Romans 8:28

beginning of this year, i had a really long list of things i needed, some more important than others, but necessities nonetheless

top of the list was to obtain my degree and not commit suicide/die of stress in the process..

and i did it!!i didnt kill myself, and got a 1st class honours degree I'm shocked, amazed and completely overcome with joy!God is actually really good he gives you that extra spurt of perseverance you aren't able to muster up yourself when all kinds of crazy things try to derail you(eg. losing half your dissertation a week before hand-in etc.)

AKA 

all things work together for good for those who love the Lord (lazy summary of Romans 8:28) 

AKA 

this must also mean if i just pray really hard and keep riding for Jesus I'll be able to get my dream graduation outfit...right?

Dress; RM by Roland Mouret, Pumps; Christian Louboutin, Clutch; Alexander Wang, Necklace; Wear Wolf, Ring; Alkemie+Wolf, Earrings; H! by Henry Holland

i kind of know for a fact that all this stuff in unobtainable in the space of two weeks especially when i'm working with £0.00 moneys, so I'm leaving it up to GOD to materialise all the items on my polyvore list by some miracle... failing this, i'm probably going to have to make the dress myself

And because i cannot sew/pattern-cut etc. to save my life, i'm going to be singing this little ditty(see below) for the next few weeks and keep believing...

ps. I dont know if anyone else has Colby's Clubhouse memories.. but when i was 8/9 i was OBSESSED with it and decided i was going to be a back-up dancer on the show then become a Church Minister.. (i kind of blame Beyonce for the fact i convinced myself i could sing to legitimise my tragic thirst for fame, thereby quiting my church life for a rhinestoned-hot-pants life)

pps. if you're not a Christian/religious person and you're angry you just read this i'm NOT SORRY!..muhhahahahahaha

x

Snap Crackle Flash Pop

I've recently fallen back in love with my camera in a bid to escape any prospects of brothel dwelling, hence the lack of posts, which is a little sucky of me.

But i have a few shots to show you from a shoot i did last week in my dining room whilst my mum was at work!

it's shot, styled and edited by moi so 'ave a gander..

Sophia's one of my ride or die's and has modelled for loads of people so i'm absolutely delighted she agreed to be a part of it!

ps.most of the stuff is from Asos.com and Topshop

let me know what you guys think... 

x 

Fake It Till You Make It

I had the most CRAPPY week..

spent 50% of my time telling myself 

prostitution-is-not-my-portion-in-the-name-of-Jesus

before i kind of realised that I've probably been watching Showgirls a little too much.. ya know

 just because POP refuse to answer my daily e-mails begging for an internship doesn't mean to say i'll somehow end up working as the main attraction at club Cheetah... (not to mention there isn't even a club Cheetah in London) 

anywhoo i picked myself out of my Nomi-inspired sweet dream/beautiful nightmare, shed the spandex, got myself into some work attire and out into the world of professional opportunity... 

wearing: necklace; primark / body; Topshop / belt; Primark / slacks; H&M / platforms; Office / Sack; Topshop

time to leave the spandex to the strippers.

it's only fitting that i'm embarrassingly obsessed with this song right?!

x

Resourceful Procrastination

I don't know about everyone else, but i rely on the symbiosis of my procrastination to get me through the week.. its really fulfilling when one time wasting exercise ties in with another equally time wasting manoeuvre-albeit with a very thin philosophical realisation.

Explained

--the sun came out and it was hot, very, very hot(slight exaggeration).. this made me think of sitting in a dirty bar somewhere in the tropics swallowing donuts, drinking coronas and snacking on dried prawns--

--WATCHED Death Proof because drinking beer and giving old dusty/slimy/creepy men lap dances is a DREAM of mine (minus the psychopathic tendencies and gory death)

--READ The Rum Diary because the whole book is testament to the fact that there is no such thing as a perfect-tropical-paradise-getaway-heaven-place.. no matter where you go there will ALWAYS some crazy bastard ready to ruin your life and turn you into a pile of mince.. even though i haven't been able to get myself past page 81 yet, i have a feeling Chenault might do the whole tragic-death-courtesy-of-a-kerrazzzy-man thing (crazy dude being Yeamon) 

--WORE a 70's, Tarantino-esque ensemble to really get in the spirit of things.. despite all the fatalities, i still want a shack on the beach in Bahia, a jukebox, 3 crates of Coronas, 5 pitchers of Margaritas and Caipirinhas, my girls and a crazy psychopath (Christian Bale circa American Psycho.. yes please)!

tshirt; H&M  / shorts; Beyond Retro / bag; Vintage / plimsolls; River Island

and there you have it, one day perfectly procrastinated away.. bad grammar.. i'm sorry.

ps. would anyone care to join me as i try to make this cruel summer a reality?

x