The Journey Back to District 12

Apologies for being so neglectful as of late, everything has been up in the air.
So the Easter holidays, full of chicks, chocolate eggs, hot cross buns dripping in butter and a time for family to feel obliged to come together....joy of joys!!! After spending the last twelve months in London living the "high" life it came to the time to start packing for my trip back home for the Easter holidays. Dilemma....what to pack. I've been so used to being able to head out in leather skirts, fifties dresses, fur coats and fantastic headpieces...that's London....it's fine...if anything its encouraged. Now Mablethorpe, hidden away in the deep realms of Lincolnshire is a far cry from London chic. If Mablehorpe was a wardrobe you'd find masses of hoodies with matching tracksuit bottoms, Ugg boots (well market knock offs) galore, SCRUNCHIES....I kid you not! Everything else is splashed with diamante spelling such delights as "BABE" "SEXY" "TOUCH ME"...as you can see it's not exactly "Vogue" winning territory. Now don't get me wrong, I had a wonderful childhood in Mablethorpe living by the sea in the quiet community was ideal. But at age 22 and launching myself into a fashion career I find myself a world away to the simpler ways of Mablethorpe. Packing proved difficult and decided on simple day dresses teamed with tights and boots, my trusty Trench coat, ballet pumps and my friend's "borrowed" vintage black cardigan complete with rabbit fur and beading embellishment, not the most subtle of items but I'm in love with it currently. So off I head, passing Butlins and seeing the masses of the young families getting off to enjoy their Easter holidays under the watchful eye of the red coats. I finally arrive in Mablethorpe...it's raining....fantastic.....it's cold....even better. To soften the blow a few friends from school are around and Francesca herself has ventured up from London for the weekend. We head out, having a cheeky bottle at Fran's first. We arrive in Mablethorpe onto the one street with pubs (NO CLUBS) on. As we enter the whole pub look up..... it's like a scene from "The League of Gentlemen" You could feel them sharpening their pitch forks ready to scream "Are you local?" into our frightened Chanel made up faces.
I was wearing a simple black dress with cut out details around the waist complete with gold finish coat, opaque black tights finished with a deep orange suede pump to give the outfit a pop. Well it would seem Mablethorpe wasn't quite ready for this. Fran in turn wore a brilliant pink asymmetric number complete with black Mary Jane platforms. Richard, our gay husband wore a typical chic outfit, shirt and jeans complete with chunky worker boots. So with clutches in hand we shuffled our way towards the bar. The only good thing about a night out in Mablethorpe is that a round of doubles will cost you £8!!!! The night went on and after several hours of bumping into people exclaiming "Oh you're in that London now are you...nah could never live there...too big!" it was definitely time to go home.
The week continued much in the same way. People actively stopped and stared as I wandered down the street and along the seafront. So I resided myself to the fact that Mablethorpe will never be a style beacon. That is until I head to the local COOP (I should add this is the largest chain store we have, the others being a Boots Pharmacy and the highly awaited Gregg's) I wander down the aisle, smiling to the townsfolk of my childhood and get to where I want...the magazine aisle. The May "Vogue" edition was finally out..........BREAKDOWN....SOLD OUT....how could this be? I then spent the next hour running from local newsagent to independent supermarket hunting for my copy. Who is buying "Vogue" in Mablethorpe? It took a visit to Morrison's 16miles away for me to find one....hallelujah!!!
I think it's fair to say I'm happy to be back in London and what better way to celebrate than STEPS at the O2!!!! 5,6,7,8!!! xoxo