tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90682301866007996962024-03-13T00:09:40.224+00:00 a heroine in trainingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07507523351565068981noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9068230186600799696.post-24086406601555318582015-10-04T17:05:00.000+01:002015-10-29T20:14:54.582+00:00MONTHLY LOVES: SeptemberSeptember is over, and it's strange to think that this time a month ago I wasn't even back at college yet. Now I've fully started my A-Level courses and I've applied to uni. It's safe to say that the start of A2 has been much more stressful than the beginning of AS; a lot can change in a year. September is never a particularly fun month because the academic year takes a little getting used to and the weather is so temperamental. That said, it's been rather eventful with the 18th birthday of my best friend and my sister moving to Spain, and I have a few monthly loves:<br />
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While my mum (Mare) and sister (H) were browsing apartments in Spain, my dad and I (Will) spent some quality time playing squash and shopping so that I could pick up some new A/W clothes before the start of college. Side note: how nice are Topshop Meadowhall's new fitting rooms? Very snazzy, however the lighting is still as unflattering as before, unfortunately. Will replaced my grey cropped sweater from last year which he shrunk in the wash, and I picked up a leather skirt with pockets (I am <i>loving</i> the pockets), a checked biker skirt and a pair of flat Chelsea boots, from Topshop. I later found out that I bought the wrong size boots as they were on the wrong hanger, but I'm still wearing them because I don't want to waste the £40.</div>
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This week I tried out the Bakedin mug brownies. I wasn't sure what to expect after years of failed cakes in mugs made from scratch, and I was very pleasantly surprised by how good they were. They took no more than 10 minutes to make (including the 5 mins cooling time); all I had to do was melt some butter in the microwave in the mug then stir in the mixture and a little water. After 45 seconds in the microwave (mine is 1000W so takes less time) they were ready. The little chocolate chunks had melted, the brownie was spongy, and my kitchen was clean, which is extremely rare after I have baked. Actually, it's unheard of. All in all: a pretty good brownie. Not as good as my mum's homemade recipe, and they probably need a scoop of ice cream or a dollop of cream, but it's a fab idea to have a kit in your cupboard for sudden cravings, or to give as a quirky gift.</div>
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I read it a few months ago, but it deserves a mention, so <i>Funny Girl</i> by Nick Hornby is my book of the month/summer. Set in 1960s London, the novel follows a TV comedy actress, Barbara from Blackpool, as she makes it big. She's an endearing character and I was quick to love her sense of humour and drive for success. I found the sixties setting exciting and I would definitely time-travel to that era if I could, but the difference in attitudes to gender was evident throughout the novel. The constant sexualisation of Barbara and the frequent comments on her looks and body, rather than on her talents, subtly reminds us of how women were treated only 50 years ago. This was my first Hornby so I can't compare it to any of his other books, but if you want a funny, easy read, I would recommend this.<br />
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September's reading included Woolf's <i>A Room of One's Own </i>and various works of Franza Kafka. Having never read any Kafka before, I was surprised and intrigued by his, well, just plain strange stories. I can't think of a similar writing style that I have read and his use of symbolism to comment subtly on human nature and societal attitudes in <i>The Metamorphosis</i> was clever and I was quickly drawn in. I was also quickly confused.</div>
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Summer is well and truly over, the year has officially begun and this year will not be an easy one but, for now, I think I'll try to come up with a good Halloween costume idea. Time to get thinking.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07507523351565068981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9068230186600799696.post-8181660549322239462015-09-18T23:23:00.000+01:002016-08-08T13:35:30.216+01:00ANNE, TRAMS AND AMSTERDAMBy the end of summer, I was feeling increasingly suffocated by the house and, taking pity on me, for my AS results/17th birthday(/good luck surviving A-Levels) present, my parents packed me and H off to a city break in Amsterdam. I realise that it has a slightly questionable rep but we went for the history, the museums and nothing illegal, honestly.