A change in season always feels like I need to change up my wardrobe. However, being a student I can’t exactly afford new clothes every single time the sun decides to show itself. Plus – despite the fact it’s the beginning of May already – the sun is noticeably absent, meaning half the clothes I want to start wearing aren’t really appropriate.
So there I was, continuing happily along in my un-woke, body positive feminist sphere. I was retweeting things about Topshop’s disgraceful lack of anything above a size 18 in their high street shops, calling out magazine’s for their continued use of Caucasian-only models; firmly cementing by belief that “larger women/disabled women/transwomen/women of colour are pretty too!” (whilst still checking my white, cis, slim, able-bodied privilege of course).
But then I came across this article and the below poem by my main bae Rupi in quick succession and suddenly I wasn’t identifying with my body positive sphere anymore. The realisation that I can look at a woman who is a mother, wife, traveler, businessperson, gym-goer and general life-doer, yet the first thing that would jump to mind when I thought of her was how she looked, baffled me.
For a long time now I’ve being trying to perfect the art of layering one jumper over the other, but now with the rise of the adorable flute sleeves/jumper combination, I decided that I should probably just go for it and hope for the best.
I wish that I could say that I came up with this outfit idea after looking in my wardrobe and getting a wave of inspiration because I’m just so #stylish, but it actually came about because I was freezing in my poorly-heated student house and just decided to whack one jumper on over another.
PSA: This “review” isn’t going to do this book justice.
The friend who recommended Milk and Honey to me (who’s review of it you can read here) and I sat around one night discussing how we weren’t sure how to talk about Rupi Kaur’s poetry on our blogs. We both knew we wanted to review it – we just didn’t know how, because anything we wrote about it wouldn’t be written the way we wanted it to be.
A couple of weeks ago I took part in two weeks’ work experience at a publishing company near my university. I had so much fun learning what each department does and although two weeks was better than one week would have been – it caused a lot of problems vis-a-vis my outfit planning. How on earth was I supposed to look sick af when I only had 3 work experience outfits in my wardrobe? Disaster – but luckily I managed it.
So for anyone with the same problem – here’s how to style yourself for a whole week without reverting back to a waitress-inspired, black on black style.
feDespite the fact that I hate how listicles are everywhere nowadays, I didn’t really know how else to write this post. I didn’t want to do a long rambly one where people would lose interest halfway through – plus I have a tendency to get preachy – so I shut myself up by condensing it into 16 bullet points.
On the 21st of December I went to Bruges for two days. I live in Hull, and the port here does trips to and from Amsterdam and Bruges for around £80 – so my boyfriend and I decided to treat ourselves to a mini trip away after we finished all our university assignments just before Christmas.