Further Musings on Career/Education/Being Abroad

My stress levels are maxed out once again. I’m not even sure what the real problem is right now. School is relatively easy. I’m not falling behind on my work and the work that I’m doing isn’t too challenging to me. I have friends and I’m so in love so in terms of relationships I’m doing well. I speak to my family almost every single day. I eat right. I cook (sometimes). I go grocery shopping. I started going to the gym. But somehow I’m just feeling a little bit overwhelmed. Things are going too nicely and I’m starting to worry about the future instead.

I want to get a summer internship/job organised for next year already, just because I know it’s so important to secure one early on. I’m currently a little bit too early for most regular companies (but not big established programmes like PVH) so everything I’m looking at is purely speculative. I know what kind of internships I’d like to look for and hopefully partake in, but that all comes down to someone liking me and wanting to hire me. Furthermore, everything is slightly more complicated due to the fact that I’m on a student visa and I want to do everything by the books because I’m not looking to get deported!

Next summer, ideally, I would get a full-time paid internship but I understand that that scenario is rather unlikely. I’ve come to the realisation that you’re only going to get on one of those programmes if you have prior internship experience and whilst I have done short-term, more “volunteer” positions, I am yet to hold an internship where you go into the same company and work a couple of days a week for three months or so. Legally I’m not allowed to do that yet. I’ve heard of people (foreign students) doing this when it is against visa regulations and not getting caught, but then I would never want to risk it. Honestly it isn’t worth getting sent home over.

I don’t think I thought about the realities of not being allowed to work before I came over here. I just got caught up in the idea of New York and all of the opportunities that the city could afford me eventually that I didn’t take the time to think about what things would be like before I got to that point. I know that in a couple of years everything will make sense and it will all have been worthwhile but right now it is a bit of a struggle. I would be so much better off if I could just work part time retail. An extra $300 a month would make all the difference. But I knew this before I came here. I knew it wouldn’t be easy. But it has been slightly more difficult than I thought it would be.

Regardless of all of the struggles, I’m in New York. Honestly there is no place that I’d rather be. I want to live here for at least another five years, ideally. However, I am open to moving to other places after college too. I used to have this fixed life plan and it was very rigid. Everything had a timeframe that I wanted it completed in. Now I’m just living life. I feel very fortunate to know that I have time on my hands. I don’t feel like I need to rush and get everything done by the time I’m 30 anymore because I know I’m probably going to be working until I’m 70. I’m not worried about rapidly rising up the corporate ladder. Yes, I’m still fiercely ambitious but my priorities are beginning to shift, especially because I can see myself following a more creative career path and pursuing something where there is no fixed route to success. Wait and see what I do. I’m hoping it will be something magical.

My Current Lack of Fashion Feelings

I’m at a strange place right now. I thought that moving to New York would provide me with so much inspiration to step up my game style-wise, but in fact I feel it has done the opposite. Or more so, I’ve been exposed to so much that I’m not sure where I’m headed or where I want to be. I’m in a little bit of a rut. I’ve found that some style shifts are involuntary, heralded by a new job or a change of circumstances, and some are made via a conscious effort. Right now I feel like I’m in stasis. No change.

FIT has surprised me. I thought that everyone would be dressed up for class every day but in fact I don’t think it’s much different than a regular college. People still wear sweatpants. I’d say 30% of people in each class that I’m in are wearing sweatpants or exercise tights or yoga pants, another 50% are wearing jeans (in a casual manner), and the remainder are dressed up how I’d expect people at a fashion school to be. In a way I was taken aback by this. I thought everyone would be all about self-expression and wanting to showcase cool outfits. Especially because so many of us attending the school are from small towns that are perhaps less liberal or accepting than New York. People always spoke about how they couldn’t wait to get to New York so they could dress how they wanted.

I’ve always been pretty sure of my style. For the past three years, approximately, I’ve worn the same kind of things. You could walk into any store and pick something out for me because I’ve always followed the same formula: black, fur, leather. The silhouettes have either been super tight or super relaxed, no inbetween, and generally I’ve dressed for girls, not guys. My style isn’t sexy and I make no attempt to be. I’ll wear a slip dress (which can be made sexy) but with sneakers or a t-shirt. It kills the sex appeal for sure.

