Top and skirt - River Island, boots - Boohoo

It's a bit out-dated by now, but this is what I wore on Easter Sunday. I thought that none of the photos I took had worked, but I've just discovered this. The tops, skirt and boots were all sale prices, thriftiness FTW. The top is fast becoming a favourite of mine - I love the half-length sleeves, they're perfect for the not-so-summery weather we get here! I'll try to use my proper camera in future for outfit posts, since my iPod obviously doesn't take the clearest photographs. Perhaps I should clean my mirror, that might help...

Hail on the roof

Dreary weather

My bed

WHAT is going on with the weather? It was a gorgeously sunny day, my sister came in from mowing the lawn and said how hot it was, and within ten minutes the sky had clouded over and it was hailing. Now it is sunny again! I want to go for a long run, but what on earth do I wear? I don't want to go in a hoody if the sun stays out, but I don't want to be caught in a blizzard (anything is possible right now...) wearing a t-shirt. Oh, the dilemmas!

I thought I'd take a picture of my bed, because it was looking so cosy. The rug isn't usually spread out like that, but I took pity on my dog earlier and let her chill on my bed for a while. No one was downstairs and she was blatantly lonely. Also she's so adorable that I can't help giving in to her every want!

A rather dreary day here in middle England, one that merits Nutella spread pretty thickly onto homemade bread. After watching the debacle that was the boat race, I needed some sort of sustenance! Oh well, we all know that Oxford would have won, although what went on with the clash I just do not know.

I'm now meant to be reading Sense and Sensibility, but all I want to do is watch a film about somewhere hot, and pretend that I'm there.

My hair was a complete mess this morning - obviously after swimming last night I didn't quite manage to wash it properly - so I straightened it, cue random photos taken with my iPod. A little more colourful that the one permanently on my blog, but rather blurry. Unfortunately (or, rather, fortunately - explanation later) my dad came in to put some hooks on the back of my door, so no more could be taken. As for the hooks, I've been meaning to put them up for about three years or so now, and I'm eternally grateful for my my dad and his drill. I decoupaged the wooden board and varnished it, so now my coats have something pretty to hang on. The original hooks had been there since before we moved in and have taken to collapsing (apparently there is such a thing as Too Many Clothes?) over the last few years. But no more! Now I just have to sort out the squeaky hinges, as the weight of coats and jackets is too much for them...

Good Friday

So, today should have been wonderfully Spring-like, but in fact was cold and grey. Not to mention that I'm now feeling quite sick for some reason. Am exhausted from rejigging my blog - why is it so hard to make it look how I want it to?!

Last night my sister made hot cross buns to have for breakfast today, and they tasted incredible, even better than shop-bought ones. We're doing really well right now with homemade food, since Dad seems to be on a proper bread mission, making all sorts of loaves (not all of them have turned out perfectly, though...). It's so nice to come downstairs in the morning to the smell of dough rising in the oven.

After breakfast I dug out some of the MANY rolls of wrapping paper I can't bring myself to use (too pretty) and lined a couple of cardboard boxes. I ordered a couple of pairs of boots from Boohoo which came yesterday, so I ended up with empty shoeboxes. One of them will house the myriad electrical items that clutter up the floor in front of my basin (there aren't actually that many, but the flexes...OH the flexes...), and the other I'm going to fill up with jewellery making paraphernalia. At some point I'll also cover the outside, but I don't like to do anything in a hurry...

Hard Work

Nothing like it, eh? I'm still not happy with how my blog looks, but I'm working on it, I promise. 

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That photo...

I know that the photo on here right now is slightly old (from the summer - boredom at work drove me to new lengths!) and really bad quality (shot in a badly-lit bathroom with an iPod), but it really is the only decent one I have at the moment! I will strive to get a decent one soon.......

The Average Person

Apparently, I am above average. This might be a bizarre thing to say, but at 5'5.5", I am about half an inch taller than the average British woman (please correct me if I'm wrong). I always find this hard to believe - at school I was one of the shortest, even in sixth form when everyone had finished growing. There were girls there hitting six foot and above, and although at university I've found that most people aren't that tall, I still can't seem to find many who are the same height as me.

