Thursday, 11 September 2014

My 16 Year Old Selfie

the definite word of the year is 'selfie'. whether you're taking one yourself, talking about kimmy k's latest effort, or singing along to that dreadful selfie song, you can't escape it. especially as it now has a rightful place in the oxford english dictionary. so, i thought i'd start a different blog piece: a letter to my 16 year old selfie.

despite selfies only really taking off properly the past few years, i think everyone has that hidden little folder of prehistoric selfies they took in their teens. my myspace page was full of pictures of me from awkward angles, looking far too serious, and shock horror: with no editing or filters to mask my flaws (ie. oily skin and smudged eyeliner). 

i thought it may be fun to write a letter to the 16 year old Louisa in the selfie here, giving tips on the selfie game, and the story behind the selfie.

Hey Louisa.

you're on your way to your year 11 prom, and you're sat in the car as your dad is in bargain booze. the perfect time for a candid selfie, i agree. first things first, let's talk about the outfit.

you weren't that bothered about going all out for prom. and i still applaud you for not getting a cinderella dress and spending thousands on a night out in a hall. but, in hindsight, the dress wasn't great. i know you were on a big floral hype and thought it was great to match your shoes/flower to the colour of the dress. unfortunately, the orange was a bit too much. and you are far too pale for orange, just a lil heads up. 

now. make up wise - you still have a lot to learn. you basically wore no make up to your own prom. i know that you applied a little more dream matte mousse than usual, and allowed yourself to use the tester of Bad Gal mascara you only saved for special occasions, and that should have sufficed. but maybe you should have learnt to apply a little blusher? a smidge of eyeliner? maybe even done your eyebrows. who knows. you won't ever be a make up artist, but you do learn how to apply some bad ass eyeshadow, and that's pretty cool.

the hair. i remember you got it dyed special for today with a superdrug own kit. looking sharp. just hold your breath because you will actually dye your hair brown in a few eyes...and like it. you then progress back to a *gulp* natural blonde. no more white hair. and no more side fringe, they go out of fashion. sorry boo.

we need to talk angles girl. that above your face look was doing nothing for you except emphasize just how chubby your cheeks are. that weird smirk is creeping me out as well. the lighting is all wrong as well, and you didn't get a great view of the BEST BIT: your orange flower <3 don't worry. in time you will become accustomed to the vanity of true selfies, loving a good filter and perfecting your pout as you kill that vague selfie pose.

so, last things, the story behind the selfie. well, as explained, i was on my way to my friends to get in the classic year 11 limo to prom, drinking WKDs and thinking we were bad men. it was a fun night, with cheesy music and the amazing opportunity to see your teachers pulling some serious shapes. it may seem a million years ago, but a few of those people are still your best friends. go you. 

Love, 21 year old Louisa (who still loves a good selfie).

I tag Sophie Etc, Sarah Nunn, Tattooed Tea Lady and Lisette Loves to do this :) let's see if this can be a 'thing'.

until next time xo


Monday, 8 September 2014

so, i had a house fire.

(me looking SO SO FASHIONABLE in my cleaning outfit. very breaking bad) 

hey remember me? i don't blame you if you don't. i hardly remember doing outfit posts these days. i thought i'd post a little piece about what's been going on in the past few weeks, as it may be of interest to some people.

ok so first things first (IM THE REALEST) NO. BE SERIOUS. so, the first bad thing that happened was about 3 weeks ago on the Monday, my poor little doggy was put to sleep as he just wasn't very well. he was 11, so he had a good run, but still my whole family were mortified. que a lot of tears from us all, and avoiding marley & me like the PLAGUE. it was a tough few days adjusting to not having a dog. even the smallest things were weird, like walking down the steps as that's where he usually sat. anyone who has lost a dog will know that is like losing a family member, so will understand the heartache of not having that happy little critter there when you get home.

so, understandably, this was very upsetting. and i even muttered the famous words 'at least this week can't get any worse'. well. i would encourage you to NEVER EVER SAY THAT because sure enough, life will seize the opportunity to prove you wrong, and say 'hey louisa, things can get worse...look!' the cheeky devil.

