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Missguided Darby Platform Boots.

May 31, 2013

I wasn’t planning on doing a post today, I was meant to be focusing solely on revision – but I literally cannot help myself. This is just going to be a quick post to show you the new huge beauties that came in the post this morning: Missguided Darby Platform Boots i.e. ‘The Boots That Will Threaten Boyfriends’ Manhoods’. When I first spotted these on the gorgeous Sara Luxe‘s site from one of her outfit posts, I mistook them for Jeffrey Campbell Litas, then looked closer and noticed the difference – which perhaps controversially, I completely prefer to most JC shoes. The wooden heel is just too Ikea for me.

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After checking where they were from, and discovering they were only £36ish with free Next Day P&P from Missguided.co.uk, I had to have them. And am I glad I ordered them: they’ve snapped back to Out of Stock again now – but you can sign up to get notified of when they’re back in! P.s. You’re going to get some crazy looks if you walk around town during the day in these, people must think I’m absolutely mental but they are bizarrely really comfortable, though I did nearly go over when I started walking and texting: curse you Lancaster cobbles.

Today I teamed them with:

  • Above frilly socks – £1.99 approx on eBay.
  • Collared geometric pattern dress – River Island £15 in sale.
  • American Apparel denim skater skirt – £6.99 approx on eBay. 
  • Long chained clock pendant – £20 Urban Outfitters.

I’m definitely going to be writing up a post about the joys of eBay fashion hunting very soon, I’ve bought some really cool stuff for absolutely nothing recently. I mean – American Apparel, worn once, less than £10? Incredible.

The winner for my Little Birdie London bracelet giveaway was also announced this morning – congratulations to @lauraajarvis for winning. Now I need to rustle up some ideas for my next giveaway! Looking forward to my items from the store being delivered tomorrow, can’t wait to show you all the adorable pieces I chose, like this Lyla Statement Necklace:

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Internship at ELLE Magazine.

May 28, 2013

Today I applied for the 2013 Edited by the Interns competition on ELLEUK.com, which led me to recall that I’d never actually gotten around to doing a write-up about the week internship that I did there last October. My trip to London/Cambridge was so jam-packed crazy that I don’t even remember the couple of weeks after I returned home – I think I just did a lot of lamenting and hibernating. I managed to snag a placement from ELLE’s Market Editor Bonnie Rakhit after meeting her at a River Island x ELLE event in Manchester last summer, which you can read more about here. After a week or so of feverish email inbox refreshing, I finally got offered a week’s placement at ELLE and started planning (mentally spending) for my London visit.

London is phenomenal. I know it’s terribly, terribly cliché but I’m such a ridiculous city girl and thinking back to trips I’ve done to New York and London literally make me well up. I’m barely joking when I say that I’d chop off a limb, or lick a kitten heel to teleport back to either of them. Big cities bring out some weirdly confident Ebony, who seems to shrivel up in the dreary humdrum of Lancaster city, so I cannot wait until I escape next year and can move to the capital. Anyway, I digress. I’m fortunate enough to have a lovely aunt and uncle living near Camden who let me stay with them for the week, which was an absolute lifesaver because, dang – that city is expensive. If you find an internship but are struggling to find cheap accommodation, you should look into houseshares or hosts, with schemes like Room For Tea. 

Step 1: Buy an Oyster Card. If you’re in the same London-novice boat that I was, you’ll be sounding the ‘Oy-what?’ card somewhere about now. The Oyster card system allows you to top up a card, akin to a phone top-up, which lets you roam the city through the underground/buses/other public transport – lifesaver. Not always the best of systems when you’re running for the bus and it’s at the bottom of a bag even Mary Poppins would think you’re a twat for carrying, though. Also not helpful when you’re late out of work, trying to get your clothes packed to catch the last train back to Cambridge – and stuck in a Friday rush-hour queue to top it up, in Oxford Street station. Even that didn’t dampen my chipper Northern-bastard-in-London spirit.

Step 2: Be proficient with a map (by which, I mean a very small, inconspicuous map) or don’t bother going without a smartphone with maps. Bizarrely, I found my way to the office without a hitch on the first day, but found myself completely lost on the third morning – running around like a prat with the biggest, most tourist-y map you’ve ever seen. Unfortunately, I’d just had my iPhone stolen a couple of weeks before my trip, so I was relying on my trusty old Nokia E71, which was pants. Oh, and you might want to get friendly with the tube system too – you will probably go out and get drunk, and you will undoubtedly nearly end up in the wrong place.