This has left me with a few questions:

Firstly, why were there so many girls at school who were so tall? Not only in my year, but in most of the years below me. Girls four years younger than me would tower over my above-average frame, which I always found slightly disconcerting. Why was it that at that one school there was such a high concentration of tall people?

The second question is one that came up when I went shopping a couple of months ago. I was looking for jeans, but as always I couldn't find any that properly fit. In many shops that sell jeans by leg length and waist measurement, the shortest leg is 30 inches. 30 inches!!! As a person of average height, a 30 inch leg is FAR too long, and looks ridiculous. In other shops, where trousers are categorised into UK sizes of 6, 8, 10, 12, 14 etc, they often offer small, regular and long leg lengths. But even the small ones are too long. *Sigh* This is the only time that I resent my average stature. My leggy younger sister used to mock my height, in a kind way of course, and I'd always retaliate: I can wear insanely high heels and not look stupid, I always have leg room on buses and trains, I never need to complain about being too squashed in the car, and I always feel dainty next to boys, especially being the perfect height to hug. I LIKE my height. I just don't like the abnormal leg lengths of jeans. Someone, somewhere, needs to sort this out.

The Effects of Good Weather on Determination

When I started this blog, I had so much determination that this one would be better than the others. I had posts planned, it would be amusing, and it would be CONSTANT. Unfortunately for my blog, but fortunately for me (and incidentally the garden), my world has been bathed in glorious sunshine and, for the most part, heat since Saturday morning.


Call me vain, but I love being tanned. My brown hair sadly does not come with a dainty English Rose complexion. Instead, when all vestiges of tan fade, I am left with somewhat sallow skin and the feeling that I should be living somewhere far sunnier in order to look, well, healthy. So it is that when the sun comes out, I'll be out there in a bikini top and shorts, even in March, moving my sun lounger ever so often to avoid shadows and to keep in line with the sun's rays. Desperate? Me? No. Just a laughing stock within my family.


Luckily, laughing at me has benefited my parents: covered in suncream (I wear factor 50 in England; we don't really go abroad, but it is still with me in the summer. And I still go brown as a nut.) I can often, when the sun is in the right place, be found mowing the lawn, weeding, edging flowerbeds, and digging out the chicken run. Little things that the parents could do without having to tackle (please, redigging the pond and rebuilding the chainsaw are SO much more important), which keep me in the sun. Plus, I enjoy it. In my not-so-old-age I find myself becoming more domesticated. I like doing the washing up, and find some sense of pride in tidying the kitchen (not my room, though. NEVER my room). I want to make jars of jam to give to people for Christmas, and grow some herbs.


When I told my mother that I thought I was a little weird and ageing prematurely, she told me not to let something not being cool stop me from doing it. Oh mother. Things have changed. I don't actually care how something is perceived, if I want to do it I will (which in some cases does not do me any favours at all).


In a way, watching the weather forecast this evening and seeing my world come crashing down with the onset of normal March weather at the weekend, I was somewhat relieved. Essays must be written, books read, wardrobes cleared out and running recommenced. I might actually get something done for a change.

Good evening...

Hello. Welcome to my blog. I've had blogs before, but none of them were very serious. So I've moved here, for a fresh start and some inspiration.

I study English Literature at university, and love reading, although some of what is on my reading lists can't be classed as reading. More as struggling through pages of a totally alien language. I get by! Fashion and photography are great interests of mine, although I wish I could wear the clothes I want to. I tend to get obsessively interested in unrelated things, reading as much as I can find about them, until I'm an amateur expert. Unfortunately these things aren't likely to come in useful.

Today I went into town and bought nine books, all for the grand total of £11. Unfortunately I now have to buy new bookcases... I'm reading The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, since I read the sequel whilst travelling a couple of years ago. Desperately looking forward to reading for enjoyment for a week or so!

Will post something more interesting soon, once I've finished customising my blog. I just really needed to post something first to work with!