on wednesday of the same week, (so remember we are all still down in the dumps about losing our dog), something really weird happened. i was woken up at midnight by some noises outside, and i was utterly convinced someone was breaking in due to the sound of breaking glass. in my sleepy bleary state, i reluctantly got out of bed and put on my glasses to see what was going on.

before i even opened my curtains something seemed weird, as it was all orange outside. and i thought 'eh? it's pitch black...what time is it? what is this witchcraft?' and opened my curtains to reveal what can only be described as HUGE HUGE HUGE FLAMES engulfing the side of my house, which is pretty much my bedroom as well.

well. as you can expect. i was pretty shocked. 

i don't remember specifics, but i vaguely remember running and waking my brother/mum/dad up and calling 999. we all ran out of the house to see huge huge flames in the trees, the whole side of our house in smoke, and it growing rapidly. it seemed like an absolute age before the firemen came (it was actually only 6 minutes), by which time the fire was getting a bit crazy, and had got into my bedroom, causing bits of the ceiling to fall down. which means that i am a very lucky girl to have woken up when i did, as i may have been, quite literally, toast.

after the fireman managed to get the fire under control, we were faced with the grim reality of what had actually happened. it was a total freak accident, a spark off a plug causing a fire. but it has left our house in quite a sorry state. there is no ceiling upstairs, all of the attic fell through, so when you go in any room upstairs you have a beautiful view of the sky (i would still prefer a roof.) our side building is completely gone, with everything in it burnt and ruined, which has been the most upsetting thing as the room held a lot of sentimental items such as pictures, old books, school things...all gone forever. 

each room is damp, and stinks of smoke. even though the fire didn't even reach some rooms, they've still be heavily affected. it's absolutely NUTS what fire can do. smoke and water damage is almost as bad as the fire itself, with each room either burnt/damp and wet/just a bit smelly. my room has been pretty bad as it was closest to the fire itself, with a lot of clothes/books/ALL MY MAKE UP gone just like that.

now, as a fashion blogger, it is pretty devastating to see a tonne of clothes and make up gone. but, as a human being, it is pretty amazing to say that this was the only casualty. i am fine, not a scratch on me, and my family are all fine as well. it could have been very very different if we had left 5 or 10 minutes later. 

you know those hypothetical questions you get asked? like 'what would be the first thing you grabbed if there was a fire?' well i always thought i'd grab my bag, maybe my laptop. the usual. but you don't. all i had was my pyjamas, slippers and my phone (because i was on the phone to 999). my parents didn't take anything. not a bean. you don't even think about it. you just run. and when we were outside watching the fire grow and grow, i didn't even think 'oh for gods sake, i just bought that new skirt from river island...' or 'i really am going to miss that silver ring that turned my finger green'. i just stood there and was overjoyed that we were all ok. (admittedly, the next day was when the absolutely GUTTING feeling of 'oh i've lost all my stuff kicked in. but that's ok, i went shopping.)

the next day was a bit weird. we hadn't slept, and it was a bit of a kick in the teeth seeing it in the cold light of day. the only word that could describe it was mess. ceiling fallen everywhere, debris, burnt's making me sick thinking about it. i was automatically shipped away to manchester to stay with my bf, which was the best place for me as i could have a bed and just get away for a bit. but coming home is still a bit tough, remembering my lovely bedroom isn't there anymore with all my lovely things. it's still a bit of a sting knowing i don't have my clothes or my naked palate anymore. (generation y problems)

it's been nearly 3 weeks since the incident, and it's still very hard to get back to normality living out of bags. especially as my job is located in London where i don't live, so i feel a little bit like the suitcase kid (kudos if you get that jacqueline wilson reference). hopefully things will start to slowly get back to normal. 

i thought i'd just write it all down to tell y'all my circumstances and for any nosey parkers who wanted to know more about it. i guess it's good to write things down sometimes. like a release. 

i wanted also to take the opportunity to thank all the people who have helped my and my family the past two weeks. from the firemen, neighbours, family, friends, who have all offered help/made tea/given me some pants, it is all noted and i can't tell you how grateful i am to have such a great network around us to help in such rubbish circumstances. cheers.

see you soon x
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