party lies on it thank you Mr Politics Tutor). I have heard some excellently moronic comments though, so I thought I'd share them with you all.
On English (we're doing Jayne Eyre): "My English teacher asked us all what the last book we read was, and I said I haven't read a book, and he said why, I mean, I don't like reading, why did he even care"
Tutor- "so what have we learnt about Jayne Eyre so far" (my English tutor is forcing one of the many film adaptions upon us) Student- "she's a really good singer" (he was being serious) On Government & Politics: Tutor- "So where would Communism go in the political spectrum?" Student- "Mid Right?" On History: Student (attempting to describe Hitler as she didn't remember his name) "you know, that German one"

Seriously, I am concerned about the future of humanity...
I've just been so tired every time I come home I haven't even been able to eat properly; it's as if as soon as the key is in the door I loose a part of my consciousness! I've been living off Take always and fast food (being a student does have it's perks- hundreds of vouchers off Subway and Dominos etc.) I really can't wait to start getting properly into my courses though, especially History. My History Tutor last year was just the best thing Yorkshire's ever gave the world (except the Bronte Sisters, of course). We bonded over a mutual love of History and the fact I went to Ilkley every weekend and he was from a neighboring town, this year my History tutor (who is my favourite tutor in Leeds college by thousands of miles) and I share the fact neither of us are from Yorkshire.

Anyway, enough about college, I have to go because it's Kyle's 22nd birthday today and he's playing a gig in that goffical club again (yay...) so I am to watch him play. I am aware that this outfit is almost exactly the same as my last outfit post! (The shame). Maybe one day I will decide to wear something that isn't a black skirt with tights and a stripey black and mustard top and Primark necklaces, but I highly doubt it.

Loads of lurrrveee,

WARNING: Word-heavy and a bit all-over-the-place. An Update.

Firstly, I have to thank all of those who have visited my lil’blog, and even though I only have a few followers, knowing that people are actually taking the time to read it means more than you could know. I find myself quite pathetically over-joyed that people are taking an interest.
I have to apologise in advance to all those who prefer pictures to words. I am a great lover of the latter. Due to this blog being fairly new (or maybe it’s just shit; it’s up to you), I have very little followers, and so I haven’t really mastered the technique of determining the difference between what I want to write, and what you want to read. The problem is, I am not an aspiring blogger, I am hopeful writer. But I suppose, if all the words you wanted came in the form of a small caption, you would be on Tumblr (and certainly not on my blog ahaha).

No matter how personally reserved and unbiased you try and be, a blog is essentially always going to be an echo of the blogger themselves, and this one is no different. My intention isn’t to gain thousands of followers and be presented with sponsors and masses of free gifts and clothes (although that would be rather lovely), it is simply a place to put my thoughts. There is no need to worry though- I won’t be posting about every time I need a wee or I’ve cut myself shaving. They’ll be as well filtered and relevant as I can make possible (which, as you can already see, isn’t going down well). I find I am more comfortable and uncomplicated when I write as if it is only to myself, so I do apologise to anybody who finds this blog goes somehow a little off-topic. I think ‘fashion’ blog is much too vague of a title.



Anyway, enough of that all that, I have some news; quite a lot of it, in fact. As I have previously mentioned, I have recently quit my job. Now, it was a decision that wasn’t easy to make, and when I got home from my last shift on Sunday I spent a good few hours of going between “fuck, what have I done” and “I have made the right decision”. But it was the right thing to do. So I am now unemployed, and if you could all give me a few quid a week, I could make this blog my profession, and we can all be happy. No, seriously now, I am feeling a little lost without it, but I’m sure it’ll pass.