Nowadays I’m wondering do I want to dress sexier? Do I want guys to look at me or do I want to continue hiding? For me, dressing in a non-sexy way was a real choice that I made. I didn’t want people to look at me. It made me uncomfortable. Then when I went to work in an office I began dressing corporate as hell. I wore pencil skirts every day. Now I’m at college my previous uniform seems inappropriately formal. My challenge since getting here is trying to dress slightly more casual but in a way that I feel comfortable with. I can’t be someone who rolls out of bed and walks to class wearing a baseball cap, baggy tshirt, and leggings but I also shouldn’t be someone who looks like they got lost on their way to Goldman Sachs.

To be fair to myself, I am getting better at the whole casual thing. I’ve worn jeans a couple of times. I wear dresses with sneakers now. I’ve only worn a blazer once in the past month. But my problem is, I now hate all of my clothes yet when I go shopping I can’t see other things that I want to buy instead. In fact, I don’t know where I want to go, style-wise.

Whilst browsing in Soho last week I seen one pair of pants in All Saints that were just so me and I got excited about fashion for the first time in around a month. They were “ink blue”, satin, relaxed fit through the leg. To me they were sexy as hell; to a guy they probably weren’t. Also in the same store I seen a double breasted black blazer. I wanted to pair them with strappy heels and a cami underneath. I keep thinking about looks that I want to try out but I just don’t have the resources to execute them in a way that I’d be happy with right now.

I’ve been a bit disappointed in myself because I’ve found myself frequenting Zara and browsing on Boohoo & Missguided a tonne in the past few weeks. After all the research I did into fast-fashion and the harmful effect of it, I’ve fallen back into the trap. I’m back to feeling the insatiable need to have more “stuff” and to always have it instantly. It’s about quantity not quality. It’s gross to me because I know better than that yet somehow I keep looking at it, trying it on, buying it. I want to stop. Basically, I’m confused right now and I feel like I could sample a bunch of different looks at fast fashion stores that I couldn’t do if I was buying at more expensive stores. Plus, I lost a little bit of weight in the summer and since then my favourite clothes don’t fit properly. My Sandro tuxedo pants haven’t even gotten a looking. They’ve literally sat on a chair to be taken to be altered since August. It’s sad really.

So to summarise, I want to buy a lot of new clothes because I’m a little bit lost in terms of style right now. My classic uniform of all black is boring me. I want pink. I want beige. I want red even. I want leather. I want boots. I want jeans that make my ass look hella good. I want more slip dresses. I want Givenchy. I want Alexander Wang. I want Off-White. I want a floor length fur coat. I just wanna be fabulous.

Career Inspiration – Patti Wilson

Covers styled by Patti Wilson over the years, from
Covers styled by Patti Wilson over the years, from

The idea of editorial styling is of great interest to me at the moment. It’s something I’ve always been interested in but never thought was possible. I always find it inspiring to read about how top stylists got their start. In Patti Wilson’s interview with, she tells the story of how she was waitressing then was recommended to style and it all began to fall into place. I wonder if a similar thing could happen for me or if I would have to actively pursue things alone. I think times have changed and serendipitous moments like that are becoming even more rare.

Patti has worked with some of the greatest photographers (she is a frequent Meisel collaborator), as well as some of the greatest publications (Vogue Italia, for one) and she shows no signs of stopping. Read the article (linked) to find out more about her career path.

Further Thoughts – Current Career Musings/Social Media Strategy Combo


New York is the place to be for creativity I think. Since getting here I have become further inspired to do something really cool, to push myself outside of the boundaries I had previously set; whether that is communicated via my style of dress (which is rather conservative and put-together compared to many people here surprisingly), a set of images that I could create (or at least assist on), or the way I carry myself. I want to be somebody successful, but not necessarily somebody. I feel like I’m stuck in a little bit of a dilemma right now. In this social media age the easiest (and most common) path to success is forged on a high online following, yet I have a private Instagram account. In my opinion, it’s not even about who you know but who knows you. I want to be successful and create a career for myself without having to put my whole life on the internet. Is that possible in this day and age?

Honestly, I’m very interested in styling at the moment. Working at a fashion magazine was always my dream when I was a kid but I always told myself no. It’s not possible. But why isn’t it possible? I could make it happen if I really tried hard enough. I know that when you look at the American Vogue masthead almost everyone is a socialite or related to someone powerful/wealthy/influential. I am neither of these things, nor do I know anybody who is. But does that mean I should give up? Or should I find another path to success? Or another magazine to aspire to? Or another aspect of styling? I feel like I’m at a stage in life where I have so many questions that I’d like to find answers to and I’m not exactly sure how to do it.

