Some people call it hoarding. I like to think of it as collecting- in an extreme way. It isn’t as if I’ve saved every newspaper and broken appliance I’ve found since moving to London. I...
The days following my mini (maybe not actually as mini as I would like to admit) freak out session resulting from a wedding invitation, were…dark. I spent a good portion of my time alone,...
Hoarding and Comfortable Shoes1
Evening Gowns and An Unexpecte...2
Leaving Modeling for Her Faith3
When I first moved to London, I really thought that London was one big city. In reality, it’s anything but. London is a like a nation, full of villages that are inherently different from one another in many charming ways. Each area of the city will bring with it contrasting experiences, because each part is so different.
It’s for that reason that many Londoners refer to the various areas of London as East, West, North, and South. East and West London are most commonly referred to, and are polar opposites in style, charm, and experience.Read More
Some people call it hoarding.
I like to think of it as collecting- in an extreme way. It isn’t as if I’ve saved every newspaper and broken appliance I’ve found since moving to London. I simply like to keep the clothing I buy, whether I’m actually going to wear it or not.Read More
So you all know I’ve sworn off men. I’m not looking for a serious relationship, or even a casual one, at all. It only leads to heartache and embarrassment (see Oyster Card incident.)
What made me come to this conclusion? There were a number of factors that went into my decision. It isn’t that all men are jerks. Well, they are. But that’s not the only reason. I’ve come to realise that going from one relationship to the next is not only stressful, but it isn’t good for me. I need to be alone, and that’s okay.Read More
When I first began talking about moving to London to pursue my dream of fashion, my family and friends weren’t overly excited. Sure, they tried to support me, but they would sneak little remarks into the conversation, as if they were hoping to turn me against the idea. Some of the most popular ones were about how far away it was, and that I’d miss those I loved too much and become homesick. One of my personal favourites, however, was when my friend Angie first learned of my impending travel plans.
“You’re moving to London? It rains there. Like all the time. You’ll be so totally bored.” Yes, you can go ahead and picture her as that quirky, not-all-there teenage cheerleader, bobbing her head as she said “totally.” That’s exactly who she was. Because of her obvious shortcomings, I just smiled and ignored her prophecy.Read More
I love living in London. Right now, my life is absolutely perfect. I’m not worried about romance, I am working at my dream job, and I get to wake up to this city every day. And I know I’m not the only one who loves it. For years, American’s have had a obsession with everything British.
Why? I’ll tell you.Read More