I was up until recently a fashion design student at the University of Central Lancashire. So, I guess now, that makes me a fashion designer, seeing as though I am going to be pursuing that path. 

Inspired by a lot of media, fashion and the world itself, my mind is brimming with ideas but it’s rather difficult to get it all out. I hope over the course of the rest of my life, I do manage to get these ideas out in 3D form otherwise, what a waste. 

My currently non-matching floral patterned wallpaper hides behind tens of photographs and postcards. If I hadn’t sent my parents away back home with some of my possessions, there would also be at least 10 folders of magazine tears, picked up flyers, lookbooks, newspaper cuttings, my own work and whatever else I find on instinct I have an urge to hoarde. 

There’s also a mantelpiece full of toys, teddies, copper penny bags & foreign money.

My bookshelf was full of illustration, art, photography and knitting until they all also went back to my parents house. So for now I’m left with a growing pile of fiction books to read. 

I could go on explaining how I like to hoarde. I could also go on explaining how I tend to sell a lot of possessions on Ebay evetually, due to this hoarding. 

But I won’t.

I’ll leave you with my goal: to never stop. Rejection has gotten me down. But with this treasure chest of inspiration around me, it would be so unfair not to do anything with it.