I’ve recently been thinking about the fact that I have been in full-time education for sixteen years of my life, and the crazy thought that soon I’ll be setting out into the ‘real world’ and for the first time won’t be in school or university.
I don’t know what it is about this particular January that has got me feeling so glum; maybe it’s the fact that I know the next five months of my degree will be the toughest yet, and then I’ll have to face the uncertain road of where to go next and give up living with my best friends and being constantly surrounded by the comfort and support of some great people.
My love for the colour red only seems to increase. Each season I discover new ways to wear it and come across the most amazing statement item that really defines my personal ‘style’ at that time. The other day someone told me that red is my ‘colour’ and that was kind of an exact summary of the way I feel about it – I don’t think there’s ever been a stage where I’ve been comfortable enough to pull of a certain shade without questioning it, and certainly never one I’ve loved wearing so much.