Step 3: If you have a Northern accent, you have special preparatory homework before you should go to a fashion internship. I worked with quick-talking European ladies from whom ‘Dries Van Noten’ rolled off the tongue to an almost sexy degree, whereas, my confused equivalent was a more ‘Uh, ‘DREES VAN NOHHHTEN’? And I don’t even have a particularly Northern accent. You need to be damn quick with a pen and the sticky notes too – shiz moves fast in these places, with no room for mistake.

Step 4: You might have to get up close and personal with some celebrities. No, I didn’t get my staple on with One Direction or braid Taylor Swift’s hair – but, I did return underwear that Victoria Beckham had worn on a shoot for the March issue. Geddin’, if that’s what you’re into. You’re going to be doing a lot of this returning too: I literally spent the entire week, bar about an hour (accumulative running up and down to the post-room time) doing returns from shoots. If you’re a fashion-lover though – in the clutches of endless Jimmy Choos and hiding in the jewelled cavern of the fashion cupboard – you’ll stay in your element 9 – 5.

Step 5: Go to Leon. Your mouth will thank me. So will your stomach, come 4pm when you’re salivating with hunger into a Moschino clutch. Trust me, the Pret superfood salad just isn’t going to cut it.

Step 6: Open your mouth and don’t be afraid to dress how you want to. I’m going to contradict myself with this one: I wore a really outlandish but arguably awesome hipster/Japanese-y/secretary/plain-crazy ensemble one day, and got complimented on it by one of the actual writers – which I was absolutely elated about – but instead of being all ‘Oh yeah, thanks! It’s from *insert plethora of stores*’, I giggled like a schoolgirl, squeaked ‘Thanks!’ and dived back into my fashion cupboard of solitude and safety. On the other hand, I did redeem myself towards the end of the week, when one of the other interns was working on a website feature with Bonnie, and I jumped in with a suggestion for them and she loved it. I spent the rest of the evening calling up my mum/dad/best friend/cat squealing that I’d got one whole line on the site.

Nervous and over-secretaried to Hell on the first day.

Step 7: Name drop me, please? I want back there. Pronto.

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Thatcherite Power-Dressing on a Post-Thatcher Budget.

April 9, 2013

I feel the need to clarify that I, in no way, advocate or have any interest or affiliation with Thatcher’s politics but, you’ve got to hand it to the woman – her wardrobe was pretty nifty at times. And hey, there’s nothing wrong with celebrating a bit of fashion-related empowerment, right? So here’s a quick wardrobe update for us high-street store dwellers: (P.s. If I find anyone wearing these to a ‘Ding Dong, the Witch is Dead’ party, I will not be impressed)

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New Look Holiday Picks.

March 29, 2013

As I’ve mentioned here and there in my recent posts: I’m currently on holiday in Marrakech, lucky lady I am. But, if you’re a United Kingdom dweller like myself, you’ll be all too aware of the absolutely grim weather we’ve been having recently, so I had to do a last-minute high street raid for my holiday clothes – less than 24 hours before we jetted off, oops! Lately, I’ve noticed that the high street has been getting a little dull: Topshop’s gone on some bizarre and rather hideous sports-‘chic’/nerd rampage, River Island will always have a damp cloud looming above until they embrace student discount but, as is increasingly apparent these days: New Look is on the ball!

 

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The Best in 2012 Festival Fashion.

July 31, 2012

For those of you who were lucky enough to attend Latitude Festival this year, your festival times may have been and gone – but for those of us looking into the future to the likes of Green Man, Leeds/Reading, End of the Road and Beautiful Days festivals, you need look no further for your festival wardrobe. Whilst festivals, if you’re of the female variety mainly, are often a ALT-off catwalk (props to those who carry off heels/wedges in mud), they also present us with a gargantuan challenge: how the hell do I fit all this shit in a rucksack and still have room for 300 face-wipes, 10 spare lipsticks and a portable loo? The trick to this is to think of your new best friends – layers.

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Ebony. 25. Manchester.
Marketing Manager who likes to mouth off on here about stuff she cares about. Expect mental health, Borderline Personality Disorder, and reviews - from restaurants, to books, to fashion. Talks to cats more than people, but seemingly has a lot to say.
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