One Wednesday after I’d handed in my last piece of coursework, I took it upon myself to bankrupt myself. I had been wanting to head into the city centre for a little while, to spend my Topshop vouchers I got for Christmas and to buy a pair of white Vans with my left over birthday money.

I was all psyched and ready to go to the gym after my one class but I did my usual gym freak out and instead boarded the subway at Kelvinbridge and got off at St Enoch, intending to go to the People’s Palace. I think I am therefore in the clear for not going to the gym as before hitting the shops, I walked around Glasgow Green, went around the People’s Palace and then walked up the Cathedral area and had a wander around there.

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The first week of revision has almost been and passed us. I’m starting to write this on Wednesday night and shit me I’ve just realised it is 23.39 and I fully intended to go to bed tonight around the 22.30 mark as I’m going to try and make it to the library for 8.30 tomorrow. Shucks, that plan is scuppered before it has fully begun.

I’m back in Glasgow after two blissful weeks at home and I’ve had a week of pretending to revise (read: sitting in the library tapping my toes to 70s Smash Hits on Spotify or lying in my bed watching Netflix). I can’t quite believe how fast exams have snuck up on us but I can tell you I am already very excited for them to be over.

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I think the prize for sounding like a broken record the most in their life, goes to me. But seriously, this box has to be my fave. I know I say that about all of them but this one is so pretty. I love the pastel colours, pastels are really big this year and these notebooks and other bits and bobs are so atheistically pleasing.

As exams are ticking on, I’m pretty sure these notebooks will definitely see the light of day in the not too far of future. I hate revision with a passion but using beautiful stationary does make it a little bit easier.

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I don’t blog about personal melodrama all that often. I’m terrified of the response I would get, that people would hate me and go out of their way to tell me so. I read and follow so many bloggers who have shared their stories online, used their blogs as online journals, offloaded their problems and fears and dreams onto a world of online strangers who don’t know them from the next person and for the most part, they seem to be okay after doing so.

The past couple of years have been a big change from the previous 17 before them. I moved to the city. I entered higher education. I made a batch of new friends and unfortunately lost some old ones. I changed multiple times, my personality, my style, my hair colour. And it has been exhausting.

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Glasgow weather has been a little bit demented of late and as much as I want to shave my legs and stick on a summery dress, it’s a little bit difficult. This combined with my desire to get up explicitly late and end having to rush out the flat in whatever I find on my bedroom floor makes looking nice in spring kind of hard.

Spring style this year seems to be all about gingham, metallic and as always, pastels. Stripes are usually my go to thing so it feels a bit strange to be wearing less and less of them this season, although I can’t seem to detach myself from an ancient striped top from H&M.

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