Countdown to Marc Jacobs;

I've been ridiculously excited about the live online streaming of the Marc Jacobs A/W10 Show since it was announced, and I set the date in my phone calender and have been positively gushing about it ever since!

So tonight, in preparation, I have taken Pro Plus and drank my weight in tea. I drink copious amounts of tea anyway, but I've even outdone myself today I think, so this show better be good!! I'm incredibly hyper!

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I actually made notes as though I was some kind of reporter whilst watching this, so let's see if I can make some sense of them...

Adorable Marc Jacobs tugged down the curtain as Robert Duffy (@robertcduffy) had mentioned on Twitter only minutes before, to reveal his models. The theme was definately utility chic; the smooth, suave business feel of the sharply tailored suits was toned down with loose, flowing hair and fresh faces. Little kitten heels in neutral colours were paired with socks for an older, more womanly feel, rather than cutesy (I felt).

Flowing materials in soft pastels ruled the show (like most others this season), with a smattering of glimmer and shine in the dresses and coats especially. Capes, fur-trims and knee length skirts were staple features, as were elbow-length gloves, sweeping backlines, and thin satin dresses worn under thicker, heavier coats. There was romanticism in ruffles, frills and loose bows, that added a touch of delicacy to an otherwise strong collection.

So far, so good?

Even with my Biology and Chemistry end-of-module exams coming up (Tuesday and Thursday of this week, eek!) I've really found no motivation whatsoever to revise. Instead, I've been at Bee's house, watching Gilmore Girls, eating incredible amounts of chocolate and other goodies and drinking Bailey's with ice.

The snow has still been falling with a vengeance in the North of England and is supposed to continue through to the end of next week, so you can imagine how disagreeable it has become to leave the house... I've had my bouts of playfulness, culminating in perhaps an hour in the snow before my extremities and I deeply regret it and return indoors to thaw, and it's getting a little depressing, if I'm honest. All I ever feel like doing is curling up in bed/on the sofa with my duvet, watching films or reading (and that is in fact all I've been doing). In the winter all I can think about it wearing thick, oversized jumpers, with thick tights, drinking cup after cup of hot tea. I don't want to deal with make up, or my hair... Especially when they're both ruined mere moments after stepping out of the door.

I suppose what I'm rambling about and trying to say is that I am so over Winter now. Roll on Spring!