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The Anne Frank Huis has been on my bucket list for years so, after settling into the hotel and getting a steak the first night, we woke early on our first day to queue. We got a little confused by the grey maze of roads but the architecture along the canal was so pretty it softened the trek and we reached the museum by 9.30am. The line length was a little disheartening but we picked up a bacon sandwich and coffee from a bakery down the street and ate breakfast whilst waiting (which I fully recommend, but remember to check the fine print and see if they put sauce on it if you're a plain bacon kinda person like me). We also met and chatted to a friendly Canadian girl called Chloe who was travelling around Europe, so the 2 hour wait went quickly. Unfortunately there was not a great deal to see inside the house and the queue continued all the way through until the gift shop and exit. However, the museum is an incredible reminder of those lost, and the pictures Anne Frank stuck on her bedroom wall of famous people, just like any teenager does today, showed how innocent and relatable she is. I think it was well worth the wait.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Our next trip was to the Rijksmuseum which holds a famous Rembrandt our mother told us we had to see but H and I found to be, frankly, overrated. Although it was partly blocked by a crowd of onlookers. While looking for the current exhibition, <i>New For Now: The origin of fashion magazines</i>, we found a room of benches scattered with pencils and pens and famous copies of paintings. The wall was covered in postcard-sized interpretations of works in the museum, and H and I decided to rest our feet for half an hour and have a go. After a few trips around the museum and some confused map reading we finally found the exhibition and wandered around, reading the walls and taking pictures (the trip's highlight for both me and Hatts). The pit of my day was missing the Van Gogh earlier on in the Rijks because I wasn't paying attention when we walked through that room. <b>I missed it.</b> <b>Who does that? </b>We didn't have enough time to visit the Van Gogh Museum after either so I was very, very annoyed at myself. But H suggested that we go to the waffle shed in the square across the road and, with a chocolate muffin, all was forgiven.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The next day was SHOPPING. So after some crazy good crepes for breakfast, we walked the few feet it took to reach H&M. H bought a 'garm' (cape/blanket thing) and I got a navy fine-knit jumper for college (well, and general life). The peak of the day was visiting Brandy Melville which, as we were informed by Chloe, was in Amsterdam and we would love. A white shirt, white tee and black t-shirt dress later, I was leaving very happy that I was not in England, where there is no Brandy Melville, as far as I am aware. Taking a tram up to Dam Square for a little more shopping before our train to the airport, I felt very proud that we had managed to navigate the confusing transportation system of Amsterdam. There we had lunch at De Bijenkorf (similar to our Selfridge's/Harvey Nichols) and scoured Pull and Bear, Urban Outfitters, Mango, Forever 21, Pimkie, etc, etc. Let's just say it was a successful trip. And even more successful because I managed to fit it all in my hand luggage (after removing a few items to wear/sweat in in the airport).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The guy at passport control saw my D.O.B. and said "have a good birthday tomorrow" and I was so excited I said "DANK YOU" and skipped off. It was an amazing birthday because Amsterdam was amazing and it was freaking amazing that neither my sister nor I was hit by a car/tram/bicycle while we were there. Forget amazing, it was a miracle.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07507523351565068981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9068230186600799696.post-43426147162372878902015-09-09T21:11:00.000+01:002015-12-31T12:05:30.453+00:0011 FACTS ABOUT ME + Nominated for the Liebster Award<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: inherit; line-height: 20.02px;">1. Post 11 facts about yourself.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; line-height: 20.02px;">2. Answer the 11 questions provided by the person who nominated you and then create an 11 question set for the next group of nominees.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; line-height: 20.02px;">3. Choose 5-11 people with under 200 followers to nominate and link them on the post.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; line-height: 20.02px;">4. Let your nominees know they've been tagged - and no tag backs!</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: inherit; line-height: 20.02px;">Cue Nick Jonas singing <i>Introducing Me </i>from <i>Camp Rock 2</i> in my head for the next hour, because I have been nominated for the Liebster Award (thanks to EJ<b> </b>from </span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 20.02px;"><a href="http://ejtheblogger.blogspot.co.uk/">ejtheblogger.blogspot.co.uk</a>), which gives me an excuse to write another post alllll about me. Which, clearly, the world wants. Fact no.1: some say sarcasm is the lowest form of wit but personally I think it's an art form. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.02px;">1. Please see the introductory paragraph above.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.02px;">2. <i>Mamma Mia!</i> is my favourite musical, although I haven't seen it live (*tear rolls down cheek*) and an excellent film. <u>Excellent</u>. Well, Colin Firth will do that for any film.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.02px;">3. On a rainy day, there is nothing like watching an Agatha Christie, under a blanket, with my mum and a bowl of Mr Potato Head soup (Covent Garden's cheese and bacon soup renamed by my sister and I when we were younger).