spot of bother.

Sooo ıt turns out my bfs laptop doesnt have a memory card reader bıt...whatever ıts called. whıch means that unfortunately ı cant show you any of the photos ı have taken so far...sucks to be you cos they were good ones lol.
Amongst the copıous amounts of amazıng food ı get made for me here ı've been sleepıng ın far too late and wanderıng around parts of ıstanbul...ı really love thıs cıty. even just walkıng around the same places agaın and agaın ı fınd more thıngs to see that ı never notıced before, lıke a really beautıful doorway or a new place to shop.
Last nıght we went and sat under a brıdge ın Eminönü that went over the rıver and drank nııııce turkısh beer and watched the sun go down behınd all the mosques that lıtter the banks amongst all the houses and shops...loved ıt!
On the way home ı wanted to try these really nıce lookıng sweet thıngs...turns out they were syrup covered batter lol possıbly the most unhealthy thıng ıve EVER eaten. Not that ı dıdnt manage to fınısh them all anyway ha.
I thınk my turkısh ıs (very slowly) ımprovıng as well whıch ıs always a good thıng when your bfs famıly dont speak a word of englısh. thıngs can only get better.

Not here agaın.

So ım ın turkey agaın for 16 days whıch probably means ı wont be updatıng thıs blog much ın the meantıme...However, ı wıll try and post pıctıres as the week goes on...ı dont know what of but ıt wıll be somethıng ınterestıng haha

Just another case of do or die

So this is the hideous Prada bag that I had to have! This was my second vintage purchase ever bought on the same day as the nightie in the previous post...needless to say it is not half as pretty but hey, its Prada and only someone who wasn't all there would leave it on the shelf...I'm not really sure what I will do with it because its small and my bags are always ridiculously big, maybe a makeup bag? Its got a cute mirror inside it with a little Prada stamp which I tried to take a picture of a few times before realising that there was no way I was going to get a picture of a mirror without actually just taking a picture of my ceiling. Seriously this uni work is messing with my capabilities...I can't wait to be free.

Also, with regards to my ailing mental health, I got a delivery from Asos today, followed by another package later on and for the life of me I couldn't think of where it might have come from...until I opened it and realised it was some underwear I ordered only two days ago. Things are getting bad when you are either A) buying so much online you lose track of your orders or B) forgetting things you did only two days ago and were waiting for...
Bring on the Easter holiday so I can get back to normal!

Goodnight sweetheart.

I bought my first vintage finds yesterday, both of which were complete flukes. I've never really been a fan of vintage (yes I heard that gasp) mainly due to the questionable smell and even more questionable stains that most of the vintage items I've come across are sporting but also due to the price some people think they can charge for what is essentially someones old cast offs...
Anyway, there is a little dark- looking shop in Leeds (opposite the Hyde Park Pub if anyone from Leeds wants to know...) called The Story of O and I used to pass it at least twice everyday on my way to uni and now I live down the road from it and even though I was so curious to go in there I never did until yesterday. I am sooo glad I did! It was like stepping into a bygone era not just walking into a trashy second hand shop...and the vintage things they had in there were so pretty and delicate or just really interesting, like for example, a gorgeous vintage lace wedding dress next to some incredibly heavy metal arm bangles from god knows where. I will definitely be heading back there soon to see what else I can find...

So yeah, I wasn't really looking for anything when I came across this dress looking all innocent amongst the very ornate evening dresses. It is so so soft and delicate I'm almost too afraid to wear it. Partly because someone before me has roughed it up a bit so some sewing is in order on my part, but nothing too major.

I also found an old prada bag with a cute little mirror attached inside...its a bit hideous but I like it, unfortunately it is quite small so maybe using it for a makeup bag will work better...I'll post about it soon anyway...

You stick your head in the sunshine...

So I've finally stopped waking up to grey skies and misery...I thought I would celebrate with a bit colour which has been seriously lacking of late.

I've been noticing a lot of checked shirts around uni recently and tbh even though I'm really not a fan, the ones I've seen have looked pretty good on the girls wearing them. This got me thinking and I realised I really can't do the boy shirt and jeans thing...or the extremely casual either. I literally feel like a man in jeans and a top that isn't ridiculously feminine. I was in such a quandary one day in Istanbul when it was freezing cold and on the advice of my better half I wore my skinny jeans and a hoodie and the ENTIRE day I really felt like I should have a beard and male genitalia. I don't know if it just me who has an inability to wear clothes like that and feel good...or am I over thinking it?

Probably.