Hello!!!!!!!! For those of you following on Social Media you will know that sadly I’ve been unable to blog recently due to the servers being hacked. This has been an absolute nightmare, especially at the point where we thought over 6 years of blog posts were lost forever. Luckily we have been able to get back online and fingers very tightly crossed the problem is well and truly over. We are currently running on a version of Beta so please bear with us whilst we iron out the last few glitches. Thanks you so much to everyone for sticking with us through all of this, your support really has kept me going. We are back and will soon be better than ever 🙂
Lots of love,
I didn’t take a break from blogging, however as you know I have slowed things down this year after starting a new full time job and relocating it was hard to find the time and energy to create a photoshoot. On top of that working in sustainable fashion has put something of, not quite a guilt trip, but something of a more concious state of mind in play. I started to question my own shopping habits and in return what I was blogging about. I haven’t gone cold turkey on fashion but I have certainly changed, I will write a full post on this as its pretty interesting. What I wanted to talk about here is something else which is a big part of my life. For those of you on Instagram (@SuperElevated) this will come as nothing new, whilst I have forgone the fashion addiction (somewhat) I have been investing in another area. My body and body art. I had my first tattoo aged 16, I followed that up with five more over the next few years the last I think I was around 20, as an undergrad at university, was to remain unfinished for the next 12 years. I can’t tell you why it took that long, the most recent years having a tattoo was impossible due to the immuno-suppressant medication I had to take. I guess it was just something out of mind if not always out of sight. My first tattoo on my wrist I have now lived with just as long with, as without. When something is so much a part of you it isn’t a concious thing, not for me anyway. Its like remembering you have a left knee everyday, you just don’t.
A lot changed for me this year, another thing was finally coming off my medication, not cured but lets say on hold, how long for it isn’t known, a day, a month, ten years? But I feel mostly ok and that’s good enough for me, without the steroids I’ve been getting fit again and I think that was the first stage in deciding to get the unfinished tattoo on my thing sorted out. After putting a lot of thought into it, myself and my artist decided that a cover up would be the best option but due to the heavy black outlines a few sessions of laser removal first would give the best result. Everything I am mentioning here I will write about separately in more detail, gory photos too if you like. But this is the first time in a while I’ve really felt I had something to say without visuals to speak for me. Tomorrow is something of a big day for me, it doesn’t really feel like it is yet but I guess it must do in a way for me to be typing out the waffles like this. As of tomorrow I will go from being someone with a few tattoos to the first stage of the process in becoming what some would class as heavily tattooed. Its not a decision I’ve taken lightly or rushed into, obviously as I am well aware of the impact your appearance has on your life. But sometimes there are just some things you need to do, this is one of them. So whilst I am not changing the nature of the blog from fashion to tattoos, it will of course change in some ways as I do. I’ve never had a set agenda for the blog, its just rolled with me over the years and hopefully will continue to do so for many more. Lets say then its something of a new chapter.
Why the Converse photos? I got this new pair not even two weeks ago and they are already covered in blood and ink, custom body, custom shoes. I got these from Spartoo where these All Stars and some other styles are on sale. I hadn’t worn Cons for years and have been living in these, so comfy. Although I’m not sure cream was the wisest colour choice for me!
┬áHere are a few Instagram snaps of what I’ve been wearing to work, mostly suit co-ordinates or skirt and jacket combos. Have to say I looking forwards to being able to shed the winter coats.
1. all Vivienne Westwood, Anglomania coat, suit and shirt, Gold Label Mary-Jane shoes
2. vintage velvet jacket, Whistles skirt, Markus Lupfer tshirt, Rupert Sanderson Bessie shoes
3. all Vivienne Westwood, Red label Harris Tweed Love suit and heart jumper
Okay, okay I know promise this is the last snoozeberg post about homeware! Well at least for a while. If TK Maxx would deliver ten paces across the street I would be the proud owner of a huge green flocked mirror, alas I had to get one off eBay from the Mirror Outlet (highly recommended) because nowhere delivers any more. As it turns out I should have gone to eBay in the first place as there were tons of great options. In the end I decided a 6ftx6ft mirror was excessive even for selfie queen like me and got this one 5.8ft x2.3ft which fits nicely in my hallway. On the plus side I can now get back to outfit blogging even if it is only iPhone snaps (that whole tripod and trigger set up might happen one day). One last homeware hit, kitsch tea set up. Is that not the coolest milk jug you ever did see?
