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| Crop Top: Topshop Culottes: Topshop Shoes: ASOS |
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| Hat & Gown: Probably not available at most high street stores... |
So, last Tuesday I graduated. For the the past three years, I've been able to use the classic "but I'm a student" excuse for basically everything - having no money, watching Netflix until the early hours and living off toast...what a life. For the past seven days, I've been on an adulthood adrenaline rush. I joined a gym, force-fed myself fennel and started my first full time job at Thank Social; probably won't commit to the fennel, but the job seems to be a keeper.
The Graduation day itself was a combination of stressful faffing and holding back tears. Nobody knew what to wear - not that it mattered since, for the most part, any outfit would be enveloped by a huge black cloak. The guidelines suggested something dark and plain, which most people dutifully ignored. Me included, opting for these Topshop culottes, which are so versatile - they work for everyday wear and, apparently, can be made into a formal outfit as well. And they're not black! Well done me.
The Hogwarts-esque ensemble isn't exactly something I'll be desperate to wear again - not that I'll have that chance now - *cry*. But it was quite fun walking around pretending to be all fancy and intelligent. Although any overly-enthusiastic head movements did mean that the hat would instantly end up on the floor...which was tricky.
The Hogwarts-esque ensemble isn't exactly something I'll be desperate to wear again - not that I'll have that chance now - *cry*. But it was quite fun walking around pretending to be all fancy and intelligent. Although any overly-enthusiastic head movements did mean that the hat would instantly end up on the floor...which was tricky.
It feels very odd to no longer be in formal education. But I'm hoping that working full time in social media will push me into blogging more regularly...like I keep saying I will...apologies.
Hannah xx
Hannah xx
(N.B. There is no way to make a mortarboard hat look even remotely normal. I genuinely think that whoever designed them was having a bit of a joke, and then accidentally created a formal tradition spanning hundreds of years.)
(N.B 2.0. Yes, that's my mum. Yes, she is great.)
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