Next! (I have so much to tell, my head is spilling with things to say and so it’s all just coming out in one terrible smack of the keys). The reason I have quit is because I am going home! Yes, Liverpool, I am returning to you. I am bizarrely nervous. In the last 4 months I have only been home, perhaps Four times, for no longer than two days, and those two days have been shifting between friends and family constantly with no time to entertain but a thought. I feel so disconnected to the person I was when I left; I am disturbingly different, and yet it as though back home everything has been motionless. This why I am pretty terrified- my family and friends haven’t had a chance to adapt to how I have altered. They’ll all be expecting the return of the girl who left, when she no longer exists. I no longer know how to be myself. That’s the untainted truth: I am petrified of going home, because I’m not sure who I am, or who I want to be.

So, not to get emotional or too caught up in creating a self-fashioned physiological profile, I will divulge mine and Kyle’s flawless and previously undisclosed, well guarded plan, aka. A seriously chaotic series of snippets from attempted conversations we’ve had about what the f*ck we’re actually doing. Basically, I am going home for a month, to try and ‘settle’ myself before I go to college in September, and then when I come back we’re moving into his Dad’s. Problem is, I am going to Liverpool on Saturday, the same day he is going on holiday for a week, and the room we’re moving into I haven’t even seen yet, never-mind inflicted with my taste in interiors. So we are a little panicky (well, he’s not, but I am panicking for us both).

Kyle and I, since we have been together, have only spent 10 days without seeing each other, and we both didn’t appreciate it very much, so a month is going to be hard, but I think we’re both looking forward to it. We need to miss each other. (And he needs to realise how much I do for him. Oh God I wish I could watch him try and keep up with all the shopping, washing, ironing etc. It would be so gratifying). So that is that very vaguely explained (which is what we all want because I’m already on 850 words).

Right, what else... When I go back to Liverpool you will no longer have to suffer with these self-indulgent, seriously poorly structured and irrelevant posts, because I will have a camera. It is also going to help that there is actually shops. Oh fuck I can’t even tell you how animated I am every time I think of the shops. Until you move to a small town, you will never fully appreciate the need for hundreds of corner shops, or a local H&M. So basically, it will be what you signed up for, rather than ‘what is this girl on about? Why is she posting essays?’. Which should be good.


Now for a more relevant update. The Purse, Podge and Pores detox is actually going really well. Last month I got paid about £40 less, and I ended up with about 10 days at the end of the month where I didn’t have a penny- this month I have about £80 of my wages left, and I am owed £67 by friends (which I will get back-mark my words). To put this in perspective for ya, I (did) get paid £3.64 an hour (I know, you don’t have to tell me how shit that is, I already know) and I’d work about 25 hours a week on average. I have to pay for our food, toiletries, cleaning products etc. etc. (remember I live 90 miles away from my family, who can’t afford to give me any money, and that I am not a sixth-former who has a job to cater for their Thursday night partying). So I got paid £345 last month and I still have £147 left. I didn’t even realise, it wasn’t (admittedly) a conscious decision, I was just more careful this month (ie. I realised that just because I had money in my bank doesn’t mean it’s limitless). I have also had that horribly expensive night in the Malmasion, and went to the RiverIsland sale, and generally been a lot more socially active this month. And to top it off, it's payday on Friday, and I am going to get about £100 more than last month, (and going home means I get free food, which is going to taste so much better). I am genuinely so proud of myself.

Since I started drinking more water, and moisturising every night, my skin has almost completely cleared up. It is so much better. Even Kyle has noticed. It was really so much easier than I thought.

Now regarding the ‘podge’, I have been tackling it, but it is more to do with the fact I have completely lost my appetite so have only been eating to stop myself from feeling weak. (I intend to do a separate post about this).



Now, thanks to all you sexy people, my technique of saving for a camera has allowed me so far to save £17.50 (which is in cash, so is in addition to my amazing money saving).
Luckily for you all, that’s all I can think of. If you have read all of this, you are either mental, or an extrememly lovely person, and you should comment so that I know who has suffered because of this tremendously word-heavy post. (I promise as soon as I get home there will be photos!). Lots of love.

LISTENING TO: Louder than Bombs- The Smiths