Ultimate Fake Tanning Routine

Ultimate Fake Tanning Routine

It’s no secret I’m a lover of fake tan, ever since my first spray tan for a beauty pageant when I was 13, I’ve been hooked. I have a very pale complexion – think Casper the ghost pale – and fake tan is sort of like my make up I guess, definitely my personal confidence booster.

It’s not uncommon to see beautifully bronzed models on Instagram and be envious of their lovely golden glow. Although there are a million and one ways of achieving this lovely glow, some of them aren’t as safe as others. For example sitting in the sun with no SPF on to catch a tan is probably the worst mistake you can make. Although you’ll look lovely and golden for a few weeks, its extremely damaging to your skin in the long run. Theres also sun beds, dont even get me started on these, in my eyes your just ruining your skin, the one thing you can’t really change about yourself – so why damage it? Therefore, fake tan, I believe is the most safest, not to mention quickest, way to fake tan.


Over the years I’ve had my fair share of tanning disasters, Oompa Loompa hands; Oompa Loompa face for that too, patchy tan, streaky tan, orange eyebrows, you name the disaster, I’ve probably been through it. But I’d like to think that me experiencing these, nightmares (not to exaggerate but waking up orange is my worst nightmare), means that other people won’t have to. So in this blog post I’ll be sharing my best ways to prep, apply and maintain a healthy looking glow.

Before I go onto the products I use, it’s so so important to prep your skin before hand, particularly if you want an even tan that will also last. The day before I’m scheduled to tan (yes it is scheduled), I have that bath, full body shave, exfoliate, scrub every last dead skin cell away and leave the bath feeling like a new woman – also important to use a nice rich moisturiser after to make sure your skin is as soft as possible. I normally reach for my vitamin E scrub, with a scrubbing mitt, then onto a Body Shop moisturiser.

A lot of people tend to shave/exfoliate the day/evening of when they tan. But I have always been told it is best to do this they day before, from the professionals, so this is what I go by and it always seems to work. The evening of the big event, I tend to jump in the shower, make sure my skin is clean, then apply a thin layer of light moisturiser. This is quite important because you want to put something on your skin that is absorbed quickly and isn’t too think – if you apply tan onto skin that has moisturiser on that hasn’t soaked in, chances are it won’t set.

Moving on to the exciting part. So, I’ve tried so many tanning products over the past few years, and if I’m completely honest most of them have served me well – the only ones that have never served me well, are gradual tanning moisturisers, I always steer well clear of these, unless I want to wake up looking like I’ve rolled in wotsits. After lots of trial and error I have found my 2 go to tans, I like to call one my pre student loan tan, and one my post student loan tan.


We’ll start with my pre student loan tan. Basically my cheaper option. If I don’t want to pick up a more expensive tan, I always go for the St Moritz dark tan, it is a brilliant dupe for Bondi sands tan – colour wise, its exactly the same. It’s brilliant for a quick fix dark tan, the only thing that I don’t majorly rate about the St Moritz is that it doesn’t seem to last that long on my skin – I’m still not entirely sure why this is, but for the price, its absolutely amazing.

Now moving onto my post student loan tan. Or, just the slightly more expensive tan. The Bondi Sands dark, or ultra dark – is my holy grail tan, it gives me the perfect colour, and lasts a long time. Being a gym bunny, this means I tend to shower twice a day, so finding a tan that doesn’t come off within a couple of days proved fairly difficult, but I have to say this one withstands the test.

When it comes to application of the tan, I always make sure I’m in a naturally well lit area, with a full length mirror. I’ve tried tanning without a mirror before (like some odd challenge) but it’s never ended well. I apply from my legs upwards in circular motions, doing my knees, elbows and ankles very lightly – these are the areas that tan tends to cling to, giving you the uneven look no one wants. Before I wait for my tan to dry, I just have a quick look in the mirror, do some weird body contortion moves just to make sure I’ve not missed any areas.

I’ll quickly touch upon my face, because no amount of tanning experience will ever give me the confidence to tan my face straight from the bottle. Therefore I use the St Tropez dark face tan, which comes out like a moisturiser, and I personally find so much easier to apply to my face. I just squeeze a pea size amount onto my hand, then apply to my face in circular motions. I find this gives me the perfect sun kissed look on my face, looking like I’ve spent the week on Morocco, shock, I haven’t.

