Thinking about the future is something that I find both incredibly exciting yet terrifying at the same time. From a young age we are told that everything we do dictates our future - whether that be the options we choose to study or the grades that we achieve at the end.

I know that "we're in control of our own destiny" and all that jazz, but something we have absolutely no control over is the hurdles that we are going to face in the next five or ten years, which I believe play a massive part in influencing the path we take and where we end up.

For as long as I can remember, my dream has been to live in London with a pet bulldog named Princess, yet what if in the next few years I develop an allergy to dogs or decide that living in miserable England just isn't doing it for me anymore?

Looking back just a year ago, so much has happened that I never ever EVER thought would. One particular thing that I never expected is that I would actually be considering going to University. For someone who has always said that they're "not clever enough to go to Uni", I have spent hours over the past month looking at University courses that interest me and checking out when the open days are.

Although I have come such a long way in believing in myself and my capabilities, that still doesn't mean that I find the process any less daunting - it all seems like a massive decision to be making at such a young age (especially for someone who takes at least double the 'normal' time to make tiny little decisions). Student loans, fees and accommodation all appear to be so complicated to me, and it makes me feel so incredibly lucky that I have parents who are willing to help me understand / sort out all of that.

Not going to University is something that is viewed as strange, and a rebellion against the social norm. "Which uni do you think you'll go to?", "What course are you going to study?" and "Have you been to any open days?" are an example of questions which I have been asked repeatedly over the past couple of months.

Don't get me wrong, I would absolutely LOVE to go to University, and I know that I would be so proud of myself for accomplishing that - but I don't think that it is something that should be necessarily expected and assumed amongst modern day society, particularly when there's so many other options you can consider.

A paid apprenticeship is something that I have been looking into, as this both eliminates the massive student debt you come out with at the end of University, and also gives you hands on experience of the real working world.

Decisions, decisions, decisions.

I know that in order to be successful, you need to work hard - and I'm definitely not one to be lazy when it comes to achieving my goals, yet sometimes it feels a shame that we're going to spend such a massive percentage of the last year of being with the people we've known for a huge chunk of our lives stressing about what's going to happen if we don't send in our personal statements on time, or if we don't score full marks on a practise paper.

There's so many stories I've heard about people getting so ill from the stress of all of this, and it does make me question whether it's worth it. Is it worth sleepless nights, random floods of tears or even stress hives?  (don't google them if you've got a weak stomach)..

At the end of the day, something I have to keep telling myself is that grades are not everything. I am completely aware how hypocritical that is, especially because I had an absolute meltdown over my predicted grades, but it actually breaks my heart that so many people think letters on a sheet of paper define who they are.

Life is definitely waaaaaay too short to worry about things like that.

Thank you so much for reading my little rant, it's just something that's been on my mind recently.

♥ See you next Wednesday ♥

Love,
Grace x

As a sucker for anything moderately historic, when my mum suggested a trip to Capesthorne Hall I jumped at the chance. Home to the Bromley Davenports since 1726, this was by far one of the most spectacular houses I have ever seen in my life.

♥my pretty sister♥

The gardens were beautiful too, with the 100 acres of land surrounding the house and the lake running in between, I felt like I was a combination of Daisy Buchanan and Elizabeth Bennet.


My complete and utter favourite thing about Capesthorne had to be the interior inside the hall. Usually when you visit places like this, it all looks a bit drab and dull, yet here they had painted the walls bright yellows and greens which looked absolutely amazing combined with the historic paintings, sculptures and antique furniture.

Although they said not to take pictures inside, I simply couldn't resist - as hopefully in the future I can use this as inspiration for my own place (it's good to dream big)!

What made the trip particularly special, was that my Nanna came with us. It is so easy to get swept up in the tasks of everyday life, and not stop and think about what is actually important. Family, to me, is something that I value very deeply - and I completely adore spending time with my grandparents.

Doing something a little bit different from what you would normally be doing on a Monday afternoon is so exciting, and it makes it just that little bit more fun doing it with your loved ones.

