Cheepfrills is back and is breaking its vow of silence. I want to make a go of this blog and that means a) regularly updating and b) revealing its existence. I still miraculously manage to get about 100 hits a day, considering I have only told a few close friends about it, so am now determined to make it something I am proud to promote.You can now expect regular outfit posts, product reviews, hair experiments, handmade creations courtesy of Lincoln and much more.
So what have I, cheepfrills creator, been doing with myself the past month? If I was to go in to the gory details of my couples holiday, complete with arguments, tears and a hysterical bike ride resulting in me throwing the offending article in to a hedge, we'd be here all day. So here's a brief pictorial update-
My boyfriend's dad lives in a beautiful French farmhouse in Angers, completely isolated and utterly peaceful. He is also a photographer, ex-mod and general all-round cool dude, with one of the best clothing collections I have ever seen. Think rails upon rails of vintage leather jackets, Levi's in every colour of the rainbow, Dr Martens, flannel shirts and various strange flea market finds like this sublime Navajo coat below:
And just 1 euro! While we're on the subject I'd like to point out that the crochet top was 50 centimes from another market we visited, where I also picked up a fleece lined denim waistcoat for 3 euros (this has been given to the boy but he's not convinced).
Le maison.
Next was Standon Calling, where I had to abandon my extreme dislike of camping/portaloos in the face of a free ticket. Highlights included my bra snapping at the front whilst wearing a sheer shirt and then being asked to have my photo taken for the Topshop style blog. As you might imagine, tightly crossed arms and a rabbit in the headlights expression ensured that I didn't make the final cut.
In light of the fact I have an interview tomorrow, I've been thinking a lot about 'smart' clothes and what constitutes the perfect interview outfit. On the disastrous occasion I decided to go for an interview with a certain world-renowned insurance company, I wore a bright orange blazer, black pencil skirt, red lips and nails and a beehive. Now, in hindsight I can see this was entirely inappropriate, but when I walked in to the soulless glass labyrinth that is their offices in Tower Hill I felt worlds apart from all the other grey twin-piece clad candidates- and ultimately- relieved by this fact. The disdain felt by my interviewing panel as they cast a critical eye over my get up was palpable, and as they told me about the insurance game, calling themselves 'ambulance chasers' and revelling in their 'desire for disaster', I knew I was in the wrong place. By the time we'd come to the subject of the G20 protest and interviewer #1 said with rather too much relish 'Oh yes, I was glad to hear the Barclay's boys gave some of those protesters a good kicking', I couldn't escape soon enough.
But I digress. I suppose the point I'm trying to make is, as much as my parents long for the day I admit defeat and go for a nice banking job, I could never thrive, develop, least of all be happy, in any of those sorts of industries, and not being able to truly express myself with my clothing would play a part in that discontent. So back to tomorrow's interview. The official title is Writer/Web editor & Content producer for a new start-up website, and would involve research, writing features/reviews, editing, proof-reading- all things I have a geekish LOVE for doing and that my degree has more than equipped me to do well. It sounds perfect. So, naturally, I am nervous as hell. Which begs the question, whatonearthamIgoingtowear?
I will post the final decision. Stay tuned folks.
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