Now onto the bit that took me ages to perfect which is maintaining my tan. Having a tan that lasts, is partly down to the quality of the tan you get, you get what you pay for. I’ve found the more expensive the tan, the longer it tends to last. But along the way I’ve found some little tips that really do help maintain your tan. Moisturiser is you best friend. Every time you get out the shower, moisturise like theres no tomorrow – not only will it make your skin silky smooth, but I’ve also found that it really does help your tan last, and will really help to prevent your tan going patchy, that tiger bread look isn’t a good look on anyone. Also, when leaving the shower, pat yourself dry with the towel. This is something I always have to remind myself because I tend to just use a towel like any normal person, but after taking a little bit more time to just pat yourself dry, this will prevent your tan being scrubbed off.

Hope you have enjoyed this little tanning guide and some of my top tips. If you’re new to fake tanning, I hate to be the barer of bad news but you probably aren’t going to be a fake tan whizz over night. It will take some practice, a couple of patchy jobs, and maybe one morning waking up looking like an Oompa Loompa – but practice makes perfect! If you’re a fake tan addict like myself, what are your favourite tanning products that you would recommend?!

All my love,

Han xx


The One Where We Went To Friends Fest


Some know it as Friends Fest, some know it as a day where I spent the entirety of it quoting different scenes and probably annoying quite a few people, sorry not sorry.

Friends Fest, if you haven’t heard of it (have you been living under a rock), is basically massive outdoor convention for die hard Friends fans. And anyone that knows me, will know I fit into that category very well, so of course I jumped at the chance when my Mum offered to take me with her!


I wanted to create a little post about my day at the convention, mainly because I have about a million and one photos from the day of me posing awkwardly with iconic props – and as much as I love Instagram, I’m not sure my followers would appreciate me posting a different Friends Fest picture everyday for the rest of the year! I also vlogged the whole day, so feel free to check that out also!

In all honesty I had no clue what to expect from Friends Fest, I had just seen pictures of it, and knew that it was something I needed to do, so when Mum and I found out that it was coming to Brighton, It would have been a missed opportunity to turn it down as it was right on our door step. Despite me not really knowing what to expect, the whole day was absolutely brilliant and I couldn’t recommend it enough to anyone who loves a bit of Friends!

I didn’t know until I arrived that it was an entirely outdoor convention, so Mum and I were incredibly lucky that the weather was on out side during our visit because I don’t think posing for photos in the rain would have been much fun. Friends Fest has all of the iconic set ups for you to wander round and if you’re like me, fan girl over. So we of course wandered round all of the photo opportunities, with me smiling like a mad woman in 90% of them because I’m so happy. This may sound so stupid, but when you’ve watched the show for as long as I have it’s so odd to see the set in real life – it also seemed so much bigger?! Either that or I’m just tiny, who knows.

After taking hundreds of pictures, we made our first quick pit food stop. There were an array of food stalls at the festival, all Friends related of course. We had Phoebe’s Veggie Van (perfect for all my fellow veggies), and a Joey’s Pizza Van, alongside some other american-esc food stalls. As much as I wanted to try out Phoebes’ Falafel Salad, it would be rude of me not to try Joeys Pizza, as we all know how iconic that is! So that was my lunch sorted, classic margarita, and let me tell you, it was the best slice of pizza I have ever tried – and I have tried a lot of pizza. Also not to mention it was pretty much the size of my face!!! What more could a girl want.

Of course it would be rude not to take a trip into Central Perk and grab a coffee (or in my case a hot chocolate because I still have the tastebuds of a 5 year old). It literally felt like I was in an episode of Friends at this point, sat in Central Perk, hot chocolate in hand, and a Phoebe impersonator sat at the front singing all other iconic songs, Smelly Cat being my personal fav. I have to say the atmosphere of the cafe was brilliant, they really did make you feel like you were living in a friends dream. I also got to sit on the iconic orange sofa, which again is massive, but I suppose when you have to fit 6 people on there, it must be big!

Whilst we waited for our tour we also grabbed a cheeky Friends themed cocktail, which was not only delicious, but very strong, it doesn’t take much for my legs to go a bit jellyish, and this took me halfway there. I had the time of my life sat in a massive field, in front of a big screed with continuous Friends Episodes playing on it, sipping a Chan Chan Man cocktail, if you know, you know!

Then lastly to round off our fun filled Friends experience (wow thats a mouthful), we had our set tour, which was what I was most excited about! We got to see the exact replicas of all 3 flats, sit in Joey and Chandlers iconic chairs, look at Phoebes real guitar, sit in Monica’s pristine kitchen and look at all of Ross’s palaeontology stuff. About to sound very stupid again, but it looked so real! (Well duh, it was the actual set). But when you watch it on telly then see it in real life its so cool! It was amazing, I didn’t get too many pictures of the actual set, so if this is something you are wanting to see, head over to my YouTube channel and take a look at the vlog, because that’s in there!

