Tortoiseshell and Indigo

Coat: £63, Topshop. Blouse: £12; Primark. Jamie Jeans: £18, Topshop. Bag: £8, vintage from Manchester. Ballet flats: c/o Le Bunny Bleu.

Some things never change: the wind in Liverpool (my excuse for the Myspace style hand-in-hair pose, I swear). But some things do: I'm wearing jeans! I shan't lie, I'm still not convinced, but when I run out of clean tights these suffice well enough. Anyone else have a real jeans phobia?

Another 'new' thing is that I'm wearing completely flat shoes. This never happens, even my Russell and Bromley "flats" have an extra inch. This lovely pair were sent to me by Le Bunny Bleu, so now I have to stop being short and in denial. They're actually a sort of wine tortoiseshell colour, but the annoying February light doesn't really show that so I've added a close up, starring Ikea bedsheet. There's a store in the strattaz Stratford Westfield opposite Dr Martens that you should check out if you're there.

I'm off to make myself another lemsip as I thought it would be a really good idea to walk home in February at 4am in a sheer shirt. Sure. My duvet (and Sidney's "Astrophil and Stella") are calling!

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Her fav'rite midnight haunts

 

Striped top: £30, Aubin and Wills. Corduroy skirt: £15, American Apparel via ebay. Socks: Internatçionale. Patent loafers: £15, Russell and Bromley via ebay.

Despite barely having a moment to myself (which means to just sit and catch up on Gossip Girl with a hot chocolate) it kind of feels like I've done hardly anything recently. Since my last post I've finished exams (Victorian literature did not go well. It probably didn't help that about thirty people left to go to the toilet, seriously??), got back the marks of last semester's assessed essays (they were much better), and went to Cambridge for the weekend. But now I'm back in Liverpool and am officially halfway through my degree; this thought has resulted in many a breakdown and existential crisis, so nothing too dramatic.

These photos were taken by Jazzy during a cute lunch date when I was home over Christmas. Making the suburban look rad is our day job.

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I'm not miserable, it's just me face

Silk blouse; 50p; Gap via charity shop. Cardigan; mum's. Skirt (HELLO AGAIN); £30; American Apparel. Boots; £60 Topshop. Bracelet; H Samuel.

This is what I wore to sit in Costa for four hours reading "Villette" and to spill almond croissant down myself. Flakey. 
I'm just holding out for the end of this examination period so that I can go to Cambridge guilt-free this weekend, and home not long after. My railcard is my friend. It's odd to think that a few years ago it was an adventure to get the train ten minutes down the line to a town I knew well, now I travel across the country on a whim. That's "growing up" for you.


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