This is a fashion post.

I have decided that I am not allowed to buy another black or grey item of clothing (unless it's absolutely amazing and one of a kind and completely incomparable to anything I've ever seen before). I've also decided (and this was almost definitely influenced by my overwhelming love for everything Karen Gillan touches) that I can and will rock chequered shirts, red things, baggy tops, and ponchos.

I am now the proud owner of something that looks a little like this:

except it's having an identity crisis. It thinks it's a poncho. And that's fine by me. Unfortunately, it hasn't really brought me any closer to looking even vaguely like this:

but a girl can dream, right?

Also high on my fashion to-do list are shawls. Shawls! Shawls are a severely underrated item of clothing, as my recent adoration of Stevie Nicks has brought to my attention. I wore a shawl to my seventh form ball and I haven't touched one since, which is basically a travesty considering how often I long for something between a vest and a jacket that isn't a cardigan. Clearly I need a wardrobe full of beautiful, ethereal, cuddly shawls!

WITHOUT FLAWS.

People like to bitch about winter, and it has its downsides, don't get me wrong; but frankly I can't wait for an excuse to break out the wool and leather.

On natural human insanity.

'Insanity' is such a relative term. 50 years ago running for the sake of fitness would have been considered pretty insane. Now I can't walk for 15 minutes between my house and campus without having at least two near-misses with deliriously exhausted joggers who apparently are blind to everything except cars and cyclists. Clearly the whole idea of craziness is rooted in the zeitgeist of the time and place you find yourself in. This makes me feel a little better whenever I find myself thinking, "What I am doing is batshit insane". Hey, it might be, but that isn't always necessarily a bad thing.