Celebrity styling appeals to me too. For example, Rachel Zoe’s empire is extremely admirable. She lives a great life and loves what she does, and that’s very important to me. Another, perhaps more current, example would be Monica Rose who styles the Kardashians. The effect of her styling is very real and pronounced on pop-culture nowadays. I’d love to wield that influence one day but then again I’d also love to do more conceptual, creative things. Shiona Turini has a career that I’d like to replicate somehow. She has a good mix of styling (editorials), magazine work (for example, picking products for certain themes on “trend” pages), and music video/celebrity work (Beyonce’s Formation, Solange’s Cranes in the Sky).

So what’s the best way to start doing all of this? That’s what I’m currently trying to work out. I mentioned this a little bit in my previous post and since then I have been thinking a little bit more. I still don’t have it all worked out yet (but who does?) but I do feel like I have a rough idea at least. Logically, it’s interning. I think when it comes to looking for internships next summer I will focus on PR/Editorial and maybe showrooms. For now, buying is out. In the meantime, I’m going to try and assist people on photoshoots and shadow them so I can learn how this is done. It’s hard to find people to reach out to and also kind of scary (what if they don’t reply? what if they think you’re dumb?) but it’s the only way for me to start. Also, should I start taking photos for my blog? Should I begin YouTube (but I don’t want to speak so that’s probably a bad idea)? I know that I don’t want to turn this into a style blog. That would be extremely hypocritical for me given that I’ve been rather skeptical of them in the past and have also never regularly read or looked at once myself. But do I want to start doing shoots of other people? Or taking photos of products? I’m not sure.

Whatever path I take, I’m excited to see what happens. I’m in New York City. If there’s anywhere to try something new it’s here. This is the land of opportunity. Sometimes I forget that. Also, if I never try something I’ll never know. Stay tuned to see what happens. I hope I can make something really cool happen.

Social media, privacy, and oversharing; three ideas that I think all go hand-in-hand. In this digital age all of the aforementioned are of increased importance. Somehow I’ve been social media shy. It’s strange because a few years ago, during high school, I loved social media. I used Twitter so often that I was put on tweet limit a bunch of times. I had thousands of followers from all over the world and I interacted with people I didn’t know every single day. One day I got spooked. I don’t even know why. I turned all of my accounts to private, I blocked people I didn’t know on Instagram just so they couldn’t follow me, and I deleted Twitter. I couldn’t even give you a valid reason as to why I did this. Genuinely, I have no idea. Nothing bad happened to me, no one bullied me, no one stalked me, nothing crazy. I just got very into this idea that I shouldn’t put my life out there for people to see.

Now that I’m in New York my attitude is beginning to change. I’m starting to realise that you need to use social media as a tool. And hey, it is actually fun. For example, I use Instagram as a bit of a moodboard. If you look at my feed I post mainly pictures that inspire me or that I aspire to be like. There are also a few selfies (literally 6 since 2012) and lots of random shots of scenery and buildings. It’s scary to me that social media can literally land you – or cost you – a job. The fact that your Instagram could have an impact on your career is bizarre. But that’s the modern world.

This weekend (15th October) I’m helping out on a photoshoot. I’m learning the ins and outs of styling because I think it’s something I would actually like to pursue and make something out of. Today I went to pick up the pulls from a showroom. This was a fun experience as I got to have a look around and meet people who worked there, plus I got to leave with a garment bag filled with samples. Tomorrow we are doing the actual shoot, super early (5:30am call time!) but also super fun. This is a genuine immersive learning experience for me. It’s all good googling things and finding out information that way but until you’ve tried it yourself you really never know.

I know that if I tried hard enough with styling I could do something with it. I may not make it to Rachel Zoe’s level of empire (although celebrity styling is an entirely different field), but I may also make something really cool out of this. I keep forgetting that I’m only 18 and I still have a whole life ahead of me to figure everything out. It’s probably because I seem to surround myself in the company of others who are at different stages in life and different stages in their careers that I sometimes forget how young I actually am or how much time I do have. Now is the time to experiment and New York is the place to do that.

In celebration of all things new and open, I made my Instagram account public. Feel free to follow me – @_evegardiner – and keep updated with what I’m thinking at that point in time. I do feel like I have neglected this blog a little bit since getting here and honestly I don’t have an excuse. I’m just so caught up in life and thinking about other things that this has been on the backburner. However, I think I should make a more pronounced effort to develop this blog into something I’d gladly promote to the world and create content that is worth reading. Imagine a Man Repeller style website. If only I could create content quite like that. My dream would be the same mix of humour and writing as those girls have, a little bit of intellectual fashion posts (a la Alexander Fury), and some images from photoshoots if I ever get around to doing any. One thing is for sure, this will not become a style blog. I promise.


