



Topshop scalloped blouse: gift. American Apparel blue skirt: £30. Vintage Levi's jacket: mum's. Ark cut out boots. Charity shop belt: 20p. Little Nell bumblebee clips. Rotary watch: gift. Topshop "really ruby" lipstick.
Photos by Lauren.
Okay, I'll admit it, these photos are complete rip offs of Carmen's and Anni's, but when you have somewhere this cool literally just outside your office (one of the conference rooms is just to the left of these photos), then it'd be silly to not use it to your advantage. Or I'm just getting lazier when it comes to finding somewhere to take outfit photos. And, let's be honest, it's probably the latter.
I used to be a real Topshop girl when I was a student and rich (i.e. either had a part time job or a loan, plus student discount), but since its prices have risen and they add a good 15% for the novelty of paying in Euros, I've found myself looking further afield. My mum got me this blouse for christmas, and I've been saving it for a special occasion of sorts, so when the sun decided to shine I thought it was about time I debuted it.
In less sartorial news, I've managed to drag myself away from bed to get to the office to use their wifi as the router at mine's been playing up. Again. I would mind significantly less if Lauren and I hadn't decided to drink a lot of cocktails and end up in Atomic Cafe till closing time and I'd managed to get more than four hours sleep. That's dedication to getting myself into a blogging routine, if ever I saw it. I didn't choose the thug life, the thug life chose me.
I used to be a real Topshop girl when I was a student and rich (i.e. either had a part time job or a loan, plus student discount), but since its prices have risen and they add a good 15% for the novelty of paying in Euros, I've found myself looking further afield. My mum got me this blouse for christmas, and I've been saving it for a special occasion of sorts, so when the sun decided to shine I thought it was about time I debuted it.
In less sartorial news, I've managed to drag myself away from bed to get to the office to use their wifi as the router at mine's been playing up. Again. I would mind significantly less if Lauren and I hadn't decided to drink a lot of cocktails and end up in Atomic Cafe till closing time and I'd managed to get more than four hours sleep. That's dedication to getting myself into a blogging routine, if ever I saw it. I didn't choose the thug life, the thug life chose me.