♥ nanna and mum ♥

Apart from stroking an infected cat and smacking myself in the face with a water bottle, which resulted in a massive lump forming on my lip - it was a lovely, lovely day and the perfect end to the summer holidays.

said cat ... I thought it's yellow eyes were its natural born beauty - oh, how wrong I was 

Thank you so much for reading, I'm sorry for the quality of the images - they're not as sharp as I would've liked them to be, and they certainly don't do the hall justice.

If anyone has any recommendations for cameras, then I'd love to know.

Love,
Grace

Hi Everyone!

So a few months ago I wrote this short story called 'E', and have now decided to publish it on my blog. 

I hope you like it, and please let me know what you think! 

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It was the 1920's and amongst the roaring of Jazz music and sparkly dresses, lived a being who had a secret. This particular person was dearly loved and worshipped by many. Whilst everybody claimed to know them, nobody knew a single thing about them - only the facts that they chose to publicize, which was anything but the truth.

E. Fitzgerald was both a male and a female - hence why they identified by an initial and not a real name. Her stage name was Evelyn Fitz - a famous Jazz singer, whose provocative stage presence stunned many, yet was hard to tear your eyes away from.

He was Edgar Fitzgerald and was a famous writer, whose tales of death and destruction occupied your thoughts for weeks on end. Combined, they were known as 'E' - two different personas, yet only one person. It was strange how nobody even assumed they were related, yet alone the same person.

It was hard juggling this kind of life, yet E wouldn't have it any other way. They believed firmly in the fact that you were put on this Earth to live a life, and it didn't matter how many lives you chose to live.

This idea came from the simple fact that E's mother was supposed to give birth to twins - a girl and a boy. However, upon a series of unfortunate events, E's 'brother' died in the womb. Struggling to accent the fact that her two babies had been whittled down to one, E's mother comforted herself by choosing to believe that E's brother's soul had intertwined with E's, and therefore her two children occupied the same body.

Growing up with this kind of pressure drilled into them, E had to take their mother's word over anything. Parents were the solid foundation of youth, and because E's father possessed a job which required him to spend most of his time away from home, they had to listen to the ideas that their mother constantly repeated over and over again. There was no other choice.

E's childhood was spent in hiding. If they came out one day identifying as a girl, and the next identifying as a boy, people were bound to talk - and this would've resulted in their mother being locked up. They thought that this situation was normal, and had become accustomed to this certain way of life. Their mother promised them that as soon as they were eighteen, they were free to travel the big, scary world.

Of course, their whole life hadn't been spent entirely indoors. When the moonlight was the only light present in the beautiful city of Baltimore. they were given there mother's blessing to explore the quiet streets - as though it was possible to find yourself in an empty city, that's streets echoed with silence.

When E's eighteenth birthday came around, they made the courageous decision to move to New York City. Never one to express an interest towards materialistic goods, E packed their eighteen years of existence into a tiny suitcase and headed off into the real world.

New York City was buzzing with people, and displayed a sense of individuality that E had never experienced before. The city quite literally never slept, so E was forced to brave the harsh daylight and walk around streets that were congested with people from all over the world.

The apartment E lived in was small and dingy, yet was everything that they had ever dreamed of. Still stuck on their previous way of living, E alternated the days upon which they identified as female and then a male.

Throughout Evelyn's adolescent life she dreamed of becoming a singer, and would fill the emptiness of her room with her haunting, yet beautifully eerie voice - mimicking the songs that she heard on her mother's treasured record player.

However, on the chosen days when Edgar would put on his short suit, shirt and tie, a pen and paper became his weapon against the world - his only source of sanity against the unaccepting society he existed in. Dreams of becoming a writer became his deepest wishes, and writing about murder acted as an escapism. Perhaps it is questionable whether these stories of violent murder were his darkest fantasies, as he felt that death was the only place that he would ever be truly accepted.


Set on these separate dreams according to the gender E was on that day, Evelyn worked hard in the studio. and lurked late at night in old Jazz bars - either performing on the stage or smoking and drinking liqueur with rich record producers who promised her that she would "make it".

