Isle of Wight Preparation… Here we come!

By the time you will be reading this post I will be in the Isle of Wight setting up my tent in the freezing cold and sopping wet… or so I hope!

Three weeks ago, on a whim, we booked our tickets to the Isle of Wight festival. My first festival of ‘summer’ 2019 has got me bursting with excitement and I have spent the past three weeks, since we booked the tickets, internet shopping and collaging my outfits.

Later in the Summer I will be taking on Latitude and Reading volunteering with Hotbox Events. I thought I would show you the outfits I will be taking with me at the weekend and where I got them from. Stay tuned to my instagram to see these outfits in action!

There will be two staples in my outfits this weekend; leopard print silk scardf and patent black biker boots. Unfortunately, I do not trust myself to take my new sparkly Birkenstocks, especially since looking at the weather forecast to see rain, rain, rain and oh more rain!

Look 1:

Leopard Print Dress- H&M £8

Look 2:

Tie Dye Dress- Misguided £18

Look 3:

Daisy print cycling shorts- New Look WAS £8.99 NOW £4

Daisy Print matching Bandeau Crop Top- New Look £5.99

Look 4:

Multi Tie Dye O-Ring Crop Top- Pretty Little Thing £15

Lots of Love,

Sophia Xx

A day in the life at Brighton beach: An impertinent seagull and some sparkly Birkenstocks.

After impulsively booking train tickets to Brighton midweek we anticipated the arrival of Summer, to Britains standards at least. Undoubtedly our expectations were exceeded by a typically British trip to the seaside consisting of hangovers, wind, arcades, gritty fish and chips and oh more booze. But you can’t forget the brave seagull and my new sparkly Birkenstocks.

Our alarms went off bright and early at 8.00am on Saturday morning. We awoke with slightly foggy heads after a night out at the pub. Consequently, we ended up going to sleep at 3.00 am, regardless of the promise to ourselves not to take it too far in attempts to avoid ruining our sunny trip to the seaside.

We finally arrived in Brighton at around 12.45 pm after having slept the whole train journey there. Once again my head was foggy, my hair was slightly resemblent of a wild porcepine and I was transparently bewildered by my whereabouts. Dishevelled and sleep-drunk, we joined the current of people and slowly began our downhill trek to the sea.

Although we began our trek at approximately 1.00pm we appeared to get lost on our travels in a sea of shops and did not make it to the real seafront until 2.30 pm. £145 later (between us, I am not that much of a shopaholic, at least not on that day) we were eating fish and chips on the beach surrounded by a swarm of seagulls. You can guess what happened next.

We were eating peacefully until one landed on our table. He greeted us with a nod like an old friend and stared at us awaiting approval to steal a chip. He squawked, and before we had time to protest, he stole not only ONE chip but the WHOLE polestyrene tray of chips off our table. It’s a good job I was hungover, it would have been in my right mind to chase him otherwise.

Obviously after this heartbreaking event we did all of the typical beachy stuff, walked along the pier, went to the pub, spent millions on the 2p machines blah, blah, blah. But before I round this up and let you continue to read more useful blog posts I feel inclined to inform you of my new Birkenstocks every person EVER must purchase immediately. This purchase contributed to the £145 mentioned earlier.

They were definitely the best £60 I have ever spent. It was one of those purchases you just have to make, you connect with them and know that if you did not have them you would spend the rest of the Summer wishing you had those white and silver sparkly Birkenstocks to pair with that brand new white dress you bought in the Topshop sale.

Lots of love,

Sophia Xx

A funny story: The half eaten carrot cake and the broke student.

Disclosure: Both the carrot cake and the student were consulted in the writing of this story, neither have been harmed, except the carrot cake… of Course.

One sunny day at the start of my University experience in September 2018 I was sat in Costa Coffee with my new friends, of approximately 2 days, Miley and Leah. I got my usual, this being orange juice and a cheese panini (before you ask no I do not like hot drinks, it’s outragous I know). Leah also got her usual, we are creatures of habit, a Coffee and a tuna and cheese melt. The exception is Miley…

Miley didn’t get anything. She sat wistfully unaware that we were amused by her lack of purchase after incessantly moaning about her extreme hunger (slight exaggeration). She was evidently distracted by the middle-aged man sat opposite us, clearly a lecturer at our uni, who was wistfully eating his carrot cake and absent-mindedly drinking his hot chocolate.

