Tuesday, 27 March 2012

So when your near me, darling can't you here me, S.O.S

        So when your near me, darling can't you here me? S.O.S

First of all, I'd like to apologize in advance of anything I might utter here that seems totally crazy. I'm I'll, and therefore I don't tend to make any sense. I also become even more useless at proof reading, if that is even possible of course. But anyway, my brain hurts, so I better get on with what I want you all to read so I can go back to feeling all sorry for myself while watching reality TV and coughing occasionally.

Basically, I want your clothes. And your shoes, bags, jewellery, hats, jumpers, you know the drill really don't you? Anything you don't want, I do. Of course, be reasonable with me people...I'm not after your scatty falling apart cardi's or some holy tights. (Oh yes, see what I did there? I know, its far too cheesy, but let me off because i'm ill)

But I want anything that is good quality, that no longer feels at home in your wardrobe. "But I give them to charity" I hear you sigh...well your all good folks, cause this is for my charity fashion show! well you know, the S.O.S charity fashion show, but same thing really. So stop mentally making up more excuses and go dig out all your no longer needed pieces so my lovely models can all wear them down the runway! We even sell them afterwards so we can make even more money for charity!

You want to come to the fashion show itself? aww I knew you would...simply buy a ticket of me in advance, or come down on the night! its 4 pound for adults, and 2 pound for under 14's! so what are you waiting for?

If you've any clothes you want to donate, holytightss@hotmail.co.uk, or inbox me on faceyb peoples.


*Apologies once again for being crazy*

Wednesday, 21 March 2012

little wonder words

                            Life is filled with blessings. Hold onto them.
I'm pretty sure that when Ellie said this to me, she had absolutely no idea that it would end up on my humble little blog in less then two hours. So, Surprise! I guess its up here for a few different reasons, one being the general amazingness of Ellie. I remember I took her for a Starbucks to see how she'd been and to basically have a general chit chat about her life, yet she ended up giving me advice on future careers and what I should do with my life while I sat there stunned by just how much of a little inspiration she is! And look, here she is doing it again! Telling me to remember I'm going to change the world!  Now if someone else having such a belief in you doesn't make your day a little bit better, then what does?

Ellie also said I was more inspirational then Taylor Swift (I know, as if) but yet again, there she is delivering little blessing in sentences that make you feel that the world isn't as bad as you once thought. That is something I need to do more of, I need to really start using the words I have for Good. Its cliched to say, but it is so utterly important to aim to build people up with what you say, instead of making that bad day a whole lot worse. If you weighted the positives you speak against all the negative things against utter, who would win?

I'm sure that there are people in your life that go out of their way to shower you with words that help you out and strengthen you. Maybe you should try telling someone just how much they mean to you. I'm going to start trying to tell people just how amazing they are, starting with Ellie.

Tuesday, 20 March 2012

Bright eyes

                  RESOLUTION; Find beauty in everything.
A grave yard tells of death, it outputs loss into the air. But on a hot summer day you'd be forgiven for thinking it might be considered a beautiful place. A space set apart to honour previous marvellous lives lived with humour and patience. A place to cry of course, but also a place to smile, a place to remember those who filled your live with so much love, pure love.
I'm on a mission to find beauty in everything, to capture wonder instead of being hopeless, to seek the triumph of good in horrid situation. Start seeing things differently.

Monday, 19 March 2012



I find it strange that my name on my birth certificate deems me to be Jessica. I'm just not a Jessica. By default I'm Jess, and I always will be. Its too formal, too harsh to be called Jessica. Its isolated from the person I am. I'm a 'Jessieeeeeeeeee' to my four year old cousin, and I was a "Jessie" to my lovely Granddad. I don't feel like a Jessica, I forget my name is in fact that and not Jess. 
What do you associate with me?

Saturday, 17 March 2012

Etching impressions

 To say I'm excited about fashion itself would be a stretch, a slight exaggeration perhaps. Instead what does presently excite me though, is in fact style. Because of the element of it, the very essence of it, style to me is literally electrifying. Its totally elcectric, and just a tad eccentric. It separates us, it defines us, and its a powerful tool to express ourselves. See, were ultimately, fashion in pure terms is just a choice, a tick box, style is instead a natural impulse. You take part in the crowd of style, weather you love it, or even notice it. And In openly rejecting it, your almost embracing it. You just can't escape it, and that is what inspires my love for it.

Style is more then just the clothes you wear. Despite what some glossy pages might hint at, style is very much like a inherent being driving us all. Style is like a big mixing pot, fill it with everything you've openly loved, desired, and hated. Then throw in the stuff you don't want to need, and the things you wish you had never done. A huge blast of dreams, regrets and passions are all wound and binded into a scrapbook inside your brain. If you don't think you or others have style, look at the choices made in life.

 That is were style reveals itself. Sure, to be cliched style can be either the boxy type blazer or the leather jacket with the little black dress, but its also the two or three sugars in your coffee, the pocket you use more then the other, your preference for were you sit on public transport. Style is what make us who we are, above and beyond the little bubble of fashion and for that reason, I'm utterly fascinated by it. 

True style though, is hard to ever grasp. It needs to be free from the pressures of judgement. The want to be truly yourself, must begin to out way the desire to be anyone else. Of course, our style is a collective mix of what we like about others, but we must not be afraid, when no one else is inspired by what we are. We need to embrace all that is us in our very core, and translate it into words/actions/colours, everything and anything. Style is forever powerful and mind blowing, and it it is just about you. Its something to enjoy, and to express yourself with. Style is why I loved fashion for so long.