Edgar, on the other hand, spent his days punching letters on his typewriter and hoping that the words he would type would amount to a mystery so thrilling it was cause perspiration to drip from every pore.

Strangely enough, both Evelyn's and Edgar's success happened at the same time, and soon they were being recognised for their talents. Evelyn found a producer who no longer used her vulnerability to get her into bed, and Edgar made acquaintances with a friendly publisher, who promised to publish his stories as long as he kept writing more.

Both shooting to fame overnight, and having so much in common, it became peculiar to the public why Evelyn and Edgar never attended the same events. Panicking that people were starting to realise, E was forced to come up with a plan.

That night, receiving the news that their mother had suddenly died, E knew that they were free to do whatever they wanted, and didn't need their mother's blessing to do so. E knew that it was time to come clean and let the public know the truth.

E announced their story on national radio, and shocked the world. No longer did they have to hide who they were, yet they still didn't feel happy. With that said, E died the true deaths of both writers and singers combined - a heart full of sorrow and a body overdosed on drugs and cheap alcohol.

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Thank you for reading, I really hope you enjoyed it!

See you next Wednesday.

Love,
Grace x

A few things have got me thinking recently, about the beauty of strangers and how we never truly know who we are walking past in the street and what their story is.

If I could have any super power in the world, it would be to read people's minds. This is mainly because I'm possibly the nosiest person you will ever meet, yet also because I feel like there's such depths to strangers which passers by never truly appreciate or think about.

I did a weeks work experience at Mancunian Matters, a digital newspaper based in Manchester, who on one day paired us up (I was paired with my lovely new friend Paul... who I know is reading this right now) and set us free to roam the streets of Manchester and talk to strangers ...

That sounds a lot weirder than I anticipated.

The guy running the course told us that he believes every person who we pass on the street has their own story to tell, and we were given the challenge of finding out the most interesting story we possibly could in an hour.

Due to the fact that we only had a short amount of time, and some people really DO like to talk - not that that's a bad thing ... unless you're under a strict time limit - we eventually settled for a young girl (who's name I have since forgotten, sorry!) who had met the Queen.

Although this wasn't the story I had in mind, I guess I must've been hoping for a Pride of Britain-esque tale, it was still amazing and definitely the most interesting of the day.

To the cute old married couple who told their story of the deer escaping from the National Park - yours was a close contender, please don't be disheartened.

Anyhow, I suppose what I'm trying to say is that on any other day, I would've just walked straight past this unfamiliar girl on the street with no idea that she had set foot in Buckingham Palace and met HRH. There's a popular belief that you are only five people away from anyone you want to get to. I guess this girl was my first step ... I'm coming for you Queenie!

Going back to what spurred this ramble on, Louise Dougherty is completely to blame. Apple Tree Yard was a book I read recently which had me gripped right through to the end, the mystery of the characters and uncertainty of the ending was definitely responsible for that.

The novel embarks on a tale of a married woman having an affair with a man who radiates more enigma than Sherlock Holmes himself. Now, this blog post focuses on simply walking past strangers we know absolutely nothing about, yet the main character in this novel (Yvonne Carmichael), goes one step further and hops into bed with them.

It was destined to end disastrously, yet not quite in the manner that we automatically assume. Without giving too much away in case anyone wants to read it (I definitely recommend that you do) Yvonne and her 'bit on the side' end up on trial for murder.

Another thought provoking event happened in the airport. There's always been something about airports that I find so interesting, I think it's mainly to do with the fact that they encompass so many different emotions, whilst remaining all under one roof.

Coming back from Rhodes was heartbreaking enough, yet on top of that we had to endure an 8 hour delay. Although this wasn't the best end to our holiday, I'm glad it happened as it allowed us to meet the sweetest old man.

Sporting a Rhodes baseball hat and tired eyes, he just looked like your typical British tourist coming back from the mandatory summer holiday. Yet, after we got chatting to him, he told us about how his wife and daughter both passed away in the same year, to the same awful disease. 

