Light reflects from your shadow.

Wide-brimmed hat: £15, Marks and Spencer. Tartan Scarf: £8, ebay. Sailor coat: £63, Topshop. Ghost jumper: £56, JW Anderson x Topshop. Blouse: Miss Selfridge. Corduroy circle skirt: American Apparel, via ebay. Bag: French Connection. Wellies: Hunter.  Necklace: Urban Outfitters. Creepy face: model's own.

I don't really like snow. I like the idea of it, the stillness in the air, and the blanketed whiteness of the landscape, but, clumsy as I am, the higher likelihood of falling over isn't one I look forward to. Thankfully this year I had some sensible footwear (yes, mum), as I'd won a pair of Hunter wellington boots in Char's giveaway a couple of months ago. They, so far, have helped me stay upright and salvage some amount of dignity that this season otherwise seems intent upon destroying.

Right now, my life would ideally be spent revising for my seventeenth century novel exam on Friday, but I have been led astray a couple of times for friends' birthdays, and have somehow found myself throwing myself on my bed around 3am wondering why I went out without tights on. But I promise I'll be back to reading Sense and Sensibility with a good cup of Yorkshire Tea (brand of choice, just so you're aware) once I've clicked publish.

ps, don't forget about my giveaway.

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You lift my heart up when the rest of me is down.

Green blazer: Glamorous. Scarf: £8, ebay. T-shirt: Topman (old). Embroidered skirt: £14, Primark. Bag: French Connection. Shoes: 50p, Russell and Bromley, via ebay.

Sunday heralded snow for Liverpool. Heedless of this, Clarity and I headed a few stops along the northern line to Crosby, for a wander along the seafront. Normally a destination for summer days, we were certainly very chilly as we headed further up the coast, taking shelter in a pub for a bite to eat, giving us strength for the homewards walk. Crosby's shore is lined with sculptures of iron men looking forlornly across the Irish Sea, a little eerie in the January fog, but a pull for tourists (and students!) nonetheless. Antony Gormley's Another Place was installed to showcase the North's natural beauty, and brought us out to an area of Merseyside that neither of us had ever had the intention of exploring beforehand. Admittedly I hadn't the foresight to wear sensible footwear (well done coco), and they've since left a sandy mess in my bathroom, but Clarity had a good paddle on my behalf! But right now I'm snuggled up on the sofa in our living room with a rather large mug of tea, Amy applying for jobs, me writing articles and designing pages for Ellipsis, feeling a lot warmer, and pretty content before exam stress rears its ugly head.

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Ball so hard.

1. City of Romance.

2. Hôtel de Ville.

3. My hostess.

4. Musée d'Orsay.

5. Snap!

6. Crocodile.

7. Les Puces de Saint-Ouen.

8. How could you not?

9. Oh right, yeah, because there are so many stairs.

10. Cité Université - our home for a week.

11. Windswept atop the Arc de Triomphe.

12. Galeries Lafayette's Christmas tree (and the perfect Sessun coat, but that's another matter).

13.Parisian sunset.

Here are a few visual aids to remembering seven days in Paris. The trip consisted of seemingly never-ending supplies of stairs, dancing to eighties anthems, lots of pastries, eating camembert for the first time, plenty of parisian sunrises, trips to Shakespeare and Company... It did rain an awful lot, though, I'll try to avoid that next time.

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