The English Mademoiselle Diaries

The dizzying height of the buildings roof was under rated, adrenaline pours in to every vein in your body as you look down at the busy city below. You feel infinite as people go about their business and forget who they are in the rush to please others. There it is again the thought of setting them free, oh but how, some people pray for the worlds population you turn up the radio loud enough to block the world out and feel free for that moment.

Blouse - Red Herring, Vest and Skirt H&M

The gloves were made my friend mum.

My procrastination of my homework was actually productive in a way apart from the pile of homework I still have to do...

The Story bit...
The thought of him, his laugh and the ruff velvet sound when he speaks. That is what keeps her going, going forwards. Her head spins in a spiral but she just keeps on going.
In the hope she will make it, so he can see her once more. She will make so much noise the world can't ignore her.
Then with a puff of cigarette smoke she was gone from here.

The Fashion bit...
Dress - Jack Wills, Tights - Tescos, Shoes - New Look
For the next 365 days, 1 year I will try to wear a different outfit every day with no repeats.

Many thing made me wear what I wore today, but first and foremost was a youtube video with Thanksgiving outfit ideas on it. And the song in the background was just perfect for this time of year and weather. (Winter Moon by Mindy Gledhill)
Jumper - BHS
Shirt - Ralph Lauren Denim
Jeans - New Look

Many things are black and white, but more live within that grey area that sits between.This was a topic that had been weighing on Alison's mind for a while now. The question was where did she fit in all of this. There were things that only she knew which made them black and white to her eye."It's as though as soon as I say what I think the issue becomes a grey area to be avoided" she said out loud to an empty room. The sound echoed off the fading white walls. The only thing that will forever be black and white even when they fade are the keys of a piano. Her fingers played softly as if she were trying to separate the white and black from the grey that was her mind. Then a whisper to herself "I am the grey area".

All that glitters is golden, well that's what they say. But how can that be true, when the sun shines everything glitters. Today was different though, she awoke shaking on the floor, the space above her span and swirled. This wasn't the way she imagined it to end. Fragments of the last mornings events were but wisps of smoke compared to the throbbing in her side.
I feel I ought to explain, although it is somewhat difficult. You see it all began as a game, like many tales do, except that the game was her own. A game in which she made and broke the rules.

(I am trying a new technique of writing. The idea is to write a short beginning of a story based on a key word from my Outfit Of The Day picture.)

One can never have too much cake.

Happened to be one of those days where I managed to pull a competent outfit out of the wardrobe without too much brain work. And the Bow Tie, god only knows why I put that on.

The English Mademoiselle Diaries

I feel like I could lose my mind...

Spinning round my head...

Ivy League Prep...

Black and White

All that glitters.

Let them eat cake...

Let me see...

oh darling!

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