I can’t believe how quickly I have settled into life here. It’s weird. I’ve been speaking about moving here for years yet now I’m here I feel like I’ve never lived anywhere else. Honestly, I’m slighly disappointed that I’ve lost my excitement already. Sometimes I have to stop and remind myself that I’m in New York and that I don’t have to go home because this is now home. I need to remind myself to check my privilege too. I forget that people live in states worse than I do. When I complain about my creaky floorboards or the chipped paint on the bathtub, I feel like I’m invalidating the problems of others, the real problems. Even in comparison to some of my friends who are still living in dorms I am living a very different life and I often forget that. I am incredibly lucky. I know that for sure but I just need to remind myself every single day.

Since moving to New York I’ve done so many things that I’ve forgotten what it was like before. It’s scary to think I’ve only known people here for a little under two months because I feel like I’ve known them for years. I’m incredibly settled, already. I got a tattoo. I’ve been to a bunch of galleries and museums. I’ve been to nice restaurants. I’ve been in some great apartments. I’ve shopped, or at least browsed, in some of the finest stores possible. I’ve survived with less than a dollar in my purse. I’ve taken the subway at all hours of the night. I’ve built up all of the furniture in the apartment by myself (or with a little bit of help from my friends). I’ve cooked and burnt dinner. I’ve taken my laundry to the laundromat (for wash and fold, because I’m too lazy to wait for it and there’s no laundry in my building). I’ve navigated my way around a zillion local grocery stores and dragged groceries all the way from Trader Joe’s 50 blocks away just because I like the food. All regular experiences here but things I didn’t do so much at home.

The one thing I’ve noticed since moving here is that everything I thought I knew I wanted has been turned on its head. I’m not sure if that’s because I’m learning more about what everything actually entails during classes in school or if I’m just feeling a little bit more brave than I was before. I’m wondering if it’s worth taking a risk and doing something that would make me less money but (probably) happier? Then I get in my head and realise that maybe, fiscally, that’s a dumb decision to make. I want to do something less corporate than being a buyer, for now. I’ve always wanted to go into styling, whether that be editorial, celebrity, or e-commerce. I think all of the above would be fun and if I did it right I could turn it into a good career. I could even travel with it instead of just being in New York, but it would be a risk for me to take. I don’t even know how I would get started. YouTube? A style blog? A PR internship? Working in a showroom? My plan is to reach out to some people that I admire for advice and just hope that they respond. They say the way to make it in fashion is to have connections but of course I don’t yet have any. I’m excited to see how things turn out though as I know if I work hard enough and am good enough I could end up doing something really awesome.

Random things:

Current playlist on Tidal

Peter Dundas exits Cavalli, yet another move in the everchanging world of fashion

My favourite collection from Fashion Month

Good NY Times article on Shiona Turini

Solange’s Cranes in the Sky video (amazing visuals and a beautiful song from a beautiful album)

A very nice but overpriced penthouse that I’d gladly accept the keys to (for free, of course)

Freedom NYC – the best thing produced by Vogue for as long as I can remember (with stellar casting)


In less than three weeks I am moving to New York. I am beginning to realise that it is actually happening and not just something that is in my head. The practical matters are all being sorted out, the visa is stuck in my passport, the suitcases lie empty ready to be packed. Fuck. I feel like I have been talking about this forever but now that it is actually happening I can’t believe it.

It’s like I’ve been telling myself a lie to keep myself going for the past few years. I’ve always said, oh it doesn’t matter if you’re bored just now because you won’t be bored in New York, or oh you’ll find your dream job in New York, or oh you’ll find love in New York. I said it to pacify the restless spirit inside of me, the spirit that is always wanting more and striving to achieve, and now I’m so close to reaching my main goal. I have been saying it for so long that I started to doubt it, but it is actually real and happening soon.

Looking East from the Empire State Building
Looking East from the Empire State Building

I’m not yet scared, but I do think it is just because I’m not fully aware that is happening. Subconsciously I know that I have three weeks left with the life I know and have lived for the past eighteen years. Only three weeks with my friends and family and my house and my belongings. Basically everything that has made me comfortable for the past, almost, two decades. Externally you couldn’t tell that such a change was about to occur because on the surface I am so calm. Genuinely it hasn’t hit me yet. Even writing about the things that I’m going to be leaving behind didn’t give me any fear. It probably should.

