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Christmas In London

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Firstly, I apologise for such a late entry. Over the festive season, I didn’t get a chance to write and for the past two weeks I’ve been on the road/sick, so here’s a few entries I’ve been meaning to type up. Enjoy!

“It will be lonely this Christmas…”

The song that echoed throughout my mind with the festive season rapidly approaching. Personally, Christmas is the epitome of family. Each year, I’d be woken up at the crack of dawn by my brother and sister and practically carried up the stairs whilst still half asleep to find the lounge room dotted with beautifully wrapped gifts. Obviously as a child, Christmas means Santa and presents. And over time, when you slowly figure things out, you realize just how lucky you are to be sitting there surrounded by people who love and adore you.

However, this year was very different, with my biggest concern being that there would be no afternoon dip down at the beach, prawns, mangoes, or sweet summer dresses. No, the biggest thing was not being able to hug my family on Christmas day and tell them how much I love them. And yes I know how incredibly cheesy it seems, but you really don’t realize just how lucky you are until you’re in a situation where you don’t have it.
Thankfully, my house, little old Clarendon 9, has become my home and my housemates, my family. Twisted, unconventional, dysfunctional but when we need eachother, we’re there. And I couldn’t have asked to spend Christmas with more wonderful people.

Our London Christmas was complete with a little Christmas tree with lights and tinsel, Michael Buble’s Christmas album, a magnificent feast and secret santa. There was enough food to feed an entire army. We popped all of our Christmas crackers, put on our colourful hats, read our horrible jokes and handed out presents. And what is a secret santa without the ultimate gag present… a dildo. And that dildo went on to feature in every photo for the rest of the day. We keep it classy at Clarendon.

We danced, ate and drank the night away. Even though I didn’t spend Christmas with my family in Australia, I honestly couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas with my own little London family. I had many mixed feelings over the festive season. My year is coming to an end, yet it’s just the beginning of so many new adventures. It also got me thinking about where I’ll be next Christmas, or the year after. I guess these questions can’t be answered now because as I’m well aware, so much can change over the course of a year. All I can hope for is that I’ll be with people who love and care about eachother, we eat a little too much food and drink a little too much red wine and we just have a lovely day.

Merry Christmas

Xxx

A

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The Devil Wears Prada

Londons Fashion Scene

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You can never be overdressed or overeducated - OSCAR WILDE

The world of fashion once seemed a foreign, unobtainable way of life for me.
Where I’m from back home, as long as you’ve got some trust denim shorts, a coloured singlet (cami) and haviannas, then youre set.
The first few months being abroad, I lived in my jeans and tshirt, don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love this combination, but luck and fate had something in store for me. To learn to become a true London fashionista.

After landing a job at Oasis, a UK female clothing store selling feminine, classy and beautiful clothes (I could only try to compare it to the likes of Forever New or Dotti in Australia). With a nice little staff discount, I had room to explore the many chains of the store and immerse myself in the latest trends.

Don’t get me wrong, I will admit there were some rather questionable items I mixed and matched, but hey, you have to make mistakes right?

I know it just seems like ‘oh, she got a job in a clothes shop,’ but it really is so much more than that. Discovering your own body type and working with colours, fabrics and styles that will flatter your body shape is a skill that many people don’t acknowledge. Or even how customers open up to you in the fitting rooms, asking for your genuine opinion as well as a fashionable one. I’ve seen ladies nearly burst into tears because a dress won’t fit them and to be honest, it’s at these moment they’re most vulnerable. You not only have to do your job, but kind of be a friend.

One of the most helpful people in our team was our helpful stylist. She is so good at looking at someone’s skin tone, hair colour, body shape, personality, and finding the perfect outfit that will compliment them. I’m no expert in styling, but I’ve definitely progressed significantly. A memorable moment was when a lady was looking for an occasionwear dress and I picked some that she initially turned her nose up at, however, once she tried them on, she was thrilled with how her breasts looked bigger, her hips looked smaller and her legs looked longer. There’s something very satisfying about recommending an outfit and they love it. Because afterall, style is a very personal thing which represents your personality and lifestyle. And that’s what I love about it.

I absolutely love English fashion. It’s so classy, elegant, a bit preppy or alternative but overall its ‘gorgeous darling.’ The great thing about living in such a big city is the diversity and with that comes incredible trends and fashion. You can never be overdressed because all in one common area, the tube, because people are going everywhere, job interviews, the races, work, weddings, concerts, dates and travelling. It takes something quite absurd to make you look twice.