I promise to take some fabulous professional photos once I have settled in but here are some iPhone snaps of my new pad. Feels like I have been here a lot longer than 6 weeks, but the fact I seem to have only bought cushions with regards to furniture tells another tale. As does the sorry sight of the bedroom which looks like a carboot sale, sure I will get round to sorting it out eventually (possibly, maybe). I finally found a full length mirror which will be delivered soon so we can back to the business of fashion!
There seems to be a reoccurring theme here! Cushions are starting to take over my apartment, but really can you ever have too many cushions? Will do a proper tour soon, settling in well and enjoying Sheffield. Although living a stones throw from TK Maxx and John Lewis is proving dangerous. Cushions a mix from Ikea – first photo, Home Sense, TK Maxx – all the green, pink, purples, Dunelm – sheepskin and shoe print and the skull came all the way from Mexico.
I’ve got myself a new job, yay! Its a 2.5hr door to door commute, boo! It was one of those situations that don’t come along all too often, the dream job scenario, the 10+ years of university finally paying off type scenarios. I had the interview and started my first day all within a week, to say the 1.5hr expected commute turning out to be an hour longer and getting up the wrong side of 6am has all been a bit of a shock to the system. I am still not sure if I will be moving to Sheffield, does anybody ever get used to such crazy commutes? Or perhaps I will earn a loyalty bonus at the local Travel Inn? But I have an amazing job researching sustainable fashion with two renowned universities which I couldn’t be happier about. My shoes however are protesting, Sheffield it seems is rather hilly and extremely wet at the moment. In one week I have managed to destroy two pairs of shoes and one pair of trousers – I promise I am not usually this accident prone! Luckily trainers are having a bit of a come-back so I have ordered myself a pair for trekking up those hills and no doubt by the end of another week my office bookcase will contain more shoes than books – you know that’s how I roll. I just need to find out where the local bloggers hang out and I am sure I will settle in fine, oh that and locate a full length selfie mirror, I swear not one in the building, I will have to have words. Oh one more thing, lets pray it doesn’t snow!
I have the tendency to have one favourite pair of shoes, I wear them and wear them until they are close to falling to pieces. Here are my most recent favourites, the red ones my last victim. Sorting out shoes for a trip to the cobblers, I started thinking about all the nicks and scuffs on my shoes. Where I might have been, what I was doing when the wounds occurred. The stories they might tell. Some I remember, others unaware. My left shoe always needs reheeling before the right, as I carry my bag on that arm and it is always over stuffed and far too heavy. I think there is something so personal about shoes, the way they mould to your feet and can alter the way you walk, act, think. To end a wistful quote from a Vogue article I recently read ‘What would life have looked like had I walked in different shoes? Would I have fallen for different men?’ Rather intriguing, don’t you think.
I know I had sworn off buying fashion magazines but when I saw this shoot of Cara Delevigne for ID recreating the famous Sara Stockbridge one I knew I had to get it. I also picked up Tank since it was the 15th anniversary special, yeah I know I don’t know who I am trying to kid. Thanks to Tesco clubcard points I’ve got a Grazia and Harpers Bazaar subscription for free too starting this month. It will be interesting to see if I’ve missed them. For those of you that don’t know I went from buying around ten fashion mags each month, Grazia and Look weekly. Besides the fact it was costing a small fortune, I went from gobbling up every single word to having a vacant flip through, until I got to the point where I was just bored of them all. So I went on a fast, only reading Style.etc because of course I write for them. Did I miss them? Not really, I started watching Youtube videos in my down time instead. I didn’t really think much of my magazine break until I announced it at a talk on street style a few months back, to the sharp intake of breath of the audience. A fashion blogger who doesn’t read fashion magazines! OMG! It will be interesting to read these and see what I’ve been missing. The Cara shoot is utter perfection, especially the maroon velvet crini look. I must scan the original Sara shoot for you as most of the images are never seen, if you can’t wait check out my Instagram feed @SuperElevated as I snapped them a while back.
ID Priceless issue images courtesy Vivienne Westwood