Hometime

Being a student is fantastic! The freedom, the independence, the ability to be my own person and do my own thing is completely liberating. But there's nothing quite like being at home either. Maybe it's being looked after by my mum or the good old home-cooked food my dad makes me,  but nothing beats it!

I'm spending this weekend at home, and away from Uni for the first time in just under two months, and I'm so looking forward to it. Needless to say, the train journey is less than fun. Three hours of looking out of a filthy window from which I can barely see anything, can get a little boring at times. Not to mention the stress of finding which train is the right one! I'm awful at train stations and always seem to find myself on the wrong platform going to the wrong place. Like the time I tried to take the simple 15 minute journey from Ipswich to Needham Market and ended up in Felixstowe with no money to get back!

Despite all the stress and tiredness that travelling causes me, I know that at the end of it, the reward is worth it. Not only do I get to spend a long weekend with my family, and have a full Sunday roast, but I get a few days free from washing, cleaning, cooking and doing the washing up, something which I'm certainly not complaining about. It's not that I'm lazy, but everyone likes to be looked after from time to time, growing up is hard work!

Vintage Fashion

Broke, poor, skint...just a few words to describe my current situation! Yet I still found myself at the Engine Shed on Saturday, experiencing Lincoln's first vintage fashion fair. 

Apparently, despite my size zero bank balance, fashion is still a necessity! I spent over two hours rummaging through the clothes, shoes, jewellery and handbags, delighted at how far my money would stretch! 

There's something about vintage which makes it irresistible. Maybe it's the individuality that each garment brings, the fact that I know i'm not going to walk down the street and see the exact same dress/boots/blazer walking towards me. Or perhaps it's the story behind the clothes and knowing that someone else has loved and cared for the same piece. Either way, at £15 for two dresses, I would have been mad to resist. 

At a time of recession and lots of student debt, vintage is definitely the way to go. The advice of any sensible individual who is unaware of the importance of fashion would be to stop buying clothes altogether as my wardrobe is sufficiently full...but that would be no fun at all!