How to dress for work without looking like a stiff.
We have all been there, you start a new job and automatically you pair looking professional with looking like your 60 year old auntie - she's old, she must look professional... right?
Dressing smart for work, I have discovered, does not mean losing your sense of style, pairing clothes or going colour blind. All of the above can happen but also, so can the apocalypse. I am going to take you back with me to a time 4 years ago - picture a girl, desperate to travel the world, gets offered a job at a bank which hints that it may be able to help her pay for aforementioned trip, she jumps at the chance without realising her wardrobe is a miss mash of tutus and rock t - shirts (apparently not appropriate in a professional environment, who knew?) what is the next step? For me it was taking a trip to Marks and Spencer - choosing all the clothes I thought looked 'professional' (read: boring) and called it a day. I spent the next few months regretting this decision but having no funds to fritter away on work clothes, going out after work for a drink was problematic in my super sexy clothing choices.
I vowed at that moment not to succumb to this paranoia ever again, well obviously that is a little dramatic but you get my drift.
I think dressing for work involves one main task - picking clothes that make you feel confident. 'If you build it, he will come' and all that.
Wearing my pleather skirt and heeled boots to work makes me walk differently and feel more comfortable when approaching people - weird eh? Its like that feeling you get when your favourite song comes on on your iPod when your walking around, you suddenly start strutting along with a slight skip in your step.
I am going to start a series of posts based around dressing for work (actual information posts and not just complete waffle), getting work and work, work, work. If there is anything you think would be useful (not that anything I ever share will be) leave me a comment and let me know...
Top - Primark, Skirt - River Island, Lipgloss - Tanya Burr Picnic in the Park, Necklace - H&M, Boots - Vintage
Obviously I am still in post new year healthy eating mode - I deserve a pat on the back for not succumbing to the blueberry muffin section in Tescos every morn.
The completely necessary unnecessary stuff I carry around with me
This was one of those Saturdays that make all other Saturdays want to worker harder to please and shine.
This weekend started with salt & pepper chicken thighs, deep fried mac and cheese (YES, look below), cider and Wishbone in Brixton Village. Our aim was to meet, eat and then carry on to the morbidly amazing activity of exploring Highgate Cemetery.... we ended up meeting later (the call of the Saturday morning lie in was just too strong) and eating everything deep friend Wishbone had to offer before realising the last tour would be starting in Highgate as we were inhaling the last scraps of chicken...
The chicken, oh the chicken...
What is this magic? - deep fried mac and cheese? WHAT?
We decided the next best thing to a Highgate visit was to walk, a lot, we needed to make room for more cake and more cider. We took off strolling along the Thames and I'm amazed by how I seem to forget I live in London - as I'm nearing the river it hits me... 'I live in London now, look at me walking along the Thames'
I roped Laura into playing outfit photographer as I pranced around concrete blocks, she fortunately agrees with the 'outfit photograph' concept.
The day looks suspiciously warmer than it is, but it's not raining so I'm not complaining. That should be the new motto for England 'if it's not raining, don't be complaining'.... or maybe not, whatever. We seemed to walk for miles only stopping for coffee, cake and gazes out over London...
Somerset House seemed like the obvious finish line and we crossed it with fervour at the prospect of a free exhibit and lets face it, a toilet. The Thames has many things but a nice, clean public toilet it does not. After a pre-pub rush to Topshop our day had drawn to a close.
Anyone have the BEST idea for a perfect Saturday? Fess up, I need them.
Coat & Top - Topshop, Scarf - Harry Potter World (Gryffindor of course), Boots - Vintage, Dress - H&M
I managed to live in London almost seven months without visiting the Harry Potter Studio Tour, as a die hard Potter fan that's pretty disgraceful. The constantly sold out tickets didn't help exactly BUT we finally went and it was magical... obviously (and yes the use of 'magical' was most definitely necessary)
Walking through the doors of the great hall into the world of Harry Potter was excitable shake inducing. The aspect of the tour I enjoyed most was being able to see the crazy amount of detail that went into every inch of the films. I would have loved to have been the designer creating the spell books that lined the classrooms, the portraits of the past headmasters hanging in Dumbledores office were literally incredible!
