Oh Manchester, so much to answer for.

There's nothing like getting a little older! My birthday isn't technically until next week, but my dad managed to take most of a day off work near enough to the date to come up and visit the Northern quarter (a little Manchester joke there!) and little ol' me. We had a wander around the Arndale centre before heading to the Second Floor at Harvey Nichols to have a rather indulgent late lunch. The moustache-adorned menu (I've noticed that Olivia's boyfriend is taking part in Movember - go go go!) was full of treats. Eventually I chose the vegetarian "taster box" as I couldn't decide on just one meal, whereas my dad plumped for classic fish and chips. For those who are wondering, it gets a big thumbs up from me, although I'm not sure leather trousers were the best accompaniment. Followed by a chocolate tarte (which escaped my camera - I wasn't leaving it on the plate for too long!), we rolled out of the restaurant to check out the christmas markets, as it wouldn't have made sense to go all that way without perusing their wares. Despite being snuggled inside my new Glamorous blazer, we eventually had to head inside, and jump in and out of phone shops to sort out my birthday present. I've finally got a device that isn't met with pity or derision (Samsung, I love you, but you're binging me down), and, as I'm so late on the bandwagon, pretty much every instagram username has been taken, so follow me @rscfanclub. 

xxx

ps, I do have a couple of posts lined up, but sorry if I go a little AWOL on the blog over the next month or so. It's hardly breaking news for a third year student to be stressed, but my workload is ridiculous, and I can't foresee any free time until January (cry) when deadlines have finally been met and exams have been sat. Hopefully this weird message will amount to nothing, but I'd rather my blog didn't become an obligation and additional stress when I've already got more than enough on my plate. Bis bald.

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Christmas Jumper.

Sailor coat: £63, Topshop. Ill-fitting and unflattering jumper: £1.50, charity shop. Acid wash shorts: American Apparel via ebay. Grey ribbed tights: Primark. Furry socks: Primark. Chelsea boots: Stylistpick. Necklace: Toujours Toi.

When the cooler period comes around I cannot help but release a sigh of relief that skimpy tops are to be put to the depths of my drawers, and instead the christmas jumper resumes its place on my shoulders. I can't decide whether I like clothes that don't fit, or am just unable to purchase anything that flatters my shape, but my jumper collection is certainly one to be rivalled. This specimen was purchased from a charity shop near to my sixth form; it is my favourite treasure trove of knitted gems, which I rarely leave without a new blouse or pair of shoes. Paired with a tiny pair of shorts this outfit, in hindsight, makes little to no sense, but two pairs of tights and some (faux!) furry socks certainly ensured that I was cosy as I went about my business, which was unfortunately rather boring and dissertation based.

Are you a fan of the jumper? Pop on over to The Tab to read an article I wrote (which may have a look at how other bloggers styled theirs!), and let me know how you wear yours

xxx

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Birmingham's Christmas Markets.

Last Saturday I hopped on a train heading South, and, when it terminated in Birmingham, I packed my copy of "The Wrongs of Woman" firmly in my bag till the homeward journey. Once out of the station, I met Eloise, Claire, Emma, Kim, Becca, Maria, and Victoria, to have a quick coffee catch-up, Nando's (fyi, I had a medium halloumi and mushroom wrap, chips, and macho peas), and a mooch around the shops. We then, of course, had a look round the christmas markets, which involved scary amounts of nutcrackers and winter Pimm's! Armed with their DSLRs, and my ever faithful point and shoot, we had a quick opportunity for outfit photos, and Eloise took some of me, despite my protestations that no one would want to see an outfit they'd seen countless times before. But, you know, you don't have a willing photographer every day! I can't wait for the christmas markets to open in Liverpool, anyone for glühwein?

Also, I set up a blog shop (which I'll be adding to as and when I have the time), so if you could have a look I'd really appreciate it!

xxx

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