Holidays are Coming

As I mentioned in my last post, I am a total Ebenezer Scrooge when it comes to Christmas (parents telling me they're getting divorced on Christmas Day blah blah blaaaah), but two things have made me change my mind about the holidays today: Tolkien and Coca-Cola. The Coca-Cola Trucks are like the epitome of television seasonal cheer, and the drink itself is like the nectar of the Gods, so I was ridiculously happy to get to see one of the trucks in person. The queue was like seventy thousand hours long though so I didn't get to see whatever it was that was happening. Although judging by the many littered tiny cans of Coke on the floor, I guess it was that.

Coke does sit pretty highly on the list of things I love (as lame as that is), but one of the few things that I love more than this is Lord of the Rings, so when I found out that the Christmas Grotto in Hull this year was Hobbit themed I was pretty stoked.  However, I then discovered that their idea of 'Hobbit Themed' means claiming that their robotic elves are Hobbits, building something that barely looks passable as a Hobbit house and then using the normal stuff from previous years for the rest of it.  You can even see an elf stood in the background... and it's not even one of the cool kind from Rivendell.  But it's still enough to hold me over until the film comes out. And I got to see a little fast food cart that was also Tolkien themed that I lamely posed in front of like a total tourist.  And in a total Marilyn moment, albeit not as glamorous, I'm clutching my hat like my life depends on it because it is ridiculously windy out right now and I was stood next to large quantities of water.  I think if I lost that baby I think I would cry, because it is the only thing that hides my hair, the winner of the Flattest Hair in the World Award.

Because I don't want two posts in a row on this blog about Christmas, I'll slyly switch the theme back to the true love of my life, shooooppiiiiiiiiiing. After reading Rachel's blog and hearing about these weird Primark tights, I figured I'd brave the the depths of utter terror that is Primark and have a search for them. As expected, I didn't find them. Though I did get two pairs of different tights that look like part of a school uniform and then four pairs of socks that I'm planning to wear over tights with skirts and boots and look totez adorbz. I also saw this amazing rucksack that I'm definitely regretting not buying... maybe Primark isn't as bad as I've always made out? First New Look and now this, what has become of me?  To round this up I'll sum up what I was wearing... even though this wasn't supposed to be an outfit post so you'll have to imagine the bottom half of me.  The usual leopard print chelsea boots from Topshop, black tights from anywhere lulzzz, black skater skirt from Miss Selfridge, leopard print bralet from Miss Selfridge, sheer black and gray stripey jumper from New Look, oversized black cardigan from Topshop, spiked Topshop necklace, black and tan TARDIS (srsly) bag from Next, stripey fingerless Topshop gloves, the infamous Topshop black bowler hat and the greatest coat in the universe, my Miss Selfridge boyfriend coat.  BEST FASHION BLOGGER EVER, am I right?