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University Woes.

So I’ve just had a freak out at how fast my deadline is approaching, and decided the best way to calm down would be to write a blog post… that works, right?

I’m in my final year, and this is the first time my work actually counts to my degree so I guess there is added pressure … and I’m trying not to plan on doing an all-nighter the night before deadline for once! I’ve gone straight into my final year of uni, there was an option to take a year out for placement / study abroad, and this time last year I was going through a lot of stress deciding what option to take. I think looking back on it all, I’ve done what’s best for me. I’ve struggled with uni if I’m honest, don’t get me wrong, I love the life and I have definitely had my fair share of fun, but I’ve had my ups and downs with the course (which I’m probably not meant to share quite so publicly), but I think finishing it in three years was the best choice and I’m probably more motivated to finish now than I’ve ever been.

I guess what frustrates me more is meeting people who think that placement is the be all and end all of university life. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a great experience, and I’m not badmouthing it in any way. Quick shout out to my friends who are on the other side of the world right now, via snapchat:

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But placement, just like university, is right for some people and not for others. I can feel this turning into a bit of a rant about how there should be more support and options for those people who don’t want to go to university, but it’s also true for those who don’t want to do placement. I want to start a business and my university barely has any resources to help me out; I wasn’t even allowed to incorporate starting Slapdash as part of my placement year. Surely university should be a platform for everyone to explore the path they want to take after university, regardless what path that may be?

On the bright side, I guess I’m just grateful that the prejudice of people who think they know the ‘right’ (and only) path to take just gives me the drive to make it my own way.

Opinionated and ranty SJW, over and out x

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Le Weekend: Ikea Lols

I’m not quite sure where to begin with my weekend, I guess it all started on Thursday and there was a sign it was going to be a good one when on Thursday evening whilst changing my bedsheets, my flatmate commented ‘SJW, do you like having blue sheets?’, I replied ‘Nah, they aren’t my favourite’, to which my flatmate replied ‘Yeah, I think I’d get a bit seasick with blue sheets.’
What a loveable nutter she is. #flatmatequoteoftheweek

Friday, I survived my uni lectures, had lunch with my brother and met my building neighbours for shisha in the evening.

Saturday was the big event. Ikea. Whilst there we encountered a man who exclaimed to the hordes of people: ‘Do people just come here for a day trip!?’. Yes sir, yes they do. I have no shame. And to anyone who turns their nose up at that I’d just like to say ‘Oh Hell No!’ to you.

I set off with my co-pilot at about 1ish, already 2 hours later than the over optimistic 11am plan. 2 hours later, we’d moved the equivalent of about 2 tube stops. No frickin joke. We’d been through the lols, and I think the only thing that can sum up our boredom was when I looked to my right at the car next to me and the woman was quite literally banging her head on her steering wheel. That’s the level of the traffic jam.

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Eventually, we successfully navigated out of the traffic jam, off a sneaky side road (wahay for women drivers), and the road trip lols began again; WE MADE IT. 3 WHOLE HOURS LATER. (It was meant to take 40 mins).

No Ikea trip is complete without meatballs, I went a bit hard on the meatballs and had to deal with horrendous food coma round the actual Ikea adventure. Doh.

Anyway, Ikea lols all round, I made a friend, found my crown and bought a pretty nice plate I don’t wanna eat off.
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We also made it home in about an hour, praise the lord.

SJW x

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The Pitch; tears, bird poo and pies.

Bit of a ‘Throwback Thursday’ type post, but I figured that because I harassed everyone on Facebook / Twitter / everyone I work with to vote for me, you might want to hear about what happened when I went to pitch for Slapdash at The Pitch a couple weeks back now.

The big day started with THE worst morning of my life. Woke up fine (miraculous at 6.50am), got ready and tottered out the door of my friend’s house in Bristol (who has the bed of my dreams, SO comfy and up a ladder, with a desk underneath. Incredible). Then the nightmare began.

I went to pay for my car parking, realised I could only stay for 3 hours max and this white van man only added to my small drama by dramatically telling me ‘ooo love, you’ll definitely get a parking ticket if you stay over three hours!!’ every time he walked past me (which was many a time whilst he got his tools out the van, let me tell you). Time ticked by and I slowly came to the realisation that my booked taxi wasn’t turning up. Cue a rather nervy call to my Mum, I was meant to be at the place for registration for 8.30am, by now it was approximately 8.25am, and I decided the best option was to wake my friend’s housemate up so I could get back in the house, get my sat nav and drive to the place myself. Being an independent woman and all (ha).

