Fade away and radiate.

London skyline borough
Stella Proseyn LA fashion council
Stella Proseyn dress
Stylesmith and Jazzabelle's Diary!
Marlin Apartment luxury serviced London
Stella Proseyn dress: borrowed from Kelsi. Vintage leather jacket: £17.50. Karen Millen heeled boots: £15, via sample sale (they're these ones but with a square toe). Little Nell necklace.

I certainly have my moments with blogging (but I also have my moments with black tea, later deciding that any health benefits of green tea aren't worth it, so I'm sticking this one out for the meantime), but the one thing I've always been rather happy about is how I've met so many people I wouldn't otherwise have ever bumped into, as I certainly wouldn't have made the journeys to Battersea, Birmingham or Bromley without a little bit of their encouragement. A couple of Sundays ago I spent the evening in the company of Jazz and her friend Kelsi over from LA for London Fashion Week in a beautiful apartment with an even more beautiful view tucking into American treats and chatting about anything and everything that popped into our heads.

Kelsi's the lady behind the LA Fashion Council and had travelled over with a suitcase full of home-grown designers' pieces - of course I couldn't resist taking one of them out for a spin! This Stella Proseyn shift dress is like wearing a sweater from top to toe (or from shoulders to mid-thigh?) and is made from a beautiful quilted material with a slight shimmer, which earns a double thumbs up from me. I couldn't resist putting my own little spin on it with leather and silver accents, perfect for a day in the office - and maybe after-work drinks! Looks like I've got more plans to make...

My girl's got a city to run.

Vintage leather jacket: £17.50. Brandy Melville trouble maker t-shirt: €26. Topshop leopard print skirt: £38. Clarks two-tone sandals. Autumn Bloom small tote: c/o Cath Kidston.

As Fashion Month draws to a close, I'm just getting around to posting the one London Fashion Week event I went to - maybe I'm stuck in the past or maybe I'm rationing the rare times I get to take photos, you pick. I decided to shy away from Somerset House again this season in favour of spending time with friends, working and, you know, sleeping, but when an invite to Lulu Guinness' party popped into my inbox I did think it'd be the best way to dip my feet into my favourite fashion week of them all. Of course I did my best to represent the British high street in my usual way with a little pop of Cath Kidston print, vintage leather, Clarks not-school-shoes sandals and good ol' toppers (after heading to an embarrassing amount of stores to try and get this bloody skirt), although my favourite Brandy Melville t-shirt did end up muscling its way in somehow. It was amazing to finally meet Clare after we started our blogs around the same time, as well as spending the evening doing something outside of the ordinary - even if we did leave early to make sure we could get to Nando's before it closed!

In more current news, it's finally starting to feel like Autumn. I haven't actually ventured outside today as that means finally accepting that it's time to do something, but from the breeze sneaking its way through my slightly open window things definitely feel chillier. Autumn's my favourite time to dress for, said every blogger ever, but it does mean that I can leave my bronzer alone for the next six months as everyone else looks pale too - hooray! And, sorry if it's a sore spot, I managed to get my first ever Glastonbury tickets, so I'm starting to mentally prepare myself for the mother of all festivals: I. Can't. Wait.

I heard there was a secret chord.

Asos necklace dress: £36. French Connection heels: gift (old). Pandora bracelet. Topshop Really Ruby lipstick and Becca Hotel California lipgloss. Essie Lapiz of Luxury nail varnish.

As I drink out of the scouser ware mug I picked up when in the North West earlier this month, I can't help but think that a lot can happen in three weeks. I mean, I've had a few bruises develop and also lost an eyebrow brush (guess which of the two I think is more tragic), but my friend Beth got married and jetted off on honeymoon, returning a brand new lady. I think we both know which one of us has experienced more life-changing occurrences, but it was an honour to be invited up to the beautiful Chester to celebrate one of my Liverpool ladies tying the knot. We all went through pretty rough patches at university, (I'd recommend freshers watching Corrie's video, if you've got any sober time to spare!) and I'm honesty so happy that Beth found her mister during the course of it, and you couldn't hope for a happier and more beautiful bride - I think my jaw still aches from so much smiling in a short space of time.

I couldn't help but buy something special for the occasion, and this asos dress spoke to me through my screen at work inbetween the quips about parkas and that Taylor Swift song being played incessantly on the radio. Maybe it reveals all those meal deals I've been indulging in at lunch recently, but other than that I think it looks okay on, and I love the open back and little necklace detail meaning I didn't have to bother lugging any more stuff up with me - perfect! Now, I'm just off to celebrate being single with my pal Danielle then get myself to the gym and undo that packet of Kettle crisps.
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