Of course a trip to Friends Fest wouldn’t be complete without a trip to the gift shop, where I spent far too much money on merch – consisting of a Friends Fest Tour T-Shirt, a replica of Huggsy to sit on my uni bed, a tote bag and a key ring – I need to learn the art of self control because I have none when it comes to shopping, particularly if its Friends Themed!

Overall I had such a fab day, and thank you to my Mum for brining me along with her and putting up with me constantly saying ‘ooo quick get a picture of me’ every 5 minutes! If you are a lover of Friends I couldn’t recommend this day enough, as far as I’m aware it’s nearly over for this year, but I think it is a yearly thing, so definitely get tickets; I know I’ll be going again next year!

All my love,

Han xx

Goals For My Second Year at University

Goals For My Second Year at University

So I can’t quite believe the time has finally come for me to write this post – it only seems like yesterday that my parents were dropping me off at university and leaving me to fully fend for myself. While first year was jam packed, full of ups and downs, I want to make second year all the more better. I missed out on a fair bit during my first year of university, which just means that this next year I’ve got a lot of making up to do, something I am most excited about. I thought I’d set myself a list of (realistic-ish) goals for the next academic year, then look back on them at the end of the year and see how well I’ve done!

1. Good grades. I’ll start with the slightly more academic thing, and probably the thing that most students would say, but I want to keep up my good grades. Throughout first year I managed to get very high grades, something that I am super proud of, and something that I definitely want to keep up – not just through second year, but through the rest of my degree too! 

2. Visit more exhibitions. Leicester has a very direct train route to London (and other big cities), which I didn’t realise until a lot later in the year. London is one of my favourite places to visit, full of galleries, museums and interesting streets. It’s also perfect for an arty student like me, as it never fails to get my creative cap on and generate a bunch of new design ideas. 

3. Visit surrounding areas. Like I mentioned previously Leicester has direct train routes to so many other interesting cities, ones that I would really like to aim to get down to this year. It’s closely linked with Birmingham, Nottingham, Manchester etc, all places I think would be really interesting for an art student like myself. 


4. Make the most of freshers. Last year I really didn’t throw myself into freshers, mainly because I came down with the dreaded freshers flu 4 days after moving in, but I also held back due to my anxiety. I’ve promised myself this year that I wont let that effect my experience (at least try not to), and really make the most of it this year. It’ll be a big fuck you to my anxiety if I can really push myself. 

5. Join a society. This is something I majorly regret not doing last year! Like most universities, DMU has hundreds of really interesting societies and for some bizarre reason I joined none last year. So this year, I’m going to join one. I feel like if I say I’m going to do it, I now kind of have to. I’m a very sporty person, so I’m hoping to get involved in a sports society – it’s another great way to making a new bunch of friends, and getting the chance to experience something completely new. 

6. Get a job?? I put a question mark here, because truth be told, I don’t actually know if I’ll have time for a job, but I do want to try and get something part time. Just weekend probably, but it’ll keep my busy, take me away from uni work occasionally, which I think is important – mainly to keep me from going insane! It’ll also make my bank account slightly happier, can’t say its ever best pleased when my rent or other bills come out.

7. Continue doing the things I love. So alongside getting my degree in textiles, which of course goes without saying, I love. I want to make sure I still make sure I create time for the other things I enjoy that aren’t academic. For example going to the gym/running, tattoo design, crocheting and of course, blogging and YouTube! I think its important to not get so caught up in your degree that you forget to do the things you love. I know that its important for me to sometimes have a break from all things textiles, something that I definitely need to put into practice more in second year.

I think thats a reasonable list, nothing too drastic on there, but all things I think will make my second year much more enjoyable than my first. I’ll be sure to do a little look back at this post next year to see if I have completed them all – that is unless I fail miserably at them all, but lets not  think about that. If you’re heading back to university, what are your goals? Or even if you aren’t heading back to university, what are your up and coming goals? 

All my love, 

Han xx 

At Look Back At 18…

At Look Back At 18…

Hey guys, welcome back! So on Wednesday the 29th, I finally turned 19 (which I vlogged!! Feel free to check it out here!)  – being an end of August baby it’s been long awaited. Since turning 18 last year I’ve been through plenty of ups and downs, so I thought it would be nice to look back on and for me to see how far I’ve come – seeing as I’ve had multiple people tell me I’m a different person now than to what I was this time last year!

