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May. 20th, 2006 04:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI am still in Cambridge. This is due to Doctor Who being on, um, really early, and me not being able to get a decent train home. Yes. That is a good reason and it even sounds convincing.
*nods*
I have done all my reading for shiny medieval history, and therefore Might Not Fail that one, and although I have done nothing for Russian Lit, I actually don't need to, as it is my third subject and secondly all the questions on the past papers are, um, the same but in slightly different orders, so I'll breeze over the history and all will be well.
I am shockingly overdrawn.
This did not stop me from, um, nancing out amongst the scary city of Cambridge and Buying Stuff. I always forget how beautiful it is here; the colleges and cathedrals and churches take my breath away with the splendour and, well, other than the lack of natural green stuff which freaks me out a bit, I think I would be happy living here. Which, I suppose, I'll end up doing in a few years, so...
Anyway! Shopping! I have a very big ball dress that is black and involves having about three people lace me up whilst I scream "NO! MAKE IT TIGHTER! I CAN TAKE IT!" in the manner of a well-dressed Victorian princess. It is, basically, my Gothic Princess dress; there are photos lying about on my LJ where I wore it for various Leavers Balls and also the St Andrews Christmas Ball. I assumed that I would wear it for the Jesus College May Ball (get me and my poshness!) but, well, several problems have dawned on me. Firstly, it is, well, very Gothic Princess, and the big skirt is not so suited for a ball inMay June. Secondly, well, it involves being laced up, and I don't entirely trust Simon to do the process. Nothing against him, obviously, but it takes the girly principles of "I CAN TAKE IT!" to not freak out and panic that I am breaking a bit. I tried to make my Dad help with it, once, and he genuinely freaked out, being mildly worried he was breaking my ribs. Mum had no such qualms, naturally.
So, dress? She is not suitable.
Today, I scoured the charity shops of Cambridge, having seen a beautiful dress in Oxfam yesterday. It had sold, unsurprisingly, so I went on a wander in the light rain around the little side-streets, seeing aforementioned churches, etc, when I strolled past a market stall.
I actually stopped, turned around, and walked back to it. It had, literally, hundreds of all these beautiful dresses and skirts, and I went for a wander through the racks on the off chance that there might be something.
There was! It is, well, not unlike the one I had previously. It's black, and a second-hand piece from Laura Ashley, but the skirt is much more simple and falls down neatly, and with naught but a zip serves to keep my stomach flat and flares a little around my hips. I do look a little bit hourglassy, but that's not a bad thing.
I had budgeted, out of My Minimal Savings and my Overdraft of Doom, £100 and anything extra for accessories. I spent £25 and because it is the same colour as my other dress, I don't need new make-up, or a new wrap, or jewellery. I'm going to get new shoes purely on the basis that I've had my old ones since I was fourteen, but, you know, hee.
I am a happy Colleen, despite the fact I still have quite a lot of work to do and also that I am going back to St Andrews for my final five days there. I'm in total denial. Surely I can't have finished a year already?
~Hathy_Col~
*nods*
I have done all my reading for shiny medieval history, and therefore Might Not Fail that one, and although I have done nothing for Russian Lit, I actually don't need to, as it is my third subject and secondly all the questions on the past papers are, um, the same but in slightly different orders, so I'll breeze over the history and all will be well.
I am shockingly overdrawn.
This did not stop me from, um, nancing out amongst the scary city of Cambridge and Buying Stuff. I always forget how beautiful it is here; the colleges and cathedrals and churches take my breath away with the splendour and, well, other than the lack of natural green stuff which freaks me out a bit, I think I would be happy living here. Which, I suppose, I'll end up doing in a few years, so...
Anyway! Shopping! I have a very big ball dress that is black and involves having about three people lace me up whilst I scream "NO! MAKE IT TIGHTER! I CAN TAKE IT!" in the manner of a well-dressed Victorian princess. It is, basically, my Gothic Princess dress; there are photos lying about on my LJ where I wore it for various Leavers Balls and also the St Andrews Christmas Ball. I assumed that I would wear it for the Jesus College May Ball (get me and my poshness!) but, well, several problems have dawned on me. Firstly, it is, well, very Gothic Princess, and the big skirt is not so suited for a ball in
So, dress? She is not suitable.
Today, I scoured the charity shops of Cambridge, having seen a beautiful dress in Oxfam yesterday. It had sold, unsurprisingly, so I went on a wander in the light rain around the little side-streets, seeing aforementioned churches, etc, when I strolled past a market stall.
I actually stopped, turned around, and walked back to it. It had, literally, hundreds of all these beautiful dresses and skirts, and I went for a wander through the racks on the off chance that there might be something.
There was! It is, well, not unlike the one I had previously. It's black, and a second-hand piece from Laura Ashley, but the skirt is much more simple and falls down neatly, and with naught but a zip serves to keep my stomach flat and flares a little around my hips. I do look a little bit hourglassy, but that's not a bad thing.
I had budgeted, out of My Minimal Savings and my Overdraft of Doom, £100 and anything extra for accessories. I spent £25 and because it is the same colour as my other dress, I don't need new make-up, or a new wrap, or jewellery. I'm going to get new shoes purely on the basis that I've had my old ones since I was fourteen, but, you know, hee.
I am a happy Colleen, despite the fact I still have quite a lot of work to do and also that I am going back to St Andrews for my final five days there. I'm in total denial. Surely I can't have finished a year already?
~Hathy_Col~
