Beginning with a sinning

Creating a blog, becoming a domestic goddess and actually acting a little pro-active...what HAS uni life done to me.

Off course the blog in almost compulsory due to my fashion journalism course and the domestic goddess merely refers to me washing a few pots but the pro-activeness has sprouted from my new attitude towards working hard and doing well.

Granted I have merely fiddled around with a few Topshop paper bags and some newspaper cut outs from London’s freebee newspapers, but I have created a pleasant wall hanging to cover up a couple of inches of my prison cell room and have also allocated a place in which I can keep and view any newspaper article, image or headline that has caught my eye. Oh how my father would be proud; he’s not dead or anything...I’m just too wrapped up in my new found creativeness to pick up the phone, plus it means I may have to confess to the £170 I spent on a pair of shoes yesterday.

It started with my first trip to Oxford street Topshop since the move down south...I was doing so well to begin with. Having previously paid off my £250 bill to them whilst spending a little in store, I decided to pick up only a few jewellery items and merely glide past the clothes; the whole 2 floors of clothes. I returned the £70 shoes I had bought two days earlier and was feeling particularly proud and angelic when I felt the presence of a singular, heeled shoe that brought goose bumps to my toes. Kurt Geiger’s; tan, leather, studded and so comfy...oops must have tried them on then without even noticing. There must of been a deal on or something because with the shoes came a rather good looking, male sales assistant just observing in admiration. And then it arrived, the one thing I,  and many girls dread; the eyebrow lift. The facial expression from the sales assistant that says, ‘I don’t know why she’s even bothering trying them on, she’ll never buy them, far too expensive taste for her.’ And then, even before that oh so perfect eyebrow had chance to caterpillar its way back to form, I’d made a run to the till.

So the last two days have made me realise 3 things...

1.       Being pro-active has given me a rather ironic source of energy

2.       I must someday learn to ignore the ‘upper class’ sales assistants

3.       I need my student loan to come through