"jenny... are you real?!"

i think a song a blog is a good idea, silence isn't fun.

saturday, we're off to the vintage fashion fair in oxford! exciting :) in desperate need of a new bag, jewellery, belts and dresses. as always. giving up shopping for lent isn't an option anymore.

the dead look and the little alien pixie look are in right now i swear.





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1. i love regina spektor
2. i love this song, despite it being amazingly sad
3. i love the video and the birds

so, listen :)

Right now I'm working on my final ever textiles piece, which will mark the end of my a-level coursework and my freedom returning.
It's a combination of all 3 of the chapters; Military fashion/ war-time fashion, womens changing role within society and recycled fashion.
The end piece is a women's war uniform, combining the chapters as women wouldn't of had war uniforms during the 1940's, showing how their role has changed. But the skirt is part long, part short, kinda strandy. With lace corset pattern all over, then the top has been made from an old shirt with gold badges and collar, with statement shoulders.

It's slowly, killing me.

In other news, I've given up shopping for lent. I have no idea when lent ends?! But I'm stopping.
I also had the weirdest photoshoot of my life last night, photos will be uploaded when I get them. Turns out, if you're pale, not in focus, wearing white and standing against a white wall, you don't show up!
Like an actual vampire. Time for summer and abit of a tan i think.
It was very fun though, many (attempted) handstands, fighting and fairy wings.

i hate boys.

tart and

First of all, I'm gonna join in with everyone else, and say how very, very sad it is about Alexander McQueen. The most controversial, weird and brilliant british designers. London Fashion Week isn't gonna be the same this year. rip♥

It kinda makes you think, that even when someone seemingly has everything and a successful life, you can never really tell what's going on.

Today in Primark, there was this group of i'd say 12 year old girls, all squealing and throwing loads of gel boobs into their baskets, like they were the best thing they'd ever seen. You really don't know whether to smash their heads together, or leave them to grow up into little sluts.
Seriously though, boobs for £3? Who cares if she has bigger tits than you? Get over it. Life's worth more than that.

I've decided to drop the budget. It lasted about a week, which I think is amazing.
Life's too short to spend worrying about money, what's the point in working hard, then saving it and having no fun. There's no point in doing something, if it's not making you happy.

Spending, makes me happy right now, so that's what I'm gonna do.
I spent December and January solidly working on my portfolio, amongst doing exams, working at the coffee shop and general school work. Every night I didn't go to bed 'til gone 2am and I got through about 30 sewing machine needles.
I did my work, I got everything I wanted, now I'm going to enjoy my life.
My Dad has done the same job all his life, works over 12 hours a day, 6 days a week.
I love him, but I can't see how anyone wishes for their life to be like this.
Maybe it's just because I had spinal surgery, and coming so close to loosing my life made me realize how you need to value it.
This is why, we should all just say "fuck it", and go make ourselves happy.

I've spent this evening cutting up one of my brother's hoodies, and attaching it onto a tartan waistcoat I'm making. Make do and Mend forever.




p.s. happy valentine's day♥

I actually have had no idea what to write since I got my place. It still hasn't quite sunk in, I've mentioned interviews and wanting to go there in so many of my posts, and now it's true, I can't even comment on it.

Somehow, this is gonna be me in 2/3 years time, with my own collection showing at The Opera House. Then going onto graduate fashion week, then.. life, I guess?


Part of me still wants to be the stupid little girl inside of me, who gives it all up and runs away hoping for the "disney" ending I always wanted when I was little.
But who says I can't have both in the end? Can't describe how sad am I, at the thought of loosing whatever was in the past, but I guess this is what it's all about, choosing what i need. In the words of amazing Glee, "it's now or never, I ain't gonna live forever".

Anyway, I want a crop top. I hated them when they first showed up, like, REALLY hated them. But now I think they actually look pretty good ontop of a tight top/ dress.

I like the 1s in Topshop, but £15 seems abit to much for half a top.
Found 2 in New Look, favourite's the stripey 1 as I'm into red right now:




Having a look through my favourite ever site, even though they charge RIDICULOUS amount for postage, I love the stuff.

The necklace is one of the more interesting things I found on there, that I'd actually wear.


Did I mention I learn tailoring during my 2nd year at arts uni?
Suit, anyone? £1000 please.

This photo, sums up why I should never drink. But I did like my outfit that night.



Happpppppy face. The joys of 4-month underage drinking.

Thursday I'm going to a Forces themed party, for which I'm dressing as a sailor. Should be funfun :) Got my bottle of foreign drink that noone really knows is.
Made myself a quick blue dress, like the green checked 1 to go over a stripey top.
Then the whole reason I wanted to be a sailor, was the hat.
The cheapest I found was from an Ebay stripper shop, £3.99 though! Hello, PVC.



ahoy, strippers.♥