Here was a man who had suffered through so much heartache, yet there was absolutely at all that was bitter about him. Anyone else who had been through what he had may have crumbled and looked at life as though it was poisonous, yet this was the complete opposite to his attitude. I remember him leaning across and saying "live long and take it easy", which I've come to realise was a saying that had kept him going for the past 18 years.

I think I've pretty much written a novel here, so thank you so much if you've managed to read to the end without getting bored! 

My reasoning for this post is to send a message that you shouldn't be so quick to dismiss and judge strangers, as you never know what is going on in their lives - or what amazing stories they have to share with you. 

Finally, I just wanted to say a massive thank you to everyone who was so lovely about my last post, it honestly meant the world to me and was definitely a motivation to write more!

Love,
Grace x 

Just over a week ago, I was inspired by the strangest reflection on my bedroom wall and ended up writing this post on the notes section on my phone. I have refrained from posting this on my blog for about a week now, in fear that this post was overly cringey and pathetic. But I have decided to bite the bullet so here it is ...

Enjoy!

It was around 11:30pm and I was getting ready to get into bed (I live a pretty wild life, I know). I had my glass of water on my nightstand and had left my phone face down next to it. I must've accidentally pressed the torch on as I was suddenly blinded by the brightest light. For some reason, my gaze was directed towards the wall facing me and I noticed a little rainbow reflection shining back at me.


Those who know me will be aware that science is most definitely not a strong point of mine, and instead of looking at things like this and wondering how they have happened - I much prefer sitting back and just admiring the beauty without feeling inclined to figure out how it has been created. "We murder to dissect" is a perception that I feel very strongly about.

This little 'miracle' (which I am now referring to it as) made me feel overjoyed, and had me sat on my bed smiling like a crazy person for a lot longer than I care to admit. A few months ago, I probably wouldn't have even noticed this 'magic' appearing before me, I would've just grumbled at the bright light shining in my eyes. This sudden realisation got me thinking about how much I have changed over the past couple of months.

There comes a time in everyone's life when they have no choice but to stay positive, regardless of how difficult it is to do so. Now, I am most certainly not looking for sympathy at all here - as I have come to absolutely HATE that - but the past year has been difficult, to say the least. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" is something that I have lived by and repeated in my head again and again every single day.

I think that after trauma occurs in your life, it is so easy to tell yourself that life as you know it has ended and that you will never truly be happy again. Part of that is true - your life won't be the same again, but that doesn't mean that you won't ever find happiness.

Over the past year I have developed an extremely positive outlook on life, which - I admit - can be exhausting at times when you would just prefer to stay in bed and close yourself off from everyone around you. Trying to see the good in every situation is challenging at times but also rewarding, especially when you learn to appreciate the little things and not letting silly trivial things bother you as much as they used to.

I strongly believe that every day is a new day, a new beginning and the time to make a decision - 'am I going to be happy or sad today'. To that I (most of the time) answer "HAPPY!!!".

Don't get me wrong, I don't bounce out of bed singing Pharrell Williams' 'Happy' (after sharing a room with my sister for two weeks, she will tell you that that most definitely is not the case) but once I've had my morning coffee I usually develop my regular positive attitude to see me through to the rest of the day.

Something you should constantly ask yourself is 'What makes you happy?'. For me, I would say writing and generally making a bit of an idiot of myself (and Benedict Cumberbatch ... but let's not get into that) - hence why I set up a blog. Your own happiness is personal to you, and the only person who can determine and expand your happiness further is ... YOU.

Happiness, to me, also stems from who you surround yourself with. One thing that I personally cannot stand is being around negative people who like to complain a lot. I am so lucky to have such amazing friends and family, who have gotten me through some of the toughest days of my life. If you surround yourself with people who you can laugh and joke around with, yet also know will stick by you no matter what then I believe you can get through anything. Laughing until your stomach hurts with your favourite people in the entire world has got to be one of my all time favourite feelings.

So there it is. Thank you for reading, and I hope that this has helped in any way that it possibly can. I am planning on writing a LOT more blog posts - I forgot how much I loved writing things that aren't essays - so hopefully see you again very very soon.

