WEARING: Nothing particularly interesting.
Jacket, Shoes, Trousers, Top (My necklace is from ASOS, but doesn’t appear to be on the website any more. My pin is a double heart with my blood type on it; it symbolises the link between donor and patient, and donating blood, if you can, is something I feel so strongly about.)
I doubt I’ll post many OOTD-style posts and there are a two sound reasons for this. Firstly, I never dress nicely. Seriously, I dress exactly the same everyday - the same way I have since I was about 13. Secondly, I can’t take good self-shots (I’m actually fairly slim and not even that short, all evidence to the contrary) .
Born to be wild,
Hetty
EYES: A perfect Friday at ABZ beach.
What an utterly perfect day it was. There were eleven boats moored in the bay at one point, and two pairs of Vans filled with sand. Today is the first day of my life post-Olympics, so I need to find a new obsession and learn to cope with the fact that television no longer comes with commentary.
Born to be wild,
Hetty
Holding hands for the last time.
19/11/1997 - 29/04/2012
My best friend, and first love.
Work Station #2
After a fruitful day spent staring at my computer screen and tutting about the volume of other students’ headphones, I am now crammed into the dingy corner of my bedroom I call my office.
Of course, the evening I have planned is bound to be industrious, but to assist me in my studious endeavours I have:
A glass of Dr. Stuart’s Slim Plus tea to counteract the McDonald’s a struggled my way through this evening.
The (now discontinued) “Nero” candle by Boujies London: bergamot, black pepper, vetiver and amber.
Photos of my favourite boos. My #1 whilst in utero, and my #2 whilst in The Little Belmont Hut after pints of Guinness in Ma’s.
All I need now is my will to live.
Born to be wild,
Hetty
Work Station #1
You know deadlines are looming when it’s a struggle to get a seat on the sixth floor of the university library. Here’s where I’ve spent the morning, and where I’ll be until my Papa comes and collects me at five o’clock.
I have:
A Royal Gala apple for 47kcal of brain fuel.
My bicycle notebook, which I write all my secrets in. (She’s filled with secrets.)
My turquoise lined Post-Its, so I can feel studious as I cross things off of lists.
A big cup of foam from the Costa Coffee situated right here in the business school. It’s meant to be a primo latte with sugar-free hazelnut, but as I can’t be bothered arguing with the battle-axe that runs the kiosk, foam will suffice.
A bottle of still Scottish mineral water. It’s such a thing to have Scottish mineral water in Scotland. Is it a total thing to have native mineral water everywhere else? Or does everywhere else just want Scottish water too? I can’t remember the last time I drank French water. That’s just no longer a thing.
Born to be wild,
Hetty
Scones and coffee at half past ten. Here’s to the restorative powers of a Sunday morning with friends. I’m just so much more positive today, although I couldn’t fail to be chirpy after my wake up call came in the form of my little girl stroking my face. There’s no sweeter alarm clock on this planet, even if she does like to set herself for 6 a.m. I’ve had the loveliest afternoon, snuggled on the sofa watching Twin Peaks Season Two while little V comes and goes. Its been seven years since I watched Season One for the first time, so getting involved with S02 has been a long time coming.
Born to be wild,
Hetty
(Photos courtesy of @jjhearty)
@jjhearty and V - buddies out for a run. (Taken with instagram)
Hi. (Taken with instagram)
Lauren Conrad curls. (Taken with instagram)
Heavenly moments with my little family. (Taken with instagram)
