The mould was broken today. I rightly got my growing butt out of bed today and made a devoted adventure to the quaint little Isle of Wight (aka. The IoW, which bewildered me for a lengthy 20 minutes on the ferry back to Southampton) My task? To finally get some work experience under my Urban Outfitters belt.
Charlotte Taylor is currently in the process of launching her own fashion label. Her AW10 collection is being prepared for London Fashion Week. Inspired by grannies and penguins it shouldn’t work. It really shouldn’t. But it does.
Charlotte is brilliant. She’s amazingly friendly, so all my first time nerves and apprehensions were blasted away. She loves a cuppa’ brew. She made me soup (I love soup! My favourite liquid lunch!) And she has given me a chance.
To be frank, I’m incredibly bored at Uni. I’m down to a measly six hours a week! Three days a week…off! It was lovely, simply lovely, to have a purpose in life.
The Isle is très charmant. Similar to my beloved corner of Blighty, Cornwall, I just loved the humongous green valleys, the friendly locals I befriended in the posty and the copious quantity of golden oldies. It’s no wonder where the inspiration for her collection came from.
And what the hell!? My first experience of the fashion industry was as far as possible from the Ugly Betty scenario’s I’d painted into my psyche. I genuinely had a productive, enchanting day. God, the whole fashion industry should up sticks to Wighty.
Keep up to date on Charlotte’s own voyage and read my upcoming contribution (ahh scary!) to her blog here.
Keep up to date on Charlotte’s own voyage and read my upcoming contribution (ahh scary!) to her blog here. 
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