The sales!

I have never been so disappointed in the sales this year.
Don't get me wrong, I've never been one of those to get up at 4am to burst into next rubbing pro plus into my gums but I have a wee snoop online when I get bored and see if I can snag a few bits and pieces before anyone else does.

This year however I was let down, and by topshop!
Stupidly, on Christmas Day I logged onto Topshop.com and had a browse only to find mostly everything sold out or only available in sizes 6 or 16, arrrggghh!

Little did I know that Ayr would answer my prayers. I was off on a visit and decided a snoop in the shops wouldn't hurt anyone, let alone my Radley.

The first River Island I walked into I found the playsuit that had stolen my heart a week ago, £20, bargain.

I sauntered into Topshop only to find the skirted wine red coat I had been lusting after for a month reduced from £98 to £30 AND IN MY SIZE!

Advice I give here lovelies is broaden the horizon. Not only Glasgow and Edinburgh keep the fashion gems, think of elsewhere and you'll end up picking up some lucky

 purchases.

Lest We Forget

There's something about Remembrance Day that makes us all come together. For as long as I can remember I have stayed silent for two minutes every year on this day and it will continue until I die.

There are some people on this planet and some who we will never see again who deserve more respect than the ones who have it today. There are people living among us who have lost limbs and are suffering and are doing it for the benefit of others.

There are many who died and who will never be found for us. It takes bravery to die for someone else, especially for people who they will never meet.

I am forever grateful and on this day I stayed silent for all of them. Lest we forget.

So what did I do last night?

So I was out last night but today I am lacking in the hangover department. Oh, it gets better. I only spent £15, including getting home! A strange occurence these days seeing as we're bailing out Italy. But anyway, I realised I woke up without having terrifyingly embarrassing flashbacks to yesterday evenings activities.

I usually find myself looking off into the distance as a new memory springs to mind and BAM! I close my eyes and shake my head because I have disgusted myself. But today, it feels different. I'm furiously staring into the distance waiting for this startling realisation to creep me out but it never comes. I feel like i've made a development in life! Either that or I felt far to sick to continue drinking beyond what I already had.

So, my point here, be it presented very loosely is why do I put myself through the morbid embarrassment of a night out? Why do I tell myself over and over again that I can't wait to get steaming but I end up wishing the bed covers would smother me completely? I guess I've tried to portray I'm fun when actually alcohol makes me boke now and it's a one way ticket to embarrassment.
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This issue is completely over publicised but in this case i'm not telling you that alcohol is killing you, or you drink too much or you're cooler than I am - in which case you are - but what i'm saying here is wtf makes me become someone I completely hate? I'm the most annoying arse when I drink and people have to tell me things. I'm 21, I need to get over myself. If I don't get drunk then that's fine, and if I do I need to tone the fuck down.

Wow it's been a while

I'd like to say I haven't posted anything in a while because I've been busy. But that would be on slightly telling the truth.
Yes I have been busy, however, I have also had time. I am one of those people who dwells on how busy they are when a) I'm not, I'm a liar and b) I need to get up off my arse and get on with things.

So here I am, posting useless piff on a blog which I now realise is being read by someone in Russia... HIYA!

Anyway, recently I watched the MTV show 'Awkward' and I am in love. I feel like I wish I were Jenna Hamilton in school however I wasn't that thin and popular boys didn't secretly like me. Which brings me onto my next point. Where I went to school, people weren't popular, they were known. They were known for being a rebel, a slut, a ditz and you catch my drift. So why do we want to be know?

Yeh I'd like to be known for having an interest in fashion but I am no expert. I like to wear new ideas but I also like to copy people. I'd also like to be known for my writing, but at times I don't enjoy writing. At times I can't write and at times I don't like to read any writing, at all.

So what was I known for? I used to be known for being a geek. I got semi-ok marks at school but I passed. Who says that makes a geek? I got on well with teachers and kept my mouth shut in classes. I like to be right and not fail. So shoot me, i'm a geek. Now I look back at those who called me a geek... ha :)

I feel like i'm wavering from point to point here but I don't think I'd like to be known for anything. In Scotland, we don't have high school reunions and our prom's are a sad copy of an American tradition so I have no one to impress from my school days but myself. I went to college and I'm in my final year of uni. I think i'm doing alright for myself.