Frantic apologies about getting the housemate to open the door so early in the morning over, I ran back to my car and received a call from the taxi. ‘I’m nearly there, just around the corner, sorry got caught in traffic. Where abouts is your house?’ … He was so ecstatic about me no longer needing the taxi he hung up on me. RUDE.

Let’s just say by this point I’m flapping big time. I try and drive in my heels, realise it’s impossible, kick them off and drive barefoot. In a blind panic I pull out a junction stupidly and have to reverse back into it, as I’m getting beeped at by traffic trying to come up the road. As I’m reversing I definitely did not lightly bump into a very nice black car. (Don’t worry, no damage, it’s all good. And I’m also a very good driver normally, promise). So by this point, I’m driving along in a major flap, hysterically crying every time I stop at traffic lights / in a traffic jam. Which when I think about it, was probably fricking hilarious for any pedestrians passing by. I get lost a good few times before I make it to where I need to be, and when I finally do, I could not find a parking space for the life of me…

A while later I finally park, compose myself, put my shoes back on and get out my car. On my way to walking to the building I feel something splat on my head. Yes, later that day I had to pitch to a room of people with bird poo in my hair. To look on the bright side, at least I’m brunette and the bird poo was brown…

I turned up 45 minutes late and sat in a daze about what just happened for the next 45. Let’s just say when my Dad and Stepmum turned up to support me and take me for lunch, I have never ever been more grateful to begin to be able to laugh at my nightmare!

Slapdash was in the ‘One to Watch’ category; for businesses which have yet to begin trading. We had three minutes to pitch our business idea to the panel of judges, some investors and the rest of the spectators in the room. I can’t say I remember my pitch but I felt it went well and I finished within the three minutes. We then went to question time and I got hit with ‘I just don’t understand your idea… why wouldn’t you just shop online?’. I genuinely felt like screaming ‘I have bird poo in my hair, please just give me a break!!’, but I passionately tried to explain that I’ve found that people don’t like paying delivery, hassle of returns and possibly the biggest factor (which I forgot in the heat of the moment) that people like to feel and try on before they buy. Honestly, I started to doubt that Slapdash was a realistic idea after that. However, afterwards I got some amazing feedback from other people who had seen my Pitch, who agreed there was a need for Slapdash and that the judge was too harsh. Which was a great round off to the day, along with the free pie and mash from Pieminister!

Unfortunately I didn’t win my category (Congratulations to those that did, check out www.thepitchuk.com), but overall it was a great experience; apart from the morning, ‘great experience’ not so much, but hilarious now I look back on it!

Apologies for a bit of an epic post, but I hope the hilarity saw you through!

SJW x

 

 

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Oh Hai There!

My very first blog post! It’s only been a few hours since I actually decided to start this up, but what’s life without a little spontaneity?!

A little about me: I’m SJW. I’m originally from Plymouth, Devon, but I now live in London as I’m a third year student of Fashion Management at London College of Fashion. So as you can imagine I have a wardrobe I struggle to shut, a Mum who would love to ban me from ever going clothes shopping again and shoes people can’t fathom how I walk in. I’d also like to set up from the start that I’m not a fashion school cliché; I definitely do not eat a single lettuce leaf a day (hate the stuff), I can add up (all hail A Level maths) and I don’t just wear pink on Wednesdays (okay, maybe that’s just in Mean Girls). I also don’t take myself too seriously…

My business is Slapdash, a trend-led womenswear business which aims to make fashion forward clothing available to all, regardless of their location. The idea was born out of growing up interested in fashion, but in a city where the high street wasn’t great, with small shops and basic ranges. I want to change this! I plan to make fashion accessible through a series of pop-up shops and by selling online. I’m still working out my business model, how I’m going to fund it and making some big decisions for my life after university, but I’ll guess you’ll hear all about that through this blog.

I’m not quite sure what to promise this blog will contain, I guess my life ramblings, hilarious stories, business activities (oo jazzy), maybe an outlet for quotes of the day from my flatmate… a screenshotted snapchat or two of my life. It’ll be joyous anyway, so make sure you follow me! 😉

My bed is calling me, thanks for reading, you’re a babe. Laterzzz x