Saturday night. Sleepless once again. Disappointed but cynically not surprised.

Playing it over and over


Sometimes it feels like someone, or some powerful force keeps testing me.  Making me doubt myself and ask the question..is it me? I have felt so disappointed the past few days, I guess disappointed is the best word to describe it. I thought that this time it would be different, that it would count. I guess not. And now I'm stuck in that awful limbo of wanting to reach out and ask 'why?' but not wanting to lose my pride, and back down. I guess this too will pass and I will look back on this all and know that it was not meant to be and that my heart, oh you silly thing, tricked me into believing in something that was never actually going to be exceptional.

But at the same time I will not give up. Love exists and it can be mad and passionate and inconvenient and simple and easy and hard and sad and fun and a million other things...call me silly, or naive or a girl or pathetic or whatever you want, I will keep the faith but I will also take time now to focus on myself and learn how to be alone, do the things I love and surround myself with the people who believe in me and what I am doing. And anyone who doesn't get that...well I guess they're not who I want to be around.

Bisous.

Confessions of a Fashionista - A MUST read.

So I recently purchased Confessions of a Fashionista and..true to form when I discover an engrossing book...read the whole thing in one sitting.

Buy the book, follow the lady on twitter @FashConfessions / @TheAngelaClarke - her tweets are fun and make a change from the drivel that most of the other celebs tweet...and have a little injection of fun into your life.

Angela Clarke manages to highlight how insane the fashion industry can be and, like she does frequently in the book, raised the question for me...do I really want to be a part of this world?

But you know what, I do. Yes the models are too thin and we're not saving the world, but we can't all be life savers, the beauty of fashion is that it offers a creative escape route for those of us who still believe in fairytales and romance.

Fashion is fun and impractical but it refuses to change for anyone. It is an industry full of super-b*tches (sorry mum for kind-of swearing if you're reading this) but I adore it and with graduation and a few job applications sent off  (I feel so old) already the dream is a little closer each day...now just to finish this dissertation. EEEEEP!


Bisous.

Outfit post - Dinner with the work girlies

A couple of weeks ago my work girlies and I finally managed to organise ourselves to all get time off at the same time and went for yummy 2-4-1 burgers and cocktails at the new place on Sauchiehall Street called (very...imaginatively?!) Burger and Cocktail where the old Bier Halle was. It was tres yummy but being a Wednesday night and knowing we were just going for dinner I wanted to strike a comfortable yet pulled together chicness...hopefully I did?

Bisous.

Jacket - Vera Moda

T-shirt - All Saints

Jeans - Zara

Boots - Topshop

Watch - Marc by Marc Jacobs

Ring - Handcrafted, bought at German Market in St. Enoch's Square in Glasgow 

South Africa

As an oil brat I moved around a lot when I was growing up, every few years we moved from country to country, packing up our lives and waving goodbye to the friends we met along the way, some I have kept in touch with and others I have no idea what they are doing with their lives but regardless, no matter how many times we moved..and what I really want to talk about...South Africa was always the place that I could call home.

I was 6 weeks old when I first visited the country to be cooed over and spoilt by my maternal grandparents and my aunt, uncle and cousins and since that first visit I have been back more times than I can remember.

Setting aside it's reputation for violence (trust me, they're not kidding about the gun crime), corruption and the current spotlight through the Oscar Pistorius trial gripping the world at present, for me South Africa is my base, my roots..I mean I got the continent of Africa tattooed on me the place means so much to me.

Africa holds an enchanting and haunting pull for me, although I don't think I could live there permanently I can certainly say that a feeling of belonging and calm falls over me whenever I visit, I'm not ashamed to say either that when that plane hits the runway, finally connecting me to African soil once I again tears spring to my eyes.

Back in January I visited family in Franschoek, about an hour away from Cape Town, and was spoilt rotten with fantastic meals every night and gorgeous views all around. Below are a thousand few photos from my time there.

Bisous.

Silly, busy life...again?

Errrrm, what can I say...life's manic at the moment? What with work and uni and dissertation and uni and dissertation and work...did I mention my dissertation (?!)....life has been pretty crammed and I am really quite astounded that the last time I blogged was 5th February, almost as astounded that it'salready 23rd February...oh my goodness do I have alot to do before March 28th (dissertation hand-in) and April 19th (last ever university hand-in *gulp*) so bear with me and keep faith...once April 19th hits I will be updating my daily photo tumblr (click on ME) ummm every day and not in big batches and will be blogging a lot more...until then, I'm having a wild very tame Saturday so a few blog posts will be going up over the next little while...


Bisous.

Mushy goodness for a Tuesday

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