With London becoming very cold over December, the most important fashion item is the all important winter coat. People are faced with the dilemma of choosing between colour, warmth, fashion, length, practicality or price. To be honest, I’m happy for my (minimal) savings that I won’t be staying in London for years on end because I would be too tempted to buy all the beautiful coats that we received in stock. Although I did purchase a lovely tan, short, military coat and gorgeous leather jacket. Despite the thought that it’s ‘boring, drab or dull’ you really cannot go wrong with a nice black or navy coat. The colours of winter this season, burgundy and a deep green, look lovely with these block colours.
Although I’ve immersed myself in the London fashion scene, I still like to think that I’ve got that bit of Ozzy beach babe style. I’m looking forward to bringing a bit of an English class into my wardrobe with all the beautiful clothes I now own.
After now finishing up with my job, I can reminisce on all the great times I’ve had at work with the amazing team I worked with. I couldn’t have asked for a more supporting, accepting and friendly environment and I’ve made friendships that I’m sure will persevere the Pacific Ocean.

Xxx
A

Posted by missadelaide 14:24 Archived in United Kingdom Tagged london winter beach australia fashion love colours style expensive hair boots fabrics expression dresses coats trends babe Comments (0)

All These Little Things

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Somehow, it's all the little things that can influence your life in the greatest way.
They may not be ground breaking or completely radical... but this beautiful little moment I experienced this week, is definitely blog worthy, warmed my heart and in a way, you could almost say mind opening.

So, I was at work, when my favourite customer in the world, a 10 year old boy along with his mum, walk through the door.
His mother smiles and walks to the racks of clothes whilst Buddy, waves and comes straight towards me.
He's dressed in his school blazer with his violin slung across his shoulder.
I say the usual, 'Hey Buddy, how's it going? How's school/football/violin? Are you looking forward to Christmas?
We talk as he walks around in circles feeling the textures of different clothes.
Today, he just didn't seem himself.
I asked him what was up.
He responded with a typical child's answer, 'I HATE MY MOTHER.'
He told me his story (he was misbehaving so she took his gameboy off of him) and I listened intently.
Being the polite young man he is, he changed the topic and asked me how I was.
I broke him the news that I would soon be leaving work and heading back to Australia.
And his reaction captured the pure essence of being a child that I absolutely love.
'Ah, but Australia is so far away! Why do you need to go home?'
I told Buddy that like him, I had family and friends that care about me very much at home, and that it was time for me to go back.
'But that's.... a million miles away!'
I smiled at the thought.
I told him that my family makes me upset sometimes, but they're always just trying to do what's right for me because they love me.
His mother was finished shopping and returned, announcing it was time to go home.
Buddy then suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist and began crying.
I was overcome by emotion.
I couldn't believe how much trust and compassion this boy had towards me, someone he barely knows.
I hugged him back fighting tears.
His darling mother then said, 'baby, I'll bring you back in next week so we can say goodbye, ok?' He reluctantly agreed, took his mothers hand and together they left, both of them smiling at me.
I turned to my colleagues who had seen the whole thing and I went out the back to compose myself.

This beautiful little moment touched my heart and made me think about the pure beauty, innocence and compassion that children possess, something we could all learn from the little ones in our lives.
Children live with such honesty which I think if we adapted just slightly, we'd all be much happier people.
This little boy will probably never know of the gift he has given me, a genuine insight to a child's mind and love from a child, but I hope to carry his legacy with me.
I hope I see them this week so I can say, au revoir, and wish him the very best of luck for his future and to remind him to treasure all the little things, because that's what makes life so beautiful.

xxx
A

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The Ye Old Pub

The Watering Hole

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The local pub.
The watering hole that supports all forms of life.
The old wise elephants, the cackling hyenas, the elegant gazelles and the sly tigers, fuelling up on the comforting bubbles of beer, wine and more booze and unwinding the weeks stresses.

As my friend and I sit at a candlelit table, sipping on our drinks, scoping the area, reminiscing on the previous sessions we’d had in the pub.
Funky jazz music played from the middle-aged DJ, and people awkwardly flung their limbs around on the dancefloor.
There was ‘the weird’ group. An old, hippy, apparently a barrister, cat lady who was handing out life lessons left, right and centre. The guy that said what his name was and then awkwardly stared at his feet. The guy that was overfriendly and kept breaking out in song and dance, and the guy who looked as though he’d killed someone in his life.
And of course, the weird group always has a way of interacting with you, and you, being the polite young lady you are, have to endure all their strange conversations whilst you’re slowly backed into a corner with no means of escape.

Luckily, the majestical bathroom was calling our names, and our escape route was clear. When out drinking, your bladder fails to work and you’re constantly making your way to the bathroom, which gradually becomes more disgusting as time passes, however, you learn to treasure this bathroom. You can escape from the weird group, reapply your lip stick and catch up on the gossip with your girls.

