While brooding over the questions if a) I'm too old to start a knitting empire and b) I've exceeded my expiry date on the internet (the fact that I'm getting slightly bored of seeing my face on the www seems quite a strong indicator, accompanied by J continously whispering into my ear: 'Just close the bloody thing down.' Aye, me thinks he just craves for more attention), I'm filling out a questionnaire asking to describe my personal style - Stuck between the 70s and early 90s, maybe? Because... I'm a minimal girl, yesss! I wear my mum's old white denim skirt and styling to me means putting on a pair of shoes and a jacket (and if I'm feeling extremely experimental a piece of jewellery, but nothing too loud, god-forbid). But this will all change soon because in a few days I'm starting a Styling course at Central St Martins – and if I then still have nothing to say I might really just admit that the 'Best Before' date is over.
After cooing over it in Topshop Sarah ebayed the little camera for me. How could I ever be moody with a daughter like this?!?! blazer: moschino cheap & chic, top: 2nd hand, belt: 2nd hand, skirt: inherited from mum, bag: anya hindmarch