New York has been my home, mentally, since I was very young. I hadn’t even visited America when I decided that New York was the place for me and I was going to get there somehow. I don’t know what sparked that desire for me, but something inside me grew from a desire to an insatiable need. I couldn’t live my life not knowing when I would be going there, or if I actually would be.

I’ve always wanted more than what Scotland could offer me, partly because I’m so obsessed with fashion. I want to be wildly successful, as does everyone in this industry I suppose. I’m willing to make major changes in my life to get to where I want but that’s because I know I couldn’t be content if I didn’t pursue this, if I didn’t actively make steps towards achieving what I wanted to achieve.

I used to struggle with anxiety quite badly a few years ago. I was so discontent in my life. So unhappy. I always wanted more and never felt like I was being challenged by my surroundings. I felt like I was going nowhere and that nothing was going to happen. On top of that, I began to feel so restless because I knew what I wanted. Through hard work, perseverance, and a whole lot of help from the Internet and the most important people in my life, I’m finally getting somewhere. I can’t believe it, a sentiment that I have expressed many times already in the past few hundred words.

I’m not going to New York and expecting life to be like a movie. I’m not stupid. I know I will be broke as hell and that the streets are dirty and that the people are mean and I won’t find a new love every two weeks like on Sex and the City, but I’m looking forward to it. The pace of life is different. Everyone is working their asses off to get where they want to be. Motivation is key and being around people who want the most will make me work even harder to make sure I get to where I want to be, eventually. Everything takes time but I often feel like time is too finite. There’s not enough hours in a day to waste. I think that’s an attitude that many New Yorkers have, that every hour in the day needs to be utilised.

I can’t wait to join the crazy life, although it kind of freaks me out not knowing what the future holds. There are so many uncertainties. I’m simultaneously excited and terrified to be moving to a country, no, a continent, where I know not a soul. It’s either going to be the best thing that has ever happened to me or the worst. It is scary not having any family or anyone that I truly know to have my back but I’m so ready to put myself out there and make new friends. I hope to present a better version of myself in New York, and hopefully I will eventually morph into that person. I want to be more confident and sure of myself, because I know that I have nothing to fear and that the majority of my shortcomings are just in my head/don’t even matter to anyone else. And hey, if it all goes to shit it’s only for three years. But if it goes well, this could be the start of the life that I’ve always wanted.

Vogue Festival 2016 – Before the Event

Since its inception only a few years ago, I have wondered about the Vogue Fashion Festival. Is it just another money maker trying to trick the public into thinking that they’re going to a fashion show (a la The Clothes Show: Live) or is it something actually worth going to? In the past they’ve secured some fantastic people to be the subject of interviews such as John Galliano so I have always been intrigued. This year, I bought tickets.

I actually think the festival seems to be in its best format yet. You buy a ticket to the specific event you want to see (a talk, a masterclass, a panel etc.) and this ticket gains you access to the entire festival for the day as well as the event you’ve paid for.

I went ahead and bought a ticket to Grace Coddington because I have adored her for years and years. In fact, she is one of the people who make fashion the magical place that it is through her wonderful editorials over the years. Now that she has stepped down from doing Vogue full time I assume she has more time and freedom to participate in events like this. Her session will be led by Lucinda Chambers, Fashion Director of British Vogue, who was formerly Grace’s assistant in days long gone by. I am particularly excited for this talk. I also bought a ticket for the Vetements talk (not featuring Demna but led by Suzy Menkes), you know, in the spirit of learning and whatnot. Then for the Sunday I bought a ticket to see Dolce & Gabbana, led by Alexandra Shulman. I know that’s quite a few but I thought “when in London”, because it isn’t like I’m there very often. Some other key speakers are Alessandro Michele of Gucci (closing the festival on the Sunday), Kim Kardashian (I’m pretty sure her talk sold out quickly), and Alexa Chung and her gang of cool friends – and I’m not going to lie, I kind of like her now. The Future of Fashion series she has been doing on British Vogue’s YouTube channel is incredible.

Anyway, I shall return with an update after I’ve attended to let you know if it was any good/if I’d go back in the future. There are still tickets left to many of the events if you are interested!

What’s in a name?

“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet” is the oft quoted Shakespeare line (slightly modified for common use) in terms of the relevance of a name. This topic is weighing heavily on my mind at the moment because I’m thinking of changing my own name. You see, the surname I currently have belongs to my dad; my mum and my stepdad have a different name. I think I want to switch to theirs.