Behind the bar, where the golden fluid flows, there’s always a cute bar tender that you always secretly hope serves you. Ours always wears a flannelette shirt and converse and always cracks a joke making you feel special, making you always want to come back to the bar. Everyone needs a little eye candy right?

Down at the waterhole, there’s ALWAYS, the creep. The one man who you must avoid at all cost! And the one at our pub, is the most hilarious of them all.
He sits at a table half way between the entrance and the bar so he has an undisrupted view of the arena. He sips on his beer and leans back in his chair, his flamboyant shirt, 5 o’clock shadow and crooked smile, checking out all the new talent that walks into the room.
Now, each creep has their signature move, and his was… the eyebrows. He would sit back and raise his eyebrows everytime you accidentally make eye contact, you would cringe, then turn and laugh with your friends.

And then, there’s the hottest guy in the bar. You know every other girl has her green eyes on him, but you secretly hope he notices you above the rest. His blue eyes make contact with yours and your heart melts. He runs his fingers through his hair and your cheeks flush.
And tonight was ‘the night that was meant to be’ and we engaged in conversation with him. Totally played it cool of course.

We kept drinking, talking, dancing, avoiding, hoping, until we were fully recharged for the weekend, it was time to head home. We awkwardly smiled at the weird group, waved goodbye to the bar tender, avoided eye contact with the creep, kissed the hot guy goodbye and we were on our way.

It’s funny how the pub can bring people together. You go there to catch up with your friends to tell them about your crazy adventures… but little do you know, when you walk into the pub, you embark on a completely different adventure, that you will always have stories that you continue to share over all of your future pub endeavours.

xxx
A

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The Ye Old Pub

The Watering Hole

overcast 10 °C

The local pub.
The watering hole that supports all forms of life.
The old wise elephants, the cackling hyenas, the elegant gazelles and the sly tigers, fuelling up on the comforting bubbles of beer, wine and more booze and unwinding the weeks stresses.

As my friend and I sit at a candlelit table, sipping on our drinks, scoping the area, reminiscing on the previous sessions we’d had in the pub.
Funky jazz music played from the middle-aged DJ, and people awkwardly flung their limbs around on the dancefloor.
There was ‘the weird’ group. An old, hippy, apparently a barrister, cat lady who was handing out life lessons left, right and centre. The guy that said what his name was and then awkwardly stared at his feet. The guy that was overfriendly and kept breaking out in song and dance, and the guy who looked as though he’d killed someone in his life.
And of course, the weird group always has a way of interacting with you, and you, being the polite young lady you are, have to endure all their strange conversations whilst you’re slowly backed into a corner with no means of escape.

Luckily, the majestical bathroom was calling our names, and our escape route was clear. When out drinking, your bladder fails to work and you’re constantly making your way to the bathroom, which gradually becomes more disgusting as time passes, however, you learn to treasure this bathroom. You can escape from the weird group, reapply your lip stick and catch up on the gossip with your girls.

Behind the bar, where the golden fluid flows, there’s always a cute bar tender that you always secretly hope serves you. Ours always wears a flannelette shirt and converse and always cracks a joke making you feel special, making you always want to come back to the bar. Everyone needs a little eye candy right?

Down at the waterhole, there’s ALWAYS, the creep. The one man who you must avoid at all cost! And the one at our pub, is the most hilarious of them all.
He sits at a table half way between the entrance and the bar so he has an undisrupted view of the arena. He sips on his beer and leans back in his chair, his flamboyant shirt, 5 o’clock shadow and crooked smile, checking out all the new talent that walks into the room.
Now, each creep has their signature move, and his was… the eyebrows. He would sit back and raise his eyebrows everytime you accidentally make eye contact, you would cringe, then turn and laugh with your friends.

And then, there’s the hottest guy in the bar. You know every other girl has her green eyes on him, but you secretly hope he notices you above the rest. His blue eyes make contact with yours and your heart melts. He runs his fingers through his hair and your cheeks flush.
And tonight was ‘the night that was meant to be’ and we engaged in conversation with him. Totally played it cool of course.

We kept drinking, talking, dancing, avoiding, hoping, until we were fully recharged for the weekend, it was time to head home. We awkwardly smiled at the weird group, waved goodbye to the bar tender, avoided eye contact with the creep, kissed the hot guy goodbye and we were on our way.

It’s funny how the pub can bring people together. You go there to catch up with your friends to tell them about your crazy adventures… but little do you know, when you walk into the pub, you embark on a completely different adventure, that you will always have stories that you continue to share over all of your future pub endeavours.

xxx
A

Posted by missadelaide 09:54 Archived in United Kingdom Tagged beer pub friends love adventures drinks yay hilarious redlion creeps hotties Comments (0)

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