     "Fashions fade, style is eternal" - Yves Siant Laurent

Tuesday, 13 March 2012

Snap, crackle and pop.

I cracked. And with a lot less resistance then I hoped for. I know that gave up far to easily, without even really trying, and it somewhat shames me.
I feel like I've given up before I'd even really started, like I've walked away from a marathon without even really signing up, just half heartedly thinking about it.

I gave up magazines for lent. and lent isn't over, but here I am with a magazine. The worst thing about it is that I know I could have survived, but the temptation was too much. Not in a "I need this" way, but in a why ever not sence? My dad asked if I wanted one and even though there was a brief internal dilemma I still headed over to the magazine section to cradle Elle.

I'm so weak like this. And I don't even know why. I walked to pick it up knowing i'd regret it, yet i did it anyway. I'm battling with the inner rebellion that is so utterly pointless but always present. I don't need Elle. Utimately, its a waste of time. Yes its filled with Art, and talent. but its pointless. In the long run its worth absolutely nothing. I want to keep my eyes on Jesus, not on material things that mean nothing. So I'm doing it, I can't go back on it now...I'm throwing away my magazines. ALL OF THEM. every single last one.

I'm now off to be a little bit sick at just the thought of this....

Monday, 12 March 2012

nothing to declare

                                                  Too much to do. Not enough time. 
                                                          -bleughhhh to life

I'd like a little motivation, encouragement and positiveness at this current moment in time. I think I might buy myself a pretty vase to keep some beautiful flowers in or maybe wish to move to Pariee and dream of drinking hot chocolate in dainty cafe's. That is all.

Wednesday, 7 March 2012


When people ask me what I want to do, I always reply along the same lines. See, I want to change the world, and do you know what? I don't for a minute care about how you cheesy you think that sounds. I've got to the point where I don't care about passing exams, I don't care about how much money I could earn, and I don't care about what I can own. The most important thing for me will always be what I can do. I don't even mean my skills, or talents, but my voice. I have a power to speak up, to stand up. And so do you.  I'm fighting for change, taking assemblies and lessons on the holocaust. I'm spreading the word, and you should be to. But this blog post isn't to rattle on about my desire to try and change things, and neither is it for me to make myself out as someone who does this all the time. I don't want to look big, or clever. I just want to make a difference.

I get fired up about a cause that stands up. Passion, real passion for me lies in telling people things they need to hear. And right now, you all need to hear about Kony.  If you haven't the video yet, it is a must watch. You have to. You need to. I've never ever before demanded something on this blog, but I demand you watch it.  See, Kony is a man in Uganda with his own army, he abducts children; he turns the boys into child soldiers and the girls in to sex slaves. If you asking how is that allowed? Its because were not using our voices. We are not shouting loud enough. If we want to make a difference, then we need to. We cannot sit back and simply turn our faces away, cause with ignorance, we are allowing history to repeat itself. And that will not happen.

So please, support the campaign by the Invisible children to make Kony famous. If the world knows his name, then we can stop him. Nothing can work alone. We must join together, and we must fight to help. 
This is real, and its happening now. So what are you going to do about it? Don't decide against the video because its half a hour long. What really is half a hour in your life to be educated into a very real and horrible situation? What is half a hour in your life to stand up and make a difference.


Saturday, 3 March 2012

Mr. Blue Sky.

Good afternoon, lovely readers. I'm currently in a process of doing what I do best...Ignoring the huge mental stack of essays that need to be written, and coursework that needs to be redrafted. I guess Blogging it is then!
I must of course mention to you that if you want to read something with a half decent well written structure, you might as well go to the nice little kiss in the corner of your screen and click on it, cause I'm just rambling as always.

I first just wanted to say a great big, somewhat premature hello to Summer. A huge to shhhh! to all you cynics that are announcing that we are only just greeting March, I don't care. The sun makes me a happier a person, so weaving real daises in my hair will be a continuous occurrence over the upcoming months. And Just so you know, i'll be taking my sunglasses everywhere from now on...
Just like I did today - And I wore shorts. I hope by now you've realised when I say I love Summer, I'm not joking. So as soon as I'm able to hold one without my hands turning numb and me developing hypothermia, I swap my hot chocolate for a mango and passionate fruit frescato. For me this is like a little welcoming session,  allowing yourself to say goodbye to the winter months (I know, I know, Its only March) and suddenly breathe again.

Check out my new very expensive creeper ish shoes I spent all my money on. Topshop's finest aren't they.
Seriously hope I fooled you there, they were 3.50 from the charity shop we helped out at S.O.S this summer. If you want to see what other items you can get your hands on, get down to this years fashion show! More info is coming soon but put April 4th down in your diaries!

I also got this little snazzy jumper from a different charity shop in Huyton Village...someone needs to stop me.
Remember I said I was unsure of the future and what to do? I've decided I want to grow up and be a cat.

-On a completely different note I'd like to say a huge well done to Rebecca Richardson, (she wrote this post) for doing her first talk in YFI last night! It was a privilege to see her do so well and talk about trusting in God!
She was brilliant! But anyway, i must begin to pretend to start my work! until next time...