The politics of a move such as a child’s name change are tricky. I don’t want to offend anybody but I also am now old enough to make a decision like this by myself. I know that I want to take the same name as my mum and I plan to do so as long as I can get all the paperwork in check before it is time to apply for my visa. If it can’t be done before then I’ll just stick with my birth name.

It is rather odd because women are often the ones whose name changes. It is standard form to take your husband’s name after marriage (although many people find this rather anti-feminist, frankly I don’t care one way or another) so a woman changing her name should really be no big deal. However, I feel that it may cause me some familial problems when (and if) I break the news. Why do people place such importance on a name? Is it an ownership thing? Pride? I’m not too sure.

One of the most famous name changes in history, Norma Jeane to Marilyn

I am wondering how it will be to be known by another name. I’ve lived with my current name for 18 years so far and it has served me well. However, soon I will be known as something different. It is a bizarre thought but something that people go through every day. Famous people often assume a stage name and people don’t know them as anything other than that. I wonder how long it takes of people calling you your new name for it to stop being weird?

I think I myself am placing too much importance on this. I just felt the need to get my thoughts down on paper, so to speak, before I do it. However, as I said in a previous post, 2016 is a year of change and a year of departure. You must keep moving forward and keep getting better or you will become stagnant. Perhaps the Japanese term Kaizen applies, although to an individual rather than a workplace. All I know is that it didn’t take long for Norma Jeane Dougherty to become Marilyn Monroe – my name change is nowhere near as drastic. Physically I am still the same, mentally I am still the same, only my signature is different. It should be easy to adapt, right?

Keeping busy

I have developed the inability to relax. Any moment that I’m not working I feel the need to do things or I feel like I’m wasting time. Life is too short to come home and loll about on the sofa watching cartoons, although I do that for at least half an hour every evening after work – apart from Fridays, that night is reserved for special things like watching movies in bed and taking long baths with books. These activities may sound like relaxing but they really aren’t. I’m not switching my brain off because when I’m doing one, I think I should be doing another. I like to watch movies on the tv because it means I can either read a book/magazine and browse the internet and ceaselessly refresh Instagram on my phone at the same time.

Instead of feeling guilty about doing “nothing”, I’m trying to think of other ways to fill my time. Currently, my ideas are get a weekend job or join the gym. Neither of them sound particularly enthralling but at least they would fill the time. By getting a weekend job I could earn some extra money; by joining a gym I could spend some more. (I do really love spending money, it’s a skill.) I thought about applying for retail jobs and putting my availability as just Saturday or Sunday – not both, I am a human not a machine, I need at least one day to rest a week – as I thought it would be good to do some form of fashiony thing until I go to college. Considering I am unable to do anything for the first 9 months I’m there (fecking immigration laws, F1 status…), I want to sort-of keep my hand in if I can. Except I didn’t looooove working retail (who does?) and I’m not sure if I want the commitment of two jobs. I am still weighing up this idea. By joining the gym, I could fill up my day and look great at the end. I am someone who is slim but with no tone really. I used to exercise an awful lot (I got really obsessed in the summer of 2013) but then I got bored because I didn’t think my body looked any better for it. If I had stuck to it, maybe I’d have some abs by now. I just don’t like the idea of going to the gym alone considering it is filled with 15 year old boys who “lift” and add protein powder to every meal. I need some female companionship. Why did all my friends have to go to uni last year?

Another idea was to learn a language. I thought either Italian in preparation for my handsome husband who will make delicious pasta for me; Russian because I bought a Penguin How-To book approximately 4 years ago (I got to the alphabet and got a bit baffled); or French, considering I studied it at school for 5 years (at least) so have a firm grasp of the basics such as how to say I went to the moon and other useful conversation pieces. Maybe the French could help me read Vogue Paris (I do love it) or the Italian VI? But learning a language to read fashion magazines is rather trivial.

In the meantime, I am going to paint my nails, create a few sets on Polyvore (I’ll probably share a few on here, I like doing that), drink some water, and read some more Anna Karenina (I have been reading it intermittently since October 2013, shameful I know). I plan to do all of this before bed tonight. Then I will sleep. One of my favourite activities. Hey, instead of doing something productive with my weekends and evenings perhaps I should just sleep? It’s a lot more fun anyway considering I have some pretty fantastic dreams. My imagination runs wild. Oh, new idea! I could write a book. Always thinking…