We began to tease her about her current infatuation with this stranger, oblivious to the fact the stranger is beginning to leave. As he scrapes his chair back and slowly rises the half eaten carrot cake continues to rest next to the now lukewarm hot chocolate.

Miley turns to us,”Thinking about it I am hungry still”, Leah and I raise our eyebrows. “Oh my goodness, how has that man actually left half of that carrot cake… I love carrot cake thats my favourite. Oooh I wonder what he was drinking.” Miley continued.

I think you all know what is coming next.

“Is it awful if I go and finish it?”, we look at her in disbelief conscious of what the Costa barrista’s might think of my interesting new friend eating a strangers leftovers. Before we had a chance to answer she had bought the carrot cake, his fork AND his hot chocolate to the table and dug in as if she had purchased them herself.

I knew student life would be tight, but this brought my expectations to a new height. Since then we have budgeted and stuck to the cheap stuff however, we have not yet stooped as low as this. The key word being yet. I can’t wait to see what adventures I have volunteering with Miley at festivals this summer… que scrounging in bins and taking sips of strangers Aldi beers. Only joking, I think.

Kindess never killed anyone…Just keep dancing like nobody’s watching

Spending Friday night at the pub celebrating a friends birthday should be exactly what it says on the packet, especially when a third of them are people you have grown up with…

Truth is whilst sitting there observing the celebrations it is like a scene out of mean girls (Whilst this may be slightly dramatic I think we can all agree it is not too far flung, I promise).

Situated on one side of the room are the overprotective girlfriends who give daggers, gnarling their gnashers at you chatting to their boyfriend at the bar. Bearing in mind you have been friends since you were 11 and you are here with your own boyfriend whom you are very much in love with! Therefore, you are not out to steal their man it’s quite simply a kind exchange of pleasantries… doughnuts.

On the other side there are the girls, who like you, do not know everyone. Visibly a little anxious, drinking a little quicker than they should, they spend the night chatting away as if they were the old friends. It’s always enjoyable when girls unite, get a bit too drunk and have a fun night promising to do it again soon… knowing full well they will probably never see eachother again.

Finally, there are the boys who are on a completely different planet. Oblivious to the fact they are fuelling fires sauntering around the pub schmoozing the girls they think they have a chance with. It is times like these when you are grateful that the bell for last orders has just been rung and the end of the night is in sight.

The truth is a night like this would be so much better if everyone could just be kind to eachother. If you genuinely like my top, tell me, if not you don’t have to pretend. I really won’t mind, compliments with an undertone of bitchiness really do not help anybody.

At least amongst all of this commotion there are still the good times. We all had a good night, especially the birthday girl. You can still laugh with everyone and enjoy their company, it just makes it a little harder but lets face it you can’t be besties with everyone. Moral of the story rise above the bitchiness and gnarling nashers, just keep dancing like nobody’s watching. And people just be kind! Like we said, kindness never killed anyone.

The sun is shining and so are we, off to a picnic with two wonderful girlies. Let the appreciation posts commence.

Lots of love,

Sophialafelle Xx

Confessions of a fun-seeking overthinker…

Here it is… that dreaded first blog post that took me almost a year to write.

Starting my first year at university, where everyone is outgoing and self-assured, I felt like a fish out of water. I had decided to apply last minute to what everyone describes as an ‘arty’ University filled with edgy and opinionated creatives.

Throughout secondary school I was ridiculed for my conscientious nature (that’s putting it nicely) . I was a people pleaser determined not to fail or let anyone down. I was kind and tried to be everyones friend, even if they didn’t deserve it. In my new adventure I was desparate to out-grow my anxious dispoistion and prove I was as curious and adventurous as my peers. I was determined to fit in.

Living at home during my first year meant I spent a lot of time crashing at friends and sleeping on floors, but I wouldn’t change it for anything. I was like Hannah Montanna living a double life; I literally had the best of both worlds. I would spend my weekdays in lectures, the library and at pubs with my brand spanking new uni pals; then my weekends at work and at pubs with the same friends I have been with since Primary school.

Whilst trying to slot into my new life I have learnt fitting in is not important, conformity is boring and pleasing everyone is impossible. It is time consuming and takes away from who you really are.

This Summer I will be living by the rules:

  1. Have faith in yourself. You are enough and anyone that thinks differently does not matter.
  2. Be yourself. Live freely and unapologetically, anyone that disapproves will do one soon anyway.

Why don’t you come and explore it with me?

Lots of Love,

Sophialafelle Xx