Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?

Finally we are blessed with snow. I am #lovingit. But also please sTOP SINGING FROZEN SONGS.

We didn't enjoy college and abandoned it at lunch. Far too rebellious. Having been soaked to death and taken multiple snowballs to the face (thanks Hannah) I wasn't really in the mood and stupidly I sat by the window watching people murder each other with balls of ice. 

Polly ventured into the garden. She was not impressed. Snow is not ~her shout~ as it were. 

You'd be truly surprised at how many teenage boys want duck wellies. Juju wellies are much better than the grim 90s jelly shoe things.

Mother Murphy and I ventured to the water park after posting some stuff. I am selling everything on ebay it's so exciting and you can't stop me. We went to feed the ducks and other bird types but we only had biscuits. I hit a swan in the face with a hobnob. It nearly killed me.

Fun fact: swans don't have teeth, they have serrated tongues. They are literally walking knives.

This goose (officially named Simon) obviously enjoyed the biscuits. I am slightly terrified of swarms of geese after several experiences of gang violence but some of them are so cute, even when they are biting your hands/bum/clothes/bag etc. I would like many as pets and I would walk them every day with my goat and alpaca that I will get and grandma cannot stop me.

I managed an excessive number of photos of my beautiful baby who is evil and won't normally let you take pictures of her. Being black, she doesn't always photograph well and apparently cats are being abandoned for this reason? Horrible. Anyone who buys into the myth that black cats don't have distinctive faces have never spent an afternoon with my bae.

 They are wrong

So very wrong.

I have a terrible cold but I redyed my hair so I hopefully I'll look more alive with not salmon hair tomorrow and I am no longer in pain from excessive squats. I am also no fitter, what a waste of time. 

15 Storeys High

Retro Rehab is wonderful. I very rarely (never) leave empty handed/bagged, much unlike my purse. Unfortunately one of the dresses has pearl buttons which are evil and inexplicably too small for the button holes which means I will have to go to the extreme effort of sewing on new buttons. I found one button I like. Obviously just one, not the required six. The adventure continues.

 The last week has involved lots of socialising so that's that done for another few months. On Monday I went out with Mia the babe who I haven't seen for at least a million years. We accidentally matched.


Mia is great and she has a nice kitten.

I came home with belated birthday presents, all charity shopped and I am very excited and very spoilt. I also attempted to go outside to the pub with Hannah. We had a nice wild night of camping by the juke box in an old man pub planned but it ended abruptly when I definitely had food poisoning and definitely hadn't eaten too much and made myself sick on garlic bread and we sat at a bus stop drinking ciderfor the second time this week. At least it was after 11:30 this time.

What a clearly very flattering ussie.

 Instead of doing studying and that for mocks I went to the museum. It's like benevolent procrastination, like not doing work but also being a proper human being outside and helping people and looking important in a red shirt. Everyone should totally go to IWM North because it's fab.

I made my first ebay sale which is very exciting. I am offically a ~5 star seller~ and it's all very fun. Fun and games until I've accidentally sold my family in a fit of overzealous listing. Mo' money mo' dresses though.

 Today was horrible and I definitely nearly died in a horrific bus crash that was karma for laughing at a swearing pensioner who was cut off from a funeral procession by a bus and white van. Serves me right. I did a lot of public crying which I am not all that pleased about but I hope to milk this for sympathy (that is not coming from my mother) On a brighter note I discovered that Sean Lock made a sitcom so silver linings and whatnot.

Ahoy Sailor

I've been really surprised to find a whole 38 people have looked at my blog so far. I feel like I've achieved something, go me. 2015 is going to be hopefully pretty good, I have high hopes. We've got another visit to London planned for Febuary, Poland in March, Australia in June, (hopefully) Uni in September, although I refuse to move out for that; why bother when I can live rent free and get breakfast in bed every morning from my personal butler/grandad? And having spent a small fortune on gig tickets, there's always something to look forward to. Here's to having a better year. I still haven't celebrated the new year yet, I'll wait for Chinese new year. My wardrobe has done very well this week, as has the local economy. The local charity shops have been a bit dire in the last 12 months or so but I've had a burst of luck. Perseverance pays off.

Here's the amazing sailor dress I've lusted after my entire life. I'm very happy.

I'm having second thoughts about the blue sleeveless thing but I will inevitably hoard it forever until I die. The hand knitted cardigan is pretty fab as well, just as I'd given up hope on finding a decently warm cardigan ever again.

These glorious docs are brand new but heavily reduced by the lovely people at Schuh and whoever gave me a £40 voucher for my birthday. The dress isn't vintage but it's beautiful and I don't care and you can never own too many swatch watches, this is a scientific fact. The weather is displeasing me with its low effort snow. I want to be snowed in so I don't have to do the mocks I've definitely worked very hard for. You have a day, do not disappoint me. And on a final note, my big mouth and opinions regularly get me in trouble. Recently it's for daring to stand up against nationalist, racist, disgusting people spouting hatred and claiming free speech. Here's my message.

Here I am doing my first official blog post. Let's hope I look back on my life in 100 years from my vintage space suit and laugh about how witty and wonderful I was. Probably. I'm not feeling the return to college. Yes, I had an extra week but it was spent dying and lounging like a consumptive and crying so nothing productive was done. I'm pretending/praying all work will have been forgotten about. I'm still semi deaf so I didn't hear. Now I will jump on the revision train for mocks next week. I do not have high hopes. Yesterday was grandad's birthday and I baked a cake. Springform cake pans are the work of Jesus and I will not be convinced otherwise.

The cake is not beautiful but it is glittery and delicious and that is all that matters if we're being honest. It was quite a spendy week. Charity shops are becoming unreliable but I managed 3 books. I also managed a handful of dresses, one of which is so glorious (and embarrassing to everyone I love) that it deserves it's own post. As usual Vintage Village was amazing and I feel I exercised restraint.

The 60s brush set in original box is far too pretty to take out and let loose into my room but I'll find somewhere. I am in love with this Kinky Melon hat, modelled professionally at the bus stop here ft. mysterious disappearing top lip

And finally I got a piece of Fornasetti. It's a vintage swatch watch but it still definitely counts. It's not quite a £400 candle from Harrods but it's near enough. I've decided I can definitely make my own pieces through the medium of decoupage after storming out of Harrods in horror, cursing the capitalists and frankly quite disgusted by women in the toilets needing the attendant to flush and wash their hands for them. I did take advantage of toilet perfume though, that was quite fancy.

Hello

2015's diary keeping resolution has already been abandoned so I've decided to start a blog. I'm very good at complaining on the internet through various platforms so I'll try this. Even if no one ever looks at this, I'll be able to look back on my ~exciting life~

I'm a vintage obsessed history nerd/cat lady who rarely leaves the house of my own accord, let's see how crazy my life can get.

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