</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.02px;">4. A cup of tea is instantly calming and, although I am in so many ways a perfect fit for the British stereotype, I don't drink English Breakfast or Earl Grey. Sugar, milk, fairy dust, I don't care what you put in it: PG Tips won't beat a cup of Clipper peppermint tea.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.02px;">5. My favourite book is <i>Northanger Abbey </i>by Jane Austen.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.02px;">6. My secret life dream is to play Elizabeth Bennet in a film production of <i>Pride and Prejudice</i>. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.02px;">7. As a one-off, I binge-watched <b>every single episode</b> of <i>30 Rock</i> in under 2 months in Summer. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.02px;">8. I've also seen every episode of <i>Friends</i> over time, but who hasn't?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.02px;">9. My favourite song is <i>Roxanne </i>by The Police.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.02px;">10. I can't rap, but I like to<b> </b>in private or when with <u>very</u> close friends, probably after a certain beverage. </span></span><br />
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<b style="color: #666666; line-height: 20.02px;">EJ'S QUESTIONS:</b><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 20.02px;"><b>What made you want to start blogging?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 20.02px;">I've loved writing since I was little and after reading blogs for a while I wanted my own url to put memories, thoughts and all that jazz.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; line-height: 20.02px;"><b>What do you like about blogging?</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 20.02px;">Being able to scroll back through things I've done and clothes I've seen.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 20.02px;"><b>Do you think your personality and style is reflected through the way you blog?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 20.02px;">I'd like to think so.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 20.02px;"><b>How can you see yourself and your blog doing in 5 years?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 20.02px;">Possibly floating about somewhere in the blogosphere, but we might be non-existent.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 20.02px;"><b>What is one good thing about you?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 20.02px;">I agree with the "tidy house, tidy mind" idea.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 20.02px;"><b>What is one bad thing about you?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 20.02px;">I pay too much attention to little imperfections.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 20.02px;"><b>How would you describe yourself in one word?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 20.02px;">Seventeen.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 20.02px;"><b>If you could change one thing in the world, what would you change?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 20.02px;">If I said "world peace", someone would want to stop world hunger. If I said "stop world hunger", someone would want to help abandoned puppies. If I said "help abandoned puppies", someone would want to save the rainforests. Considering this, I will ask for England to get a Brandy Melville. We really need one.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 20.02px;">Where is your favorite place on earth?</span></span></b><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 20.02px;">Home.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 20.02px;"><b>If you could meet anyone in the world (from the past or present), who would you meet?</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 20.02px;">Jane Austen.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; line-height: 20.02px;">If you could go back in time, where and what time would you go to?</span></b><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="line-height: 20.02px;">18th Century England, to go to a ball and visit Jane Austen (this would also be my ideal episode of <i>Doctor Who </i>if I was a companion</span></span><span style="color: #666666; line-height: 20.02px;">).</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; line-height: 20.02px;"><b>MY NOMINEES:</b></span><br />
<a href="http://carpe-everything.blogspot.co.uk/" style="line-height: 20.02px;">carpe-everything.blogspot.co.uk</a><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.02px;"><a href="http://www.tresbeau.co/">tresbeau.co/</a></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.02px;"><a href="http://girlseekinghappiness.blogspot.co.uk/">girlseekinghappiness.blogspot.co.uk</a></span><br />
<a href="http://infinitelyfashionate.com/">infinitelyfashionate.com</a><br />
