Dress – Missguided – £8
The best things in life come when you least expect them. Whether that’s opportunities, people, or adventures. (And inspiration for art journalling. Who knew?)
Today, you’re getting something I want to start doing more of on the blog – a look into my life. Today, you’re getting a story. (And an OOTD and a peek into my art journal. My OOTD, just saying, is fucking awesome. As is the story.)
One of the (many) things that I love about London is exactly that – the unpredictability of it all. In the least cliche way possible, there is literally adventure round every corner – if you’re willing to roll with it.
Or, the better way to put it may be, there’s always something that goes wrong.
Some delay, some accident, some person that decided to jump in front of a train and get the entire line shut down. Look, don’t gasp in horror like that – you automatically forfeit your right to sympathy when you decide to turn fuck up the day for the rest of us as your last act on earth. I’ve lived the commuter struggle (and I still bloody do – but not to central London every day anymore, thank Jesus) and I can tell you: let any one of us know that’s how you’re planning to go out and we’ll take care of your problem and murder you first.
Commuting in London is the battle of rage, okay? Nothing else will get you on those packed tubes and to where you need to be on time. It’s not for the faint of heart.
My plan for the day was nice – it was a reunion of sorts. One of my friends in secondary-school, Danielle, and I reconnected after I accidentally stumbled into her while she was at work (she works in a shop; I didn’t, like, break into an office or anything exciting) back in August. We had planned a few things that totally didn’t work – but we were determined.
That Saturday, the 21st January 2017, we were going to bloody do it. The plan? A psychic reading.
Then, London did as London does and the Women’s March against Donald Trump was going on in Trafalgar Square. Which, naturally, we just had to go to. I mean, it was a protest against Donald Trump. And history in the making.
I have to admit, it is slightly surreal to realise that we are living in such a pivotal time – we are currently making history. I mean, technically, we’re always making history, but things like Trump (eugh) are going to be taught in schools in years to come. Britain leaving Europe – it’s crazy to think that the next generation of people will probably need to be explained to that Britain was a part of Europe. Footage of protests will be shown to future generations. Yesterday, we were literally a part of history.
But totally surreal.
Now, being the short-attention-spanned human beings that we are, we walked for about ten minutes then decided to get food. TGIF, by the way, is always a yes. The Jack Daniels burger?
To. Die. For.
And the waitresses? Hot. And nice, I mean she was really nice. On the subject of hot employees (which, come on, is a great subject) I also think we should definitely talk about Jessops as we went to Oxford Street and decided to stop in because I’d accidentally bought a £500 camera from them that morning.
We interrupt this, frankly, rather stupid side story to present the first glimpse of my OOTD. Probably, if not definitely, one of my favourite outfits of all time. Just look at how beautiful it is. Are you suitably distracted from the accidentally buying a half-a-grand camera? No?
Yes, well, okay. There’s not much point explaining how I did it, the point is: I did. And, yes, the people in Jessops laughed at me too. All three of the people serving me.
No, I don’t think it took three either. I think they just liked the story. The laughing was a decent indication too. But yes, the point was: they were all good-looking guys and it just goes to prove you can be smart and beautiful. Aspire for more, kids! (Yes, I cancelled the camera purchase.)
So yes, after that we did a little bit of shopping and then we tried to head home. Key word being tried.
(By the way, this is the first photo on the blog that you can see my tattoo in!)
Now, as I wrote in my journal, “the real highlight of the night was when everything went very, very wrong . . .”. You might look at our day and say that, from our original expectations (those being to get a psychic reading) our day had already gone pear-shaped. But no, London public transport had more in store for us.
So we were going from Waterloo to Clapham Junction to eventually get back to East Croydon Station because the tubes going towards the main stations like Victoria and London Bridge were trauma-inducing. Now, the next station after Clapham Junction was Woking. Do you know where Woking is?
No. Neither did we. Neither does basically anyone. Why? Because Woking is not London. (Okay, yes, it is kind of close to London, but you know what? It doesn’t bloody count.)
You can see where this is going, right? We missed our stop and ended up in Woking?
Not exactly. The train just . . . drove past.
Now, to fully understand the ramifications of this:
- Clapham Junction is one of the busiest, if not the busiest, stations in London. (Just looked it up on Wikipedia and apparently it’s the busiest in Europe. Take that with a pinch of salt.) Pretty much every single mode of transport (DLR, trains, tubes, buses) goes through it and services from the what most would consider to be the “central” stations (Victoria and London Bridge) travel through Clapham Junction.
- This means that a: pretty much the entire bloody train was meant to get off here.
- And B: Clapham was not a vast majority of people’s final destinations. Although we were fine (trains to East Croydon are a dime a dozen and we’re Oyster users, which means we don’t buy tickets for specific trains) a lot of other people missed their trains and, to be blunt, were fucked. In the end, it took us an hour and fifteen minutes to get to Clapham. Imagine how many people missed trains that they both paid (pretty fucking expensive) tickets for and shouldn’t have. A woman was actually crying.
That being said, for Danielle and I . . . it was hilarious.
It was just the icing on the cake for us . . . we’d somehow managed to ruin going home. We were literally in tears, doubled over in laughter while everyone else was taken back to their youthful years with a nice dose of angst. In a weird way, it was a total adventure. We had no idea where Woking was (hey, it sounds further than it is – we could’ve been going hours away for all we knew) and . . . it was funny.
So the mission was then getting back to Clapham – which, by the way, was a 12 stop train. It took us over an hour, but the train was pretty much empty. So naturally we had impromptu polaroid photoshoot.
It was just hilarious. It was one of those moments that really reiterated, to me, how important it is to choose your friends wisely. The people you choose to spend your time with directly affect how you’ll experience it. Loads of my other friends would’ve been moody and annoyed – but Danielle and I were in hysterics.
We got to Clapham Junction and some guy that went to our secondary school, Max, happened to be working at the pretzel stand we went to. (Coincidences abound.) It ended being a pretty nice catch up and we found that this September a couple in our year is getting married.
Half our year isn’t even 18 yet – Danielle isn’t; I only turned last month. But, yes, they’re engaged and they’ve set a date. I’m not sure if I’m impressed or scared for them.
Anyway, that was the last leg of our adventure. Just saying, this counted as one of my 101 Date Ideas (go for a meal) – and it was hilarious. See, I know my shit. If this were a first date, that guy would get a second.
And now onto the outfit.
Remember how in my last OOTD, I divulged to you all how much I simply adore layering? Well . . .
Hello, layered outfit x2. I absolutely love everything about this outfit. The embroidery on the T-shirt, the colour and material of the slip dress . . . the buttons on the slip dress.
Is it possible to be sexually attracted to an outfit, because boys just don’t do this for me.
The great news . . . the top I actually picked up from Primark for £5! The slip dress is from Missguided and is currently on sale for £8. Run, my children, run!
Well, okay – I guess we’re done! I hope you guys like the story – would you be interested in me sharing any more personal-style posts? Let me know your thoughts below – oh, and isn’t the outfit cute?
Finally – last night actually inspired me to use my jounal for once, so I’ll leave you with an image of that!
All the love,