Well...strictly speaking I don't go to school. Oh no. That was many moons ago. Now I go to the blessed institution that is university. But still...I suppose the same rules still apply. You get 6 weeks plus off after year of hard and brainy graft. You then spend those weeks being carefree, gay and frolicking through sunny meadows in slow motion with your friends. You go out a lot, you go the beach, you walk the dog 7 times because you'll do anything to get out the house etc. Then you get bored. Unbelievably bored. And then you are literally itching to get back into a brand new school uniform. Well...my days of wearing bottle green blazers and navy skirts may be long gone, but every fresh new semester I suppose the same style principles apply. We ALL want new clothes to wear for the new fresh semester. However if like me you are destitute and can't afford a new Miu Miu or Givenchy tote or ballet pumps to impress your amigos then I suppose you can just do what I'm doing...you know the next best thing: wearing clothes reminiscent of a school uniform so you can pretend that they are new.
And you know until my student loan is firmly smiling at me in my bank account...dressing like a younger version of my school self does actually fill the financial void. I've always been a major fan of preppy fashion whether that be dressing like a frivolous school girl or dressing like a frigid grandma and what better way to unleash it than in this September academic "no-really-I-am-going-to-do-all-the-work-this-year-I-promise" period.
So here's my back to school...or should I say university ensemble. Note that I am taking these photographs before I actually venture into my first lecture so I look really crap because it was all in a bit of a rush. And rush rush rush away I will because I have about another 40 minutes to get this blog post written out so I'll get to the library on time. And yes, you eyes doth not deceive you, I did indeed say library. See...this attire is making me more conscientious and dedicated to my studies/blog already. Well...temporarily anyway.
|Shirt: Charity Shop|
Jumper and Shoes : Topshop
Skirt: Charity Shop
Socks: New Look
I had a black/grey jumper I could of worn over this collared shirt but I decided against it. Sure it would have looked more authentic of a school girl but there is a line between copying the style/trend of preppy school fashion. I'd rather look like a sad older woman trying to look young than actually being mistaken on the train for as being a school child and having the train staff alert the truancy van and me being carted away to the nearest police station within the hour like a criminal. I decided to go with good old reliable French breton and some tanned loafers to make the look a bit more casual. Still, I couldn't resist whipping out the classic socks with holes in. A young girl's hosiery dream when she was say... 6 years old. And I might as well wear them while I can as before I know it it's going to be winter and my legs will henceforth be suffocated with dreary long legged pants and wooly tights.
|Shoes: Topshop (a bit battered from the Summer but a classic pair of loafers nonetheless.)|
I know preppy school girl isn't everyones favourite cup of tea/coffee/cocoa but if you read the blog regularly then you all know I'm prone to a little bit of style-child dress up from time to time. Plus it being the first day of my FINAL YEAR of university I thought being fashion childish may lighten the mood just a tad. Since my final year of university is going to be hard going and you know...has stopped me from going to loads of fabulous events. LIKE THE WAY IT HAS PREVENTED ME FROM GOING TO LONDON FASHION WEEK. Grrr boo hiss boo. Ah yes, it's a hard life, nobody can deny. Seeing everybody twittering away about the latest collections while I cry in my room at all the Instagram pictures just breaks my cold little heart. It simply isn't the same as being there! Still, lady luck could be working in my favour on Tuesday (tomorrow). I'm off uni then and I may have snagged an invite to a show after all. I'll just have to wait and see for sure...so my ringed fingers are well and truly crossed. Until then I'm off out now to educate my brain with livin la vida loca literature as oppose to dazzling designers and catwalk collections. Watch this space. Au revoir.