Paisley & mint.

It was back into college again today since I was feeling a bit better.. Luckily it was only Wednesday, a half day, but there was the joy of parents evening as well. To kill time between my last lesson and parents evening only four hours later, I decided not to go home, but went out for lunch with Mum, treating her as a late mother's day present. It was actually a pretty good day, topped off with some more gorgeous weather - although today my dressing inappropriately went to the other end of the spectrum and I ended up being too hot.

Blazer & Ring - ASOS; Dress - Dorothy Perkins; Shoes & Tights - Primark; Earrings - H&M; Necklace - Avon; Bracelet - Pandora.

In one of my more foolish moments, I picked out an outfit more suited to January than March, or at least more suited to a cold day than the beautiful blue one we got today! I was even wearing my heavy-duty black tights, since the others were in the wash.. Big mistake. But however warm I may have been (and don't get me wrong, I adore hot weather), I was actually pretty pleased with this minimal-effort outfit. I have had this dress for quite a while, but since paisley scarf prints seem to be everywhere at the moment, I decided to break it out again. Since the majority of the outfit was black (I am turning into my mother apparently) I opted for my new mint ballet flats to add a pop of new-season colour to the look. A few pieces of delicate silver jewellery finished it off in a classic, slightly understated way.

Okay, now for possibly the first time I am going to do a little bit of shameless promotion.. My best friend has just set up her own fashion blog, literally a few days ago, and even though I might be slightly biased it is absolutely amazing. She has brilliant style, is really entertaining to read & is basically all-round amazing. Go check her out at Dress me i'm your mannequin - it's totally worth a click and a read. Oh and Becca, I love you! 

Love and kisses, Tara xox

a small town fashion blogger.

Now I would love to say I’m going to be a huge fashion blogger with thousands of readers and followers and that I can bring you high fashion inspiration and street style every day, and maybe in a big city that’s possible. However, I live in Somerset, a county known best for cider, not style. You’re thinking I won’t be very a la mode either, but (flattering myself here) I think I am one of the more fashion conscious members of the West Country. Don’t get me wrong, lots of my friends, and people I see on the street dress well... just not high fashion looks.

If I’m honest, I’m not very haute couture either. I’m a 17 year old college student with a part time job waitressing, from a middle-ish class family. I may be able to afford a bulging wardrobe, but I’m more Topshop than Prada (I’m actually a little obsessed with Topshop, but more of that later). So, how do I even expect to start blogging fashion, living out in the sticks with an utterly high-street wardrobe?

Well. My parents call me a ‘fashion victim’ at least once a day because I have clothes bursting out of my drawers, and hate wearing the same outfit twice, in an attempt to be on top of trends and ahead of my friends in the style stakes. If I go shopping with a friend, you can guarantee I’m the little shopping devil on their shoulder, and they will buy more things than they originally expected, because I judge prices comparative to designers, and always encourage them to ‘live a little’ and spend money! I read about 5 fashion magazines a month, and dream of owning the designer labels, while practicing the newest hair and makeup looks. To me, appearance is everything. When I’m out anywhere, I want people to compliment me, and I want to know I look good.

Also, despite being ‘in the back of beyond’ out here, when I go out I usually get comments on my outfits such as ‘you look like you’re out of a west end show honey, you look terrific’ while in my 1950s-esque outfit (see below) or ‘you must be a real individual’ while wearing a flower headband and floral printed dress. My friends sometimes tell me I’m being stared at, because I’m dressed up a little too much for college – they wear jeans, ballet pumps and sometimes even commit the sin of trackies; while I rock maxi dresses, headbands and wedges. I always think ‘if you dress down, there’s barely any point dressing up, people will remember the off days more’.

Oh, and I have a tendency to ramble, so I’d better hush now, and save my musings for later posts... hopefully now you believe me when I say I’m fashion obsessed, possibly too much so, and an aspiring member of the fash-pack. I’ll try to post as often as I can, to give you my little take on trends, celebrities and anything else that inspires me! If you’re hanging around the West Country and dressing covetably, don’t be surprised to see me rush towards you, camera hanging from my wrist, to beg for a photo... Love and Kisses, Tara xox