<a href="http://sophiapatelblog.wordpress.com/">sophiapatelblog.wordpress.com</a><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.02px;"><b>MY QUESTIONS for you to answer if you feel like it:</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.02px;">1. How old are you?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.02px;">2. How many languages do you speak?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.02px;">3. What is your dream career?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.02px;">4. If you could live in a TV show for a day, which would you choose?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.02px;">5. Do you have any plans to travel?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.02px;">6. What is your favourite city?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.02px;">7. What is your favourite place to shop?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.02px;">8. Whose celebrity style do you admire the most?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20.02px;">9. What is the one item in your wardrobe you couldn't live without?</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; line-height: 20.02px;">10. Insert your favourite quote:</span><br />
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favourite places to visit for many reasons, and this year I avoided falling
seagull faeces which I did not manage Polperro 2k13. 1 point to Lydia. The
beaches are buzzing in summer and there is <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">always</i>
a plentiful supply of scones and pasties; my personal pasty of choice is steak
and stilton (why hello there, cheese and carbs). And fresh seafood is <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">always</i> on the menu: crab claws, fish
cakes, paella, chilli fried squid, mussels. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I must say, despite my food overload <span lang="EN-US">–</span> I<span lang="EN-US">’</span>m looking at you, moules
marinière <span lang="EN-US">–</span> we must have fitted in enough exercise to destroy
those calories. This has to be the holiday that has caused the most physical
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We arrived on Saturday to a late lunch of baked brie and fresh bread in Port Isaac, where we were staying in a seafront house which was not quite ready for us yet. Tired after a 5 hour car journey in a cramped backseat with my sister, H, and her boyfriend, George (known as <span lang="EN-US">‘</span>G<span lang="EN-US">’</span> or <span lang="EN-US">‘</span>Geo<span lang="EN-US">’</span>, as we are too lazy for three extra letters), I had a nap. I was on holiday, I had an excuse. Sunday was a chilled day also, which meant plenty of time to read my latest book: <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Funny Girl </i>by Nick Hornby (review to come). We made plans to surf the next day and prepared for the physical challenge that would be pulling wetsuits on and off.</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Surfing on Monday was incredibly
fun but also incredibly difficult: as soon as we had finished the introduction
on the beach and made our way into the water I completely forgot what we’d been
taught. Do surfers just get on the board and then surf? I soon found that it is
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">possible, </i>but <u>not likely</u>,
after an hour of salty attempts choking on sea water. I was finally on the last
wave, kneeling, about to stand up when I saw a guy from college/the ex of one
of my friends and, confused, I wiped out. Mascara (and probably snot) down my
face, we said hi. Waterproof mascara is not the miracle we are tricked into believing it is; it certainly cannot stand an hour and a half in the surf. I like to think I worked the 'drowned rat' look though.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Still sore from surfing, the
next day one genius family member suggested a coastal clifftop walk. It was not
only ‘cliff<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">top</b>’ as we went up, down
and all around those freaking cliffs. I admit, I was a bit grumpy initially but
I was grateful that my glutes were having a better workout than a Davina McCall
exercise DVD could give them. All this in the particular type of thin, wet rain
which soaks through every item of clothing until you are, officially, a human
raisin ready to be thrown into a bowl of muesli. Yes, all rain is wet, but this
rain was <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">wet</i>. In order to keep the
team moving, Dad and I sang ABBA's ‘Super Trouper’ – complete with dance routine – at
the top of a hill to my mum, Mary, struggling at the bottom. It cheered her up, but she laughed so much she nearly wet herself on the side of the cliff, and we didn't need any more water to fall. 4 hours and 5
miles later, we reached a bee centre where I finally had a much needed bacon sandwich. We then limped to the side of the road
to pray for a bus to take us back home. We weren’t walking; ain’t nobody got
time for that. Mascara down my face <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">again</i>,
I saw my friend’s ex <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">again</i>, as we
were getting off the bus. How small is this world? It’s big enough for plenty
of irony at least.</span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">After the devastation caused
by all that physical activity, the next day was a leisurely trip to
the small </span><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">town of Wadebridge to scour the gift and charity shops for board games and DVDs to take
back to the house. I picked up a wooden postcard printed with a photo of some girls
on the street in the 60s (#sixtiesstreetstyle) for my wall, and 4 clam shells for
£1, to use as tealight holders, from a fish shop. On Thursday, we arrived at the
beach to a non-existent surf: 0 waves. Nada. Content, I laid in the beach tent all day
