As promised, though slightly later than intended, this is the birthday blog.
If you've been paying attention to my blogs of late, then you'll know that on Wednesday, I turned 18, a much awaited milestone that I'm still coming to terms with... (I mean, Jesus, I'm gonna be 20 this time in 2011... scary!)
Being 18 does have many great advantages though. It meant I could talk (read: manipulate) my boyfriend into buying me a ring and my parents (willingly) bought me a bracelet:
I'm in love with them both. They're white gold with cubic zirconia set in them, and my, aren't they wonderful? I'm also most chuffed that they match incredibly well. That said it could have something to do with the fact I was very specific about the style of jewellery I like.
I have just realised how poor this photograph is. Not only because it makes me look like I have sausage fingers, but also it cheapens the shade of my nail varnish colour. In reality, the colour is actually a deep red, and rather lovely compared to the bright red that it appears to be here. Ahh well.
As one of my other presents from my parents, I also got The Sartorialist book, which I've been lusting after for a while now, but have been far too lazy to buy for myself (also, I was low on suggestions for birthday pressies, so shoved that on the list). I haven't had masses of time to flick through it (spent most of my week working) but finally got a chance today to continue from where I had got to on Wednesday. I took a couple of pictures of some of the pages that are jumping out at me today...
I think this lower picture just screams appeal to my inner punk that I fail to release. I'm not sure what it is about the top picture that I like so much. Perhaps how he manages to look so classy having a cigarette and riding a bike - something that even separately, a lot people look like twats doing... but together it just seems natural for him.
Not a lot else to say now. Still nursing a bit of a headache that I am adamant is not from drinking last night - I'm just dehydrated. I am certainly enjoying being 18 though, as it means I can happily go and have a drink and not feel worried I'm going to get caught. I'd like to think this new found freedom is showing through slightly in the way I dress when I'm off duty from whatever job I am doing.
Speaking of work though, I should probably finish this blog off for now as I have to try and get the bright red nail varnish off before work tomorrow. This coming week I'm covering lunches at L.K.Bennett which means I have a week of lusting after their lace pieces and the pull on boots that I adore. It's a hard life being a temp!
Being 18 does have many great advantages though. It meant I could talk (read: manipulate) my boyfriend into buying me a ring and my parents (willingly) bought me a bracelet:
I'm in love with them both. They're white gold with cubic zirconia set in them, and my, aren't they wonderful? I'm also most chuffed that they match incredibly well. That said it could have something to do with the fact I was very specific about the style of jewellery I like.I have just realised how poor this photograph is. Not only because it makes me look like I have sausage fingers, but also it cheapens the shade of my nail varnish colour. In reality, the colour is actually a deep red, and rather lovely compared to the bright red that it appears to be here. Ahh well.
As one of my other presents from my parents, I also got The Sartorialist book, which I've been lusting after for a while now, but have been far too lazy to buy for myself (also, I was low on suggestions for birthday pressies, so shoved that on the list). I haven't had masses of time to flick through it (spent most of my week working) but finally got a chance today to continue from where I had got to on Wednesday. I took a couple of pictures of some of the pages that are jumping out at me today...
I think this lower picture just screams appeal to my inner punk that I fail to release. I'm not sure what it is about the top picture that I like so much. Perhaps how he manages to look so classy having a cigarette and riding a bike - something that even separately, a lot people look like twats doing... but together it just seems natural for him.Not a lot else to say now. Still nursing a bit of a headache that I am adamant is not from drinking last night - I'm just dehydrated. I am certainly enjoying being 18 though, as it means I can happily go and have a drink and not feel worried I'm going to get caught. I'd like to think this new found freedom is showing through slightly in the way I dress when I'm off duty from whatever job I am doing.
Speaking of work though, I should probably finish this blog off for now as I have to try and get the bright red nail varnish off before work tomorrow. This coming week I'm covering lunches at L.K.Bennett which means I have a week of lusting after their lace pieces and the pull on boots that I adore. It's a hard life being a temp!
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