Satire's Wearing: Working Dungaree

To all avid and dedicated readers of this blog... just so you know, I'm not dead and I repeat, I have not been kidnapped and held hostage by circus clowns. So since my placement I bet you're all wondering where the hell I have been? Well my fiendish friends I have two soul destroying words for you: internet connection. Oh the undeniable perks of returning home to the North from your glam London placement.

Basically after a #bbloggers chat on Sunday night, the lovely folk at Sky broadband decided it would be quite "hilar" for my sister's laptop to keep her beloved internet connection whereas mine was taken off me cruelly and thrown into some serious virtual apocalyptic abyss. Still, after a few days of tantrums on the phone to Sky, manhandling  the pages of my anti virus firewall handbook and tedious days of doing nothing (watching films, reading books, feeling sorry for my sorry ass self and waiting to be reunited with my long lost loves...Blogger..Twitter...Facebook) in my anti internet cocoon, the horrible disconnected caterpillar has now transformed again into a beautiful social media butterfly. And the butterfly now flaps its eager wings with a overdue and new blog outfit post. 

Shirt: Zara
Dungarees: Rokit
Necklace: Forever 21
Socks: Urban Outfitters
Shoes: Topshop 

OKAY THEN. Brief recap then of my placement. It's over now. But I LOVED IT. I am beyond the valley of gutted that it was only for week, especially since the other interns I met (and who we're quite lovely by the way) stayed for longer. And also a big shout out to the lovely people who work at New Look for looking after me and just being dead warm and pleasant. I got sent a "thank you" card in the post today by them all and I was very overwhelmed, gracious and chuffed seeing how they remembered me...the one week glam but sham intern girl. Regardless of the week I did feel like I learnt loads. Like I said beforehand this placement was completely different from the previous journalism ones I've done and now I may be considering Fashion PR as a potential career option. Too early to tell but it is without doubt on the cards. But above all,  the whole thing has made me realise than ultimately when I graduate I am going to move to London. I have to move to London. If I don't go and don't intern like crazy down there I'll just die. I know this sounds just a tad dramatic and I know I may be betraying my Homefoundland (aka the north) but it's alas it is zee truth. Well, my truth. It's what I have to do now to get were I want to go. And if it means working full time down there for months in a bar job before I see a sexy office desk or living like a complete urchin with a tenner to my name each week for food, then yes, it is what I'm going to have to do.  We'll see anyway...

Anyway towards the end of the week things got a bit hectic. I had the placement, I went out for a few "quiet" weekday drinks on Brick Lane (LOL never a good idea, came home characteristically shitfaced of course...) and actually got the privilege to go to Vogue's Fashion Night Out!!!!! BUT more on that ah-mazing experience in another blog post (that bad boy event certainly deserves a post all to it's motherloving self, believe me...) So for now I'm not going to bore you with every outfit I wore again like in the last post, I'm just sharing with you my one favourite ensemble I wore in my placement. An outfit that I think was so adorable I never wanted to take it off. Beholdth guys. 

Brogues: Topshop 

I got these dungarees just before I started my placement in Rokit on Brick Lane and I knew I needed to integrate them into my working wardrobe somehow while I was in London. I could not resist not wearing them so soon after I bought them. So what better to team them up with to make them look more professional-esque than a quintessential white shirt? A nice juxtaposition me thinks of playful attire meets working closet. Smart and casual. There is a lot hanging on dungarees though. Many girls do love wearing dungarees now. Alex wannebe's such as myself all across the globe unite and embrace them like a long lost fashionable sister. They want to channel through their inner playful little girl. They want to stay in their hypothetical style Never Never Land. However other women may deem them sad, childish, scruffy and many more pejorative adjectives. And fair enough, that's fine by me! Yall are entitled to your own opinions, that's the joy of fashion. But me personally, I don't like to take myself too seriously and I'm all for wanting to reclaim back my youthful years of bliss and playing happily with my Lego.

So with another placement over and not another in the pipeline as of yet, it is back down yellow brick road away from alluring London Oz and back to reality. Another September, another semester of university awaits my harrowing soul. I mean, I moan now of course but I must remember this is my final year doing my degree. I suppose in the end I will miss this refreshing back-to-school kind of feeling every year. Because it will mean I am officially a grown up. But right now going back is scaring the be-jesus out of me and once more is stopping me going to fabulous press/blogging events in London and above all is stopping me go to biblical event that is London Fashion Week. It also doesn't help that I'm skint either. Ah. I curse the day the education system was born. For now.

GS x

P.S Watch this space for all my gossip about Vogue's Fashion Night Out! And just so you know I met Jonathan Saunders. Dead casual, no biggie... (who am I kidding? I nearly wet myself with excitement) So yeah, that is so worth revisiting my blog for. Just to check up on my erratic shenanigans.