I will leave uni in May and I won't be remembered. But I'm fine with that. I'll have somewhere else to move on to and develop a 'known for' there. But for the time being, I'm known for a slight knack at over-talking, a horribly self acknowledged overuse of swear words and a slightly higher than average BMI. But sack it. I'm human.

Is eBay really a place for fashion?

A recent intake of funds and an increased score of laziness has lead me to an addiction to eBay. Two of my flatmates - your food editor in tow - have me hooked. So far I have purchased: A scrabble necklace, a leather peter pan collar, hair clips, two rings, two eyebrow pencils and eyebrow gel. None of which I was desperately needing, just desperately wanting. So what is it that gets us hooked? Is it a bidding war? The thrill of an addressed package? Or just plain buying madness.

From the age of 14 I’ve had a computer. My mum never allowed eBay as she’s computer illiterate but as I spread my wings and hit the ripe old age of 16 I ventured out into the eBay world and didn’t really get involved. I hot 17, attended college and won my first bidding war on a Paul’s Boutique bag which resembles a massive pound coin. I would prove this to you however I’m too ashamed to take it anywhere. I’ve kept it however, it might be useful? The bidding war - my maximum price of £40 - cost me a total of £70+ including postage. I have never felt so elated and deflated all at the same time. I was like a balloon let go into the wind only to be dragged back down to earth and the reality of an obsessive personality.

As I’ve grown older I’ve holed in my purchases to “Buy it Now” only and items £5 and under unless there’s something spectacular I must must must have. This way I have kept eBay fun and not so denting on my bank balance.

EBay is a place I like to oggle at expensive handbags and digging around for fakes. Calm down, calm down I haven’t bought a fake Fendi but there’s no harm in looking. Anyway, eBay has made it difficult to find fakes and you have to root about but they are there if you look hard enough. But instead of lusting over the old, there’s a new side to eBay housing many more talents than Karl Lagerfeld.

I find eBay a great place for budding jewellery designers and have scored some individual pieces I treasure and relish in the fact that I’m the only person who owns them and I received lovely thank you notes encased inside the packaging. A fantastic marketing ploy you clever talented bitches.

Worryingly though, I stumbled upon Imogen Thomas’ eBay seller page. This woman is like a fart in the wind that doesn’t seem to blow away and needs to be dealt with. She claims to send all proceeds to charity from her sales. Why not just donate to charity rather than publicise yourself further? Who am I to judge, at least she’s using her ‘celebrity status’ to some good use.
Haters gon’ hate!

So do me a favour, in between essay writing and facebook breaks, type in ‘scrabble necklace’ or ‘custom jewellery’ and have a browse through what’s on offer. There’s no knowing what you’ll find on eBay these days. I heard someone bought one cornflake.

Interviews, interviews, interviews

So today I interviewed an energy company in Hamilton so I had to drag myself out of bed at 9am to get two trains! I shouldn't really be moaning, they chatted to me for a whole hour and the guy who I spoke to was stunning... :)
Then I went back to my old school and interviewed my old chemistry teacher on fossil fuels, then back to the land of Stirling to, "finish my essay" whereas i'm actually updating my blog.

However! Here's what I wore today :)

Blazer - River Island
Shirt dress - ASOS
Belt - River Island
Shoes - Primark

Also! Exciting news! My detachable collar arrived in the post! I've been interested in updating my accesories so I decided to treat myself to one from eBay (where else?) and I chose an amazing leather-look one!
I've noticed a lot of dresses and shirts with the peter pan collar but I didn't want to bother with buying a whole new dress when I could just update one of my own and then I noticed a few sellers on eBay making them for demand, an idea which I love. I really like the idea of a bit of fantasy in your outfit. This leather baby cost me £12 and i'm deeply attached to it already. I'm almost about to plan my outfit around it for a trip to the shops returning badly fitting clothes.





I'll be sure to show you how this new collar works with a few of my outfits although most of what I have has it's own collar these days.

Speak soon bbz x

Olly Murs

Ooft!