Like I mentioned previously I’m an end of August baby, so by the time I had turned 18 all of my friends had had the experience of going out and learnt to handle their drink slightly better…I can’t say the same for myself – the second day of being 18 was spent very hungover, thanks to Slug and Lettuce 2-4-1, and also birthday celebrations meant all my pals were keeping me topped up. I was determined to make 18 a good one…but not to be a negative Nora it went down just as quickly as it started to pick up unfortunately.

I then proceeded to start university about 2 weeks after turning 18 and let me tell you the first 2 months of university were the best 2 months I’ve ever had. Socials, making friends and doing something I loved – I was quite literally having the time of my life, my anxiety was practically non-existent alongside other mental health illness, and I felt like a completely new me! But this all changed when I met a guy…how many times have we all heard this..

I don’t want to dwell on my now ex too much, he doesn’t deserve the time of day, but put politely he was a knob. I don’t need to tell you what he put me through – it’s enough for me to just tell you that my mental health took a turn for the absolute worst, he made me feel bad for going out with all my friends and generally being social (even though thats a normal thing for university students), all in all he made the time together for me an absolute nightmare. Oh and he cheated, did I mention that? Something I regret massively is not leaving it all sooner because I would have then made the most of first year, but we cant turn back the clock, so I’ll just make up for it in second year. But one thing that that pathetic excuse for a relationship taught me, is that if he’s not treating you the way you know you should be treated, just leave, don’t think you can change him, because you can’t. As hard as that is to hear.

Quickly moving on from that, I ended up leaving university in March because my mental health got so bad that I needed to be at home. I had got it into my head that I wasn’t going to go back to university. But no one was shocked to hear me say that in June I wanted to go back, when your as passionate about something as I am about my degree, you’re bound to end up back there getting it. Sooooo…I start year 2 in 2 weeks time, how exciting, I’m going to promise to make this year a good one and make up for everything that I missed out on last year, I think I deserve to have a bit of fun!

While being 18 I’ve had some real lows with my mental health, I suffered more so than ever, which was hard for a lot of people to see – especially as I was straight up refusing to get any sort of help. The tables turned though, when I was admitted to hospital with bad heart palpitations. Heart palpitations are something that aren’t foreign to me, but when my anxiety is bad, thus effects my heart, and one night it just went into overdrive. Despite it being nothing serious, it properly shook me up, so as soon as I could I booked myself into the doctors. Although they weren’t much help (I literally walked in, opened up to my doctor, told him everything and got sent away with a bloody leaflet), I feel like that was the first step in me making a choice to get better. It’s been a bumpy old ride since, but at the moment I’m feeling better than ever, of course I still get bad days, I will for the rest of my life, but these bad days aren’t all the time now, and when they are bad, I know exactly how to manage them. My Dad has been my biggest help when dealing with my mental health, I honestly don’t think I would be here without his help – but one thing that he has drilled into my head this year, is that life isn’t linear, you have to experience being low, to know what it feels like to be happy, and that is so true. He’s also told me multiple times to pull my self together, which occasionally is all I need to hear, so thank you Dad.

Lastly, I’ve made some of the best friends, and memories (mainly throughout summer) since being 18. Starting university has given me life long friendships, as well as starting a new job. I vowed to myself at the beginning of summer to have good one, and boy did it not disappoint, giving me memories to look back on and laugh at. I’m in a good place at the moment, and 19 looks fairly promising. So, heres to being 19.

PS. Future Han, if you’re reading this and having a bit of a down day, just remember how far you’ve come, you’ve got this gal.

All my love,

Han xx

Devon Travel Diaries: Take Two

My hair has never been so knotty, I’ve got a cold, and we’ve just had to put the heating on, in August – welcome to British summer time. Quick update to let you all know I’m still alive, haven’t froze to death…yet.


I’d wrote my previous post at the end of last week in hope that the weather would make a bit of an improvement, I was wrong, I’m currently sat writing this tucked up in a blanket, while listening to the sound of rain on the windows.

Aside from lots, and I mean lots, of walking this week, we have ventured out and had a few adventures too. We did have one very warm day this week – shorts weather. Which we made the most of, visiting Ilfracombe and drinking cider on a roof top pub garden. A lovely little village just outside of where we’re staying. Blue skies, and everything, felt almost tropical. Also tried my first pasty, only taken me 19 years. I underestimated how hard it would be to find a vegetarian pasty that I liked the sound of (being a very fussy eater, this was a hard task), but long and behold, Ilfracombe, had just what I needed, and shock, I actually enjoyed it!!!