with mint choc chip ice-cream and my book.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Friday, I went for a walk with the 'rents along the headland of Port Gaverne as we were trapped in the village all day with the car in the garage. It was, in Dad's words as we crossed the rocks on the beach "something the Secret Five would do!" No, the Secret Five is not a Yorkshire gang, I'm pretty sure he meant the Famous Five, however I doubt that the Famous Five would have taken #ootd photos on the rocks mid-adventure. We had a nervous journey the next day, wondering whether the car would make it, but we made it home safe and sound. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Now, a couple of weeks later, I have just recovered from my food coma, but seeing Cornwall all over my Instagram timeline, I want to go back.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As any student around summer, when the digits drain from the ATM bank account balance with every lunch, brunch and pair of sandals, I have been attempting to restrain myself in the spending department so that I can get a new A/W wardrobe in time for college in September. The social media fashion feeds have been pouring salt in my wound as, scrolling through my Pinterest feed, I fell in love with Selena Gomez' red Christian Dior mini-dress which she wore to the Rudderless premiere last October. And I was head over heels. Her translucent Manolo Blahnik heels.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Obviously, we are all accustomed to drooling over the latest designer collection, with the realistic view that never will we step into that Elie Saab gown or those Louboutin pumps, however this dress has a high-street dupe. When I discovered Topshop’s strikingly similar satin plunge-neck dress, sat in the college library and scrolling through Topshop’s “NEW IN” section at my desk, I was so excited I immediately asked for someone to take me to a ball in our family group chat. I didn’t get any invites. Although Topshop’s LRD is a little longer, with cross-back straps and what appears in pictures to be a pinker shade of red than Dior’s, the two are very similar in style and it is the closest I have seen the high-street get to a designer dress. Whether for dinner or a graduation celebration, for those of us who are not an acting, singing, ex of Justin Bieber and BFF of T-Swift - Selena Gomez - or Lucy Hale at the 2014 Teen Choice Awards, this Topshop tribute is a good choice. This explains how there are only 5 left in stock. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I have not purchased The Dress after a) convincing myself that I cannot and should not buy it due to lack of funds and, b) realising that I do not have an upcoming occasion to wear it. I stayed strong and didn’t even try it on after seeing it in the Topshop concession stand in Selfridges. *sigh* A girl can dream. What do you think of my Topshop alternative?</span><br />
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After exams, I was straight off to see H in Exeter, who was at university, as I’d decided to make the most of the opportunity to visit for a few days before she moves to Spain for a year. The weather was amazing, compared to the northern gale I’m used to, and for the first time this year I had the chance to wear my oversized, navy frame Mango sunglasses. Despite the sun, we spent my first afternoon chilling in the Lush Brazened Honey face mask with takeaway pizza and <i>30 Rock</i> as Hatts was recovering from a sudden flu. After 2 seasons in 4 days, I may be turning into Liz Lemon. But as I like a night in under the duvet, that was possibly my favourite night.</div>
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Well-rested, the next day consisted of brunch with Teagan, H’s friend from uni, at Bill’s (my new favourite place to eat) and shopping. We went into Exeter Cathedral, which had been on my to-do list and visited Vintage Store Exeter, a treasure trove of prints and sequins. I bought a light tea dress, which I expect will be great for summer if this sun continues, and I found a thick, red and white striped t-shirt to introduce some variety to my wardrobe which is primarily <i>navy</i> and white stripe. Let's just say I’m having a moment with stripes. After having watched Pitch Perfect the night before, we saw the sequel at the cinema and I must confess to eating an entire bag of mint matchmakers myself. But any chocolate that says ‘SHARE PACK’ is simply asking to be proved wrong.</div>
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The next day we caught the train to Topsham where we scoured the charity shops, gift shops and antique store, resulting in a £5.50 denim jacket, a book on modernism and a birthday card for my best friend whose birthday was 3 months away. Once back at H’s I threw on the red and white vintage dress and we went for dinner at Carluccio’s. I don’t know how we do it, but we always seem to find ourselves there with a bowl of pasta, in a long discussion over which pudding to go for. After a tense debate over the bread and butter pudding and salted caramel sundae, I caved in to my wild side and chose the special. I didn’t have my glasses so I couldn’t read the specials board. Luckily, it was a hazelnut ice cream with a molten chocolate core. It’s also lucky that I’m not allergic to nuts.</div>