Love,
Grace x

Hi everyone,

So mainly due to the fact that Sixth Form has started, and the impact of A - Levels has slowly but surely started to take its toll - I decided to take a quick break from my homework and do what I do best : Online shopping. Unfortunately, due to a lack of a Saturday job, and the simple fact that Christmas is coming up, I have to refrain myself from clicking the 'buy' button and just let my purchases stay in the basket for the rest of eternity *sobs*

The other week, I made the dangerous decision to download the Zara app onto my phone. If you asked me what my favourite shop is, I will 100% of the time answer back that it is Zara. Although it is a little pricey, I do believe that you do get what you pay for. The quality of the clothes is impeccable, and I always find the fit to be of a high standard. So, flicking through the Zara app, I came across a LOT of things which I instantly fell in love with - which I thought I would share below.

Enjoy!

 

Emma Hill (EJStyle.co.uk) recently featured this blazer dress in one of her recent blog posts, and it caught my eye straight away. I love the simplicity of the design, and I think it is something that you would find in Victoria Beckham's line. It also perfectly fits into the whole 'when masculine meets feminine' style, yet adds an approach that isn't quite as masculine.  

http://www.zara.com/uk/en/woman/dresses/shawl-collar-dress-c269185p3037070.html

 

These trousers are very different, and that's what I love about them. Culottes and cropped trousers are the latest trend right now, and offer a quirky approach to an outfit rather than just jeans or trousers. If you're like me, and feel the cold weather more intensely than most, I would say that cropped trousers are the safest option for you (and your ankles!). The flares elongate the legs, and are flattering for any body shape. What particularly makes these trousers special are the two silver zips. If pairing with a black top, the zips give it a little extra shine. The fact that they are horizontal, again, make the trousers flattering and give you a more defined waist line (which is a bonus over the festive season!)

http://www.zara.com/uk/en/woman/trousers/cropped-trousers-c269187p3062046.html 

 



These shoes are a dupe (and much cheaper version!) of the Stella McCartney Britt shoes. The nude and the white give the shoe a neutral and clean feel, and can thereby be paired with any outfit. Teamed with a pair of skinny jeans and a thick jumper, and you have a gloriously simple outfit. In winter, many resort to black and dark coloured clothes, yet these shoes give a bright alternative to the otherwise gloomy and funeral like exterior that many turn at this time of year.

http://www.zara.com/uk/en/woman/shoes/view-all/platform-bluchers-c734142p3133526.html





Can we all just take a minute to admire this bag. With a snakeskin texture, and in burgundy, this bag screams Winter 2015. The gold hardware works perfectly with the deep burgundy, and the detachable strap makes this bag very versatile. Personally, what I love about this bag is the size of it. It's not too small - which is great if you are like me and have many unnecessary things planted at the bottom of your bag (I found random sachets of ketchup in my bag a few days ago... ) - and not too big that you can literally fit your entire house inside of it. Priced at just £30, this is the perfect bag for anybody on a low budget.

http://www.zara.com/uk/en/woman/bags/view-all/mini-city-bag-with-double-closure-c734144p3000569.html   

A few months ago, I purchased a grey midi skirt from Zara, and loved it that much, that I feel like I need more in my life. On the left, is a forest green, pleated edition which I think is very festive, and suitable for this time of year. Forest green is a colour that I have recently become obsessed with, and I believe that this skirt would look perfect with a black polo neck and some fancy earrings. On the right hand side is a leather midi skirt, which I have seen a lot of recently. This is an extremely versatile piece, which can be worn for any occasion. Pieces like this are my favourite, as if an outfit doesn't go as well as you originally planned in your head, you always know that you have a handy back up at the ready.

http://www.zara.com/uk/en/woman/skirts/midi/accordion-pleat-skirt-c498016p2900094.html

http://www.zara.com/uk/en/woman/skirts/midi/faux-leather-skirt-c498016p3060512.html

