My possibly too edgy for a visitation to a village filled with elders outfit. (1)

If you knew me very well, you would know that there are only two colours which I primarily wear on a day to day basis. That is black and white. Despite, the random bursts of heat which occur on random days during July, I refuse to wear anything colourful or bright (I’m a stubborn gal like). The other week me and my dad drove down south to a village in which my aunt and uncle live close to Birmingham. The area is infused with elders. Their modest skirts and white shirts made me feel somewhat underdressed though I was fully covered. I felt like a was rebelling somewhat. Like I was a punk rocker amongst a bunch of virgins (The jocks being the elderly villagers which looked disapproving of youthful fashion) However, I love fashion and I feel it is good to express your identity (Not too sound to cringe). Here is my outfit!

Outfit staffordOutfit Stafford 2

(Excuse the room in the first picture, I would proudly like to say that it was my friend’s minging room, not mine)

Top – Missguided

Pinafore – Zara (£12.99)

Tights – Tesco (£4)


My trip to Brighton

Hi all,

I’m back from my trip to Brighton! The experience was quite an emotional one as the city if full of diversity and colour, unlike my hometown in the Midlands.

Me and my Mum walked around the city centre, presuming it to be dominated by big fashion and food franchises, but it was actually the opposite. The area was cornered by quaint little alleyways mixed with local cafes and small businesses. Each shop you’d pass by would have a different personality. For example, we went into a cafe called Choccywoccydoodah, which had quite an alternative, boho flavour to its interior. This was a nice change, as my hometown is swarmed with a lot of big brands and hardly any independent businesses.

Followed by a few hours of shopping, we went to see the big Brighton Dome, an attraction many come to Brighton to see specifically. Annoyingly, I only got one snap of the building as it was difficult to get a good angle with legit lighting (You’ve gotta think about these things now we live in the 21st century). The Dome is seeded by a small little park in which we sat down to take in the chaos of the city. I envied those individuals who trotted through the city on their way to their permanent home.

The moonlight was approaching, thus we turned back to the city centre which loomed with different colours. Interestingly, the evening seemed to be when it was it’s most liveliest. We made our way to the Brighton Pier which was crowded with tourists, particularly families hurrying to get their last go on the rides. Me and my Mum came to look at the Ocean view and have a browse through the arcade. We had an attempt at the ice hockey table and went to a fortune teller who said I was going to lose a close friend! (Thanks, pal)

Anyhow, the night dawned on us, and there was music playing from all angles, more spotlights brightening up the black sky and more demographics walking around the streets with confidence. I felt extremely safe!

We went to Nandos for tea because my Mum thought it was Nachos for some reason. She left very disappointedly back to the hotel.

Though the day ended quite unfortunately for my Mum, I loved my experience there and was extremely buzzed to return. Brighton, I’ll be back soon! 😀