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I left H on the train platform on the Thursday, because college was starting the next day, and waved as the train drew away. It wasn't an overly emotional departure as we were reuniting the next week after Bristol University open day to bring her back to Yorkshire. I love having her home; it’s just like having another of myself around the house, and who wouldn’t want that? We are frequently having the same thoughts at the same moments but it hasn’t become annoying yet. We'll see how it goes...</div>
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time no see, no? Well it’s been a busy few weeks, full of university open days,
trips and college essays (I thought it was summer but apparently Lloyd George
won’t give a girl a break). I’ve finished my AS year and started A2 but, as I
sit in the back of a crowded car with a bag full of books and bikinis, it’s
officially summer now. I have The Drums on a loop and we’re gonna go surfing
(down, down baby, down by the rollercoaster), so I’m happy. Destination: one of
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knew each other well, the pair were funny and comfortable together and the
interview felt very honest and intimate. Gaultier’s career began with his
designing for his teddy bear and progressed to designing for Madonna (the
person he would most have liked to have dressed is the Queen Mother). </span>Gaultier was such a funny and fascinating character and <span style="font-family: inherit;">I am so
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07507523351565068981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9068230186600799696.post-19519641344618474102015-04-09T23:45:00.001+01:002015-07-22T19:29:28.858+01:00Trapped!I apologise profusely to the 0 people who read this blog. I have not been posting often yet because I have been attempting to set up this blog in a crazy year with a shed load of college work. After exams I will be writing regularly but for now, I will only provide a tit-bit of my traumatic day today.<br />
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We have been redecorating the house and when I was home alone today I found myself trapped in the kitchen because <b>there was no door handle on the inside</b>. For 3 hours I was stuck with no phone and no charger for my laptop. Luckily I had wifi to email my mum, unluckily she never got the email. She came home calling "Where are you?!" I'M IN THE KITCHEN AS I HAVE BEEN FOR THE PAST THREE HOURS. It's say safe to say my entire family found it hysterical and I did myself after I had mourned my lost hours napping on a cold laminate floor. Here's the emergency email I sent to my mother, hopefully you'll find it as funny as she did:<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07507523351565068981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9068230186600799696.post-81780096513242189002015-01-10T23:43:00.003+00:002015-07-26T13:53:40.755+01:00London baby! And Happy New Year.<div>
I tend not to dream of a white Christmas anymore because however beautiful it looks in American Christmas rom-coms and however cold it may feel in the North of England, it is extremely unlikely. The one time I didn’t want it to snow, what did the great British weather do? Snow. On Boxing Day. Just before a planned London shopping trip.</div>
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Luckily the trains were still running and a 6.20am start
after watching <i>The Holiday </i>till late
the night before meant a sleep in my aisle seat. A copy of <i>Elle </i>(with Kim K on the cover), <i>Regeneration
</i>by Pat Barker and a Greggs bacon sandwich on the journey provided
entertainment and sustenance en route so the trip was pretty speedy and I do
love a train journey. Of course we took the tube straight to Oxford Circus once
we’d arrived and of course the first stop was Topshop. Of course. Three bargains,
including a navy quilted miniskirt for 20 freaking pounds, some sweating and a
walk to Apostrophe later: I was sat with a chocolate muffin and an apple juice
preparing for Selfridges. I spied a purple faux-leather bell-shaped skirt in
the H&M concession and fell in love - another new skirt and another new book
is all I need to be happy.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Another year, another lot of resolutions. It has been a
lovely Christmas, seeing family and opening presents, but the paper chains have
been recycled, so has the tree and the leftovers of dinner. It’s time to begin
2015 and forget about the chocolate binges of Christmas, the sunburn of summer
and the unfortunate fashion crazes of 2014. The year should always begin with
resolutions and goals, some cliché, some out-of-the-comfort-zone, all likely to
be forgotten by February. Here are mine:<o:p></o:p></div>
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</b></span><!--[endif]--><b>Drink more </b>water,<b> eat more cleanly </b>and <b>exercise
</b>more (walking to the fridge does not count as a trek, yes, even if stairs are
involved)<o:p></o:p></div>
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to sit cross-legged)<o:p></o:p></div>
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Apparently, as I heard on the radio the other day, 1 in 10
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07507523351565068981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9068230186600799696.post-36383914488034403982014-04-22T21:22:00.000+01:002015-07-22T18:56:41.552+01:00Go H, it's yer birthday, gotta shake yer butty like it's yer birthday<div class="MsoNormal">