I rode a broom!!! Although being the only person over three foot high in the queue was eye opening... butterbeer wasn't the taste explosion I was hoping for but I feel part of the Harry Potter club for drinking it.
I sometimes wish there was somewhere in the universe where Harry Potter actually existed, although if it did I would be devastated not to be one of the 'chosen ones' being a muggle in that world just doesn't cut it.
This may be the geekiest post but who cares, go to Harry Potter world - ride a broom and have a bloody good time kids.
Wearing pretty much all Topshop... Boots - Dune, Bag - Debenhams
Tapestries created especially for the films, Grayson Perry eat your heart out.
Lazy Sundays are not always easy to make happen, but when you do.... utter bliss ensues. This particular lazy Sunday involved waking up when I wanted (alarms are banned), throwing on comfy clothes, putting on a smidgen of make up to take the edge off and heading out for brunch with a lovely person.
You would be forgiven for thinking we went to some fab new brunch destination when looking at the mouthwateringly good breakfast below, but no we went to a Weatherspoon's, A WEATHERSPOON'S in Camberwell called the 'Fox on the Hill'. The breakfast was £3.90 and the coffee was 70p plus free refills. Its not the classiest joint going but the cheapness and overall tastiness overruled.
We sat in the pub for hours eating, drinking far too many coffees and chatting about everything in the world ever. I then proceeded with my lazy day by following up brunch with a nap, a sunday roast and bed. Monday came around far too quickly as it always does but man, Sunday was good.
Coat - H&M, Scarf, Shoes & Blouse - Vintage, Skirt - River Island
The long hair is still kicking around, we are almost back on track lads.
When the days are cold and the streets are littered with puddles, taking a trip to suburbia feels rather necessary. We exchanged a day of culture (we were meant to be gallerying it, the rain destroyed motivation for city life) for a day of eating.
I like the feeling of waking up to an adventure - it always makes me want to dress up, plus this pleather skirt really was looking for someone nice to show off. I never particularly follow trends in the typical sense but I have always had a huge soft spot for tartan 'plaid', theres some Scottish in me somewhere that craves that 'Braveheart' feeling.... finding tartan in a charity shop is even more exciting - thrifting & tartan all in one lovely bundle.
We schlepped down to East Dulwich to devour coffee and cake, in a coffee shop that served 'babyccinos'. Not sure I understand the logic of spending £1.50 on a minute cup of foam but you know, these toddlers do need there hit of coffee shop magic. As soon as I step over the East Dulwich threshold get hit by a sudden urge to buy overpriced vegetables and a dog, this feeling is always a welcome one. As always a trip to the toy museum in East Dulwich was firmly on the cards, we arrived with the excitement of three year olds at the thought of turning a handle, making the toys come to life - that was until the realisation that it was gone hit us. Such a hard blow, one we couldn't recover from. We left a two hour gap before feeling it was acceptable to head to the next eatery on the list, swapping coffee for pints. Walking home seemed to justify the day.
By the time you receive this blogpost, I will be 27 - please leave your condolences below....
I understand that the Shoreditch effect is pushing up prices and creating hipsters with no place to go along the way, but Shoreditch will still be the original - where hipsters were born wearing skinny jeans from the womb. The Telegraph's article (Shoreditchification) is a rather interesting read, whether you agree fully, not at all or half way.
I created this map for a Christmas stall we had at Brewdog on Bethnal Green Road. I always find myself drawn in by illustrated maps so I thought I would set myself the challenge to illustrate hipster heaven. I mean Sundays just wouldn't be the same if a visit to Columbia Road market wasn't an option.