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was at a party last weekend, and my friend walked in wearing an absolute killer outfit. Dressed simply in head-to-toe black, she spiced things up using her accessories. The item that caught my eye straight away was her necklace. The statement necklace is a trend which has been around for a long time, yet I have never tried it. In actual fact, most of the time I don't really wear jewellery, which is something that I definitely want to change. In the winter, most of my clothes are block colours - and I could make them a lot more interesting if I invested in the right kind of accessories. So, when browsing on the Zara app, I came across this beauty. The fact that it is black means that I will go with just about everything, which is always a bonus.

http://www.zara.com/uk/en/woman/accessories/view-all/jewel-pendant-necklace-c733915p3045512.html 

Blue jeans are an item which I have not worn for a very, very long time. The only reason I have for this, is that I tend to be quite gothic when it comes to clothes (notice how most of the items on here are black), and blue jeans just didn't appeal to me. Until now. After being inspired from everyone - from people I see walking the streets or off duty models, I have come to the decision that I need a pair of blue jeans in my life. These ones are perfect, as they're not too dark ... which pleases my gothic alter-ego, and doesn't make her feel a bit out of her comfort zone. Also, they don't have ripped jeans - which is always a positive, as my pasty white knee caps aren't ready to be on show to the world just yet.

http://www.zara.com/uk/en/woman/jeans/view-all/mid-rise-skinny-jeans-c733918p2810547.html

I have a confession to make.... I think I may have just fallen in love with these boots. Although they are a little different, and you will definitely either love them or hate them, for me it is most definitely love. These boots are the perfect way to inject a bit of texture and colour into your outfit, if you are like me and tend to stick to all black. Paired with jeans, skirts or dresses, these boots are the perfect statement piece to add to any outfit. The capped toe give it a sophisticated approach, and the little heel also adds a touch of glamour and femininity. All in all, these boots are fabulous, and will definitely be going on my Christmas list.

 http://www.zara.com/uk/en/woman/shoes/ankle-boots/cap-toe-ankle-boot-c288001p2927676.html

So, that's everything! Thank you so much for reading, and if anybody has £352.90 spare then don't hesitate to let me know ;)

 

Love from,

GracyViolet x

Every October Holidays, my family and I make it our mission to go on a city break. Here we usually wander round the shops - 'buying Christmas presents (for ourselves, mainly)' and looking at the University. Last year, University seemed an event that was extremely distant from then, but as each year approaches - it gets nearer and nearer.

Newcastle is an extremely friendly place, has great shops and beautiful buildings. Whilst we were there, the weather wasn't the greatest but that didn't stop us from wandering around and taking the city in. Although on the first day, this was done through the windows of shops. I picked up some great things though - so who's complaining? I got a grey hat, which a sassy drag queen told me was nice, but just not on me!

On Thursday, our lovely friend showed us around Newcastle University. The only thing that put me off it, was that it was very science based. Science. My absolute worst subject. Ever! For some reason, I never grasped it - especially Physics, that may as well be another language. Apart from that, I loved how it was very campus based and had a lovely sense of community.

After looking at the University, we went down to the Quayside. It had gotten dark by then, and the Millennium Bridge was lit up and changing colours. We had a Greggs (I chose a vegetable pasty and it was the most vile thing I have ever eaten) and then I forced my family into the Baltic Centre for Contemporary Arts. I personally love art galleries, but sadly the rest of my family don't share a similar interest. My brother and sister even resulting to colouring in, which I believe clearly indicates the sophisticated and cultural member of the family (me! ;) )

Getting the train home at night was fun and exciting, yet incredibly cold. We could even see our breath when we were sat inside the station, which thankfully provided proof that it wasn't me being 'stupid and over reacting' - thanks for that daily compliment, Alice!

Well, that's all for now! I will attach some pictures below of my trip, as always.
Thanks for reading,
Grace x

I felt like I was in New York (sort of...)

Alice looking poised and moody.

It's in his DNA

Fun fact: They had to sellotape the lid of my pick&mix to the carton as I had filled it up THAT much!

My attempt to be 'artsy and tumblr'