GRADUATE FASHION WEEK...

So another year, another insane in the membrane backstage few hours of northumbria's fashion design final year showcase at graduate fashion week. I was put in charge of a group of dressers and models for this year, the 'androgynous' group to be precise (how apt what with my new shaven haven head of hair haha). The trip down was awful, coach at the godly hour of SIX AM.urgh. So me an nat brought our cushions and tried our hardest to have a sleep. It didnt happen, so pro-plus for the whole day it was heh.


We managed to get papped by River Islands style stalkers too, and somehow theyv managed to make my body look dwarf-like and my legs look like total tree trunk stumps, and ahem im FIVE FOOT ELEVEN TA!eesh, ahh well.


In past experience most models are, either absolutely lovely, or for want of a better word totally EGO-tastic, and this experience wasn't any different.

'Catheline van Buggenhout' (http://www.visionmodelmanagement.net/WD120AWP/WD120Awp.exe/CTX_19132-9-GrSpYVBwiv/headsheet/SYNC_-1186803812?BOOKMAN1)

and also 'Julie D' were possibly the loveliest models iv ever come across, and stunning too may I add, most definitely ones to look out for in the near future. Lianna Fowler from Britain's next Top Model cycle 2 was also in my group, she was rather quiet to be honest, but did swear alot at me when i had to stick bright red duck tape down the back of her neck to complete a look. Sorry but no need to use the f word my dear heh. My worst experience was a french model called Adama, whom could not speak a word of english and kept trying to have a go at me and I could not understan! The word stroppy was used alot when people were talking about her though, I dont really think she understood that we had less than a minute to get her out of a complete cat-suit, as she tried to dance down every single step from the catwalk dear god.

But everything came together in the end thank jesus ha, and im glad to say that I did not collapse under the pressure, well not as much as I thought i would anyway:).

After the show we all went down the pub for a cheeky amaretto, or two, possibly four, and some amazing cheese on toast.BOSS.

Roll on Northumbria's newcastle show on Thur 25th June at the CIVIC CENTRE of all places, dont know how thats going to pan out but hey we'll see eh! Right im off to sift through the ridiculous amount of clothes i own and attempt to throw some stuff out, which will probs never happen :/. chaioo dobs x

katie doesnt mosh she daaarncess.

So, evolution weekend has came and passed, and it was quite boss. Mystery jETS were mint as always, and I was close to tears at ‘Flakes’, again..as i always am ha.

Ed Macfarlane is officially the sexiest man alive. fact. I have never seen someone shake their hips in a manner like he swung ha, and it was hilarious to see all the indie scene kids an big burly men alike, tryna copy his grooves, as it had all the girls a swoonin’ … they wanted to get in on the action obviously haha.

Can’t believe the vile ‘food van’ ran out of CHIPS…..yup CHIPS man! So all that was left was a sweaty meaty mess of, well meat, which meant I ended up actually PAYING to have a fecking bread roll complete with a cheese slice an afew onions thrown in for good measure eesh. Definitely satisfying that like nawt. …oh an dan fell over straight after some twelve year olds had tried to high five him and he thought he was funny by being like ‘ermmm nah’ oh the joys of karma ha. ..x

PS Had my hair cut by Mr Lee Stafford and a guy called Stacey? I officially look like a Jetson urgh. I love the sides, which so you can picture it, the right side is completely shaved off and the left is rather long and quiffy. But the back looks like a toss up between a sci-fi spacey looking bob, and a full on bowl head .

And what a humoungous ego mr stafford owns eh jesus! God if I heard him call one more girl ‘babes’ I was gonna vom. And for your information, no you cant buy a Lee Stafford for Boots diffuser alone if youve already got a hairdryer but your diffusers really crap and you just want a nice new one, youve GOT TO buy the hairdryer it comes with too….ha. x

YO!

So….with my new oh so cute macbook in tow courtesy of grandpa dobo (I thank you), and my HIAWGEE PC circa 1989 literally, thrown out of my window and hopefully smashed to smithereens, I have decided to get with the times, and get.a.blog. woo. Gone are the days of my weeks and weeks, diary scribing of trials and tribulations, fashion go’s and no’s, ups and downs, single and taken times, and probable general utter embarrassment, NOW they will be broadcast for the world to see instead. ha. So hello and enjoy, hopefully…. dobs x

P.S. Yes I will most likely tend to write how I talk…which for anyone that doesnt know, my first language is scouse, so before I get a lorra lorra comments about my lack of the “Queens English” I shall apologise now….so SOZ :D x