What a Difference Three Months Makes

There are only so many times one can apologise and promise to change before the words become meaningless. I think I'd passed that point by the start of July, so I'm not even going to bother anymore.
I've been meaning to get back to this for a while, but with every thing that goes unposted I'm in need of a yet more awkward re-introduction (i.e What you're reading right now.)

Anyway, before I go further into a self deprecating ramble, here's a brief catch up of what's been going on in my life:

- I was back at House of Holland for Fashion Week, and I was working with Steve off of STR. After how I'd spoken about him on here, you can imagine how embarrassing that was. Oh, but before you say that of course he wouldn't have read it, he had. (Thanks for that Ruan.)
He was actually really lovely abut it, saying it was really well written and quite funny, and wholly agreed with what I'd said about some of the other people from the show, but I won't be bitchy and repeat exactly what was said (well, not here, but give me a couple of drinks and tell me how pretty I am and I may be less discreet.) I also met Zainab from the show, who was equally pleasant.

- I proceeded to make a drunken tit of myself at post-show drinks, so may not be back at HoH; well, not for a good few years anyway. But that's not my fault, what do you expect when you give a boy access to unlimited free prosecco and margaritas?

(Really, who uses red-eye correction nowadays?)

- I've spent most of first term on a menswear group project collaborating with Albam. Granted, the whole conservative, practical, outdoors-y influenced thing isn't really my style, but the designers from Albam have all been really lovely, attractive and supportive of my group's collection, so I can't complain really. The group work aspect, on the other hand, is making me want to die. Again, my group are (on the most part) lovely, but the whole concept just doesn't agree with me, especially the way my course goes about it, but I've ranted about that enough without going on at you too.

- I have developed a bit of a thing for sweatshirts, although that's begun to fade; I'm more about knitwear now. Slightly dreading the day I have to return the jumper I stole from Maeve, but then again, any excuse to go to London for a few days.

- I've finally begun to grasp the idea of layering, about a month and a half late.

I think that's pretty much it for now; I've just got back to Belfast for a few days before I head off to New York, but more on that to follow.

DSH. x

p.s. Who doesn't love getting death stares from a lipless Nicola Roberts?