'Cause I'm holding onto heaven.

Topshop scallop hem sheer blouse: gift. American Apparel sunflower shorts: £54. Cath Kidston leather polka dot bag: gift. Asos tan leather sandals: £25. H Samuel bracelet: gift.

Looking at these photos shortly after closing your window due to the chill is a bit of an odd contrast, isn't it? Here's hoping the sun comes back by the end of the week as forecast, as my pins are slowly but surely starting to resemble something other than milk bottles.

After work, my mum and I decided to go for a stroll through the park to make the most of not being on a train/in the office/it not raining. Despite having lived here for a good decade, I've never really wandered round Admiral's Park, having tended to stick to the bits nearer to town, and thus nearer to Topshop and M&S. For this particularly sunny occasion, I donned my sunflower shorts (again) and my now go-to bag from Cath Kidston, which the lovely team presented me with after my two weeks interning at their Head Office, and it's definitely come in handy over the past fortnight. I was unsure whether to post these photos as I'm well aware that I'm not the size 6 lithe fashion blogger that saturates and is most successful in the blogging world, but in the end I decided it would've been a complete waste of time taking and editing these photos to have even more self-confidence doubts, and it's hardly new to you if you've ever seen the front pages of rubbishy celebrity gossip magazines. So, enjoy the cellulite guys, I'm off to watch the cricket.

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If you like piña coladas.

Pineapple print maxi dress: c/o Sugarhill Boutique. Levi's denim jacket: mum's. H&M x Marni heels: £70 (similar). Alexa Chung for Made skull bracelet: £11, via ebay.

As far as first maxi dresses go, this isn't just dipping your toe territory, but going the whole damn hog with added pineapples. When I received the lovely Sugarhill Boutique parcel from my postman, there was a moment of trepidation as I wasn't sure if it'd suit me, but give it fifteen minutes to quickly take it up a couple of inches (I'm short, and these are my problems), it was on. I realise that I'm a very lucky person to receive clothes from brands, and I think through what I receive on the basis of a) will it suit me? and b) try something new, that hopefully will help you guys make a decision as to whether you want to try it out as well. You can't blame a girl for trying, but I'm not sure I'm 100% sold on maxi dresses. I feel like it makes me look even shorter than I already am (remember those problems? This is another), but it makes a welcome change from mini skirts and skinny jeans. Who knows, maybe I'll be eating my words and be a full-on maxi dress convert by the end of summer... Maybe.

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I've ridden the riddle, I'll do it again.

Vintage Levi's denim jacket: mum's. COLLECTIVE white t-shirt. Vintage dress (worn as skirt): £4.50, via charity shop. Asos woven leather sandals: £25. Vintage Mulberry belt: gift. Rotary watch. Vintage bag: 50p. Skull necklace: c/o Your Fashion Jewellery.

Photos by Jade.

You know a place is pretty special to you when you look this happy after a good four hours on trains. A couple of weekends ago, I headed up north to Liverpool for the first time since my graduation - I blame Munich. It was weird heading back and seeing nuances on a city I knew like the back of my hand, but following Independent Liverpool on pretty much every platform and keeping in touch with my favourite scousers meant that it still had that incredibly homely feeling.

First things first, Jade met me off the train and whisked me off for a hearty breakfast at the Moon and Pea on Lark Lane. She's nice and wears a lot of Zara that I'm not cool enough to be able to keep free of tea stains, so I'd recommend giving her blog a stalk. We did, of course, make time for outfit photos, and she showed me a pastel version of these townhouses - certainly helps to get a little bit of insider knowledge.

After a walk round Sefton Park, I headed off to meet my friends (and the bride to be!) for a lot of wine, italian food, and dancing to the spice girls. I thankfully forgot my camera by the time this happened, but I can honestly say that I haven't laughed so much in such a long time, and I'm glad I was only there for a weekend as I would have developed abs had I been there any longer. It did, however, come to an end, and a traditional breakfast at Cuthbert's was had (duh). There was even time for a quick cuppa at LEAF before my train home, where I managed to pick up one of their "where there's tea there's hope" teapots to have a scouser's brew in from the comfort of my Essex home. Thankfully London's keeping me more than busy, and stopping me from missing this incredible city too much, but I'm sure I'll get the itch to jump back on a train before long.

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