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with my science revision guides than I do with another person, and also my having
exams in less than a month, this week has mainly been revising. As a fake
birthday celebration for my sister, H, (as she will be at uni when it is her
birthday) and as an interruption to my studying, my family and I stayed in
Manchester for a night. Our floor of the hotel was called ‘The Smiths’ and
opposite was ‘Joy Division’ which had to be a good omen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">After milling around Manchester
city centre on Thursday afternoon and acquiring a new pair of black Topshop
joni jeans, we got ready at the hotel and then made our way to San Carlo’s for
dinner (involving many family selfies in the lift down in the hotel). Owing to the <i>heavenly </i>food, I <b>loved</b> San Carlo’s so much I had lipstick all over my face by the end of the meal (I am ashamed to say).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">H and I shared the battered prawns,
scallops and calamari for starter. I totally took advantage of my sister by eating way more than my share (at her birthday meal - sorry, not sorry, sis). For main I had the pizza San Carlo: parma ham, buffalo mozzarella, tomato,
rocket and parmesan shaving, which was equally delicious. Unfortunately, as I had filled up on the starter, I could barely
get halfway through the pizza. However it was still lovely and in my father’s
words: “the perfect fusion of flavours with the pink and yellow stuff.” Well
done Will, it’s called cheese and ham. I was on lent when we were given our
dessert menus which meant I could not have a pudding and I had to sit for the
last course, surrounded by tiramisu and crème brûlée, and keep my spoon to
myself whilst inwardly crying in pain. I would definitely return to San
Carlo’s, <i>that crème brûlée has my name
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>The highlight of the stay:</b> I am very pleased to announce that I
have had my first ever barm! On Friday morning, we found a cute café (which I
cannot remember the name of) for breakfast in the city centre and I
ordered the bacon sarnie (despite it being Good Friday – whoopsies?). As I live so near
Manchester it is strange that I have never come across “bacon barm” on a menu
before. Of course, I had heard that people called them barms but I had never
witnessed it first-hand. One of the
greatest British conflicts: is the classic teacake bread a barm, a bap, a bun,
or a butty? Personally, it’s a butty for me but I like to mix it up now and
again and ask for a bun or a bap, just to introduce some spice into my
breakfast ordering. It was a big moment for me, as I am rather the bread
enthusiast, to ask for a “barm” for once and so that is officially the
highlight of my holidays.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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THE SUN IS OUT. Or has been going in and out from behind the
clouds for a week now. The point is: I’m going to need some sunglasses on
standby. At the moment, there is a thick, white blanket of cloud but it could easily be blue skies for us tomorrow. Oh English weather, why do
you do this to us? I have a feeling however, that it will be warm from now on.<b>
Time to slip out the sunglasses and slap on the sun cream.</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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Every year I find a new favourite sunglasses style. Last
year it was the cat-eye <o:p></o:p></div>
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and the year before that it was the John Lennon look. This
year I’m going round, like I did a few years ago with my lennon sunnies but with a
much chunkier frame this time around. I am in love with <a href="http://wildfoxcouture.co.uk/store/shop-now/accessories/twiggy-frame-sunwear.html" target="_blank">Wildfox’s Twiggy Frame</a>.<i> In love</i>. They are so sixties. But I
am also not made of money and £168 for a pair of sunglasses, when I have a
whole new summer wardrobe in mind, is a bit pricey. Luckily, I have discovered the <a href="http://www.asos.com/Minkpink/Minkpink-Madness-Sunglasses/Prod/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=3988229&SearchQuery=minkpink%20sunglasses&sh=0&pge=0&pgesize=36&sort=-1&clr=Milkytort" target="_blank">Minkpink Madness Sunglasses</a> for £26 from ASOS which
have the chunky, round frame I’m looking for in sunwear this season - and they're tortoiseshell, bonus. Happy
Lydia.<br />
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<o:p></o:p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07507523351565068981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9068230186600799696.post-65911489815784646162014-04-04T17:18:00.002+01:002015-07-22T18:43:45.417+01:00March Memory: Haim<br />
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It has just turned April (in case you live in a cave far, far away from civilisation yet still
have Wi-Fi) so I thought I would share the highlight of March for me.</div>
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With Em,
Niamh and some cash for a Costa, I hopped on a train to Sheffield to see one of
my current favourite bands. I first discovered Haim when reading an article on
the ‘ASOS Fashion Up’ app and, after seeing the 'Forever' music video on YouTube, I never looked back. A year later I was stood in
Sheffield O2 Academy. It was hot, it was loud, it was a very long wait and
the person behind me was stood so close that she accidentally ate my hair, but
it was worth it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After various conversations about rock climbing, college and
resolving to go to more gigs, the supporting act finally came on stage. They
were from New Zealand and their name was Broods, they told us. Pretty good - a
good way to kick it off – I thought they were, and I have since started
listening to their stuff on YouTube (check it out) but in all honesty, I
couldn’t hear them too well due to a chatty crowd.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Explosions of light and sound signalled their arrival on
stage. The sisters’ set list included: Running if You Call My Name, Don’t Save
Me, Honey and I and – my favourite – My Song 5. There was unexpected rapping
from Este, enthusiastic drumming from Alana and epic guitar solos from
Danielle. I don’t use the word ‘epic’ often (I worry that it
sounds cliché), so when I say it, I mean it. And she also killed it on the
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THEY EVEN PLAYED BEYONCÉ. Unfortunately, they chose a
Beyoncé song I’m not a fan of. XO. I love Beyoncé, I think she is fabulous, but
'XO' just isn't 'Drunk in Love'. Fortunately, it is amazing live and so was Haim's cover.</div>
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It was a good night. We walked away with
ringing ears and a growing envy of Alana Haim’s legs and I was tired in my college
interview the next day but it was worth it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07507523351565068981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9068230186600799696.post-10985666115493782112014-02-22T22:58:00.001+00:002015-07-22T18:58:35.323+01:00Nancy Drew: Unlikely Style Icon<div style="text-align: right;">
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I feel slightly fraudulent as I have, rather shamefully, not
read any of the Nancy Drew books. However, when I say Nancy Drew is a style
icon, I mean Nancy Drew played by Emma Roberts in the 2007 film which I have loved since I first watched it when I was about eight. Bringing style to sleuthing, she’s doing it for the nerds. Hello, have you seen her shoes? Here are the
reasons she’s one of my fashion icons:</div>
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1) Drew made moccasins and penny loafers <i>a thing</i>.<br />
<span style="text-indent: -18pt;">2) She is the Queen of co-ords.</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -18pt;">3) Her bag (or 'sleuthing kit') is the most practical since Mary Poppins’ – it always contains some form of baking, be it a blondie or a lemon bar, and I seriously need one for my brownies. <b>She brought my two loves together: fashion and food.</b></span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -18pt;">4) She can wear a peter-pan collar shirt in P.E. and get away with it (it's impractical, but if I could, I would).</span><br />
<span style="text-indent: -18pt;">5) She isn't afraid to be herself and stand out from the crowd.</span></div>
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Well done, Drew, well done.<br />
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<o:p></o:p><br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07507523351565068981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9068230186600799696.post-32520339254879410942014-02-21T23:29:00.001+00:002015-07-22T18:57:56.126+01:00First Blog Post.Much like when composing a first tweet and plumping for "first tweet :)", I will kick off my blog with a post which is both pointless and necessary. Jumping straight into a meaningful post seems a little reckless so I'll save the serious stuff, like debating which brownie recipe is the best, for later and for now I'll talk about myself. Just because it seems to make sense as I should probably introduce myself (the actual intro page is <a href="http://aheroineintraining.blogspot.co.uk/p/blog-page.html" target="_blank">here</a> though, by the way).<br />
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My music taste ranges from The Police to Haim and if I ever hear Chic's 'Le Freak' or 'Bootylicious' by Destiny's Child, it is impossible for me to control my dancing. And if you're wondering, no, I cannot dance - dancing to 'Smooth Criminal' has resulted in injury in the past. Not so smooth, Lydia.<br />
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The loves of my life are Nutella and yorkshire puddings (<b>not </b>together) but I am resolving to get at least one of my five-a-day into my diet every day. Chilli con carne is my new addiction however, and my afternoon routine consists of eating chilli and watching <i>Will & Grace</i>.<br />
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99% of my money goes to buying clothes and paying for train fares to get to places where there are good shops, so I can buy clothes. Perhaps it's because I have nothing better to spend my money on other than takeaways. I don't know anything technical about clothing or styling; I just know what I like when I see it and if I like it, I buy it. My style icons include: Cher Horowitz (Clueless), Alexa Chung and the 60s. One of my main goals in life is to own a pair of white, matte go-go boots.<br />
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First post over.<br />
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