Yesterday Mum, Dad and I trekked up to Mothoe, which is up the top of a massive hill, which even I struggled to walk up and I’m used to frequent hill training sessions with my running. Of course we rewarded ourselves with coffee at the top of the hill, would be rude not to. Annddd then of course and pint at the bottom of the hill, again, would be rude not to.

I have to say even though all five of us have come down with colds, I’ve had a lovely getaway so far. I’ve enjoyed not having to get up at 5AM for work meaning I actually have some energy left come 4PM, and I’ve loved just being able to chill out, something that I won’t deny, I’m normally pretty terrible at. Being a sufferer of anxiety and depression, I like my routine, so get up, go to work, train, then spend my evenings with friends or doing something creative. So the first few days, it was particularly hard for me to adjust to not having a routine, my head was all over the place and truth be told I felt awful. I then felt bad for feeling like this on holiday; consequently beating myself up about it, rather than just accepting that I feel like shit. Still, after a couple of days I began to adjust and I’m now kind of getting used to it…


I’m sure they’ll be another one of these before I go – one with birthday celebrations included (it’s my 19th on Wednesday!!!)

All my love,

Han xx

Devon Travel Diaries: Take One

Devon Travel Diaries: Take One

It’s not a holiday in the UK until its torrentially rained at least once (or in my case the entirety of the first 3 days) and the whole family has inevitably got slightly aggy with each other as a result. After the fairly exotic summer the UK has so far experienced, I had my hopes held high for this family trip to Devon, but of course it’s sods law that as soon as we arrive we see this wet stuff falling from the sky, apparently thats called rain; its been so long we were all slightly taken aback by the obscene weather change. I guess I was slightly naive to think that the hot weather we had been experiencing in Costa Del Brighton would follow me to the west country, because it most certainly didn’t. Anyway, we’re all trying to make the best out of a slightly dire (but nonetheless typical and sort of expected) situation… 


When it came to packing this year, all rationalised thinking went straight out the window. In an ideal world, the massive heatwave we had been experiencing, would continue, so of course me being the overly hopeful individual I am, packed for exactly that – I clearly had momentarily forgotten that of course I lived in a country that is for 80% of the year too cold for me to even get my legs out. Thus was reflected in my packing; bikinis? Packed. Shorts? Packed. Crop tops? Packed. Hoodies? Not packed. Long sleeved tops? Not packed. Multiple jeans/trouser options? Not packed. Upon my arrival, I instantly felt a bit sorry for the bundle of positivity I was less than 24 hours ago while packing. Also slightly sorry for my current self, for not packing any warm clothing, and spending the first 3 days freezing my bloody tits off. 

Anyway, enough of me being a negative Nora, I’ve always been bought up to make the best out of these situations, and besides, this was our first family holiday in nearly 3 years, so I’m going to enjoy it, even if it torrentially rains for 2 weeks, and inevitably I end up catching my death, it’ll be worth it.  

To be fair I’m probably being a bit of a drama queen about the whole thing, as in all honesty I’m having an absolute blast of a time (aside from the fact that every time I nicely blow dry my hair, I only have to step outside to resemble some sort of scarecrow).

I’m a massive lover of walking and exploring places, having only been here for 3 days I’ve traipsed around nearly 50K of Devon countryside – I could walk for hours and get so lost, yet have the absolute time of my life, its a little escape for me. On the second day, Mum and I went on a gorgeous walk up to Morthoe village, which is the next village along from where our apartment is – and let me tell you its the steepest hill I’ve ever had to walk up and after running 10K about and hour prior to this little adventure, by the time I got the the top my legs were literal jelly.  All was made worth it though when we found a very indie cafe, in which I was served by someone who I’m 90% sure was Joe from Blossoms, but I highly doubt he can fit in being a barista in his spare time. Not only was the barista very good looking, just to add bonus points, they did an 80% dark hot chocolate – dark chocolate is basically the way to my heart, so I was happy as Larry, mainly to sit down and rest my poor legs, but also the hot chocolate. 


Aside from lots of walking, (I’m one of those sad people that religiously tracks their steps, so after all this walking, I embarrassingly, cant wait to see how many steps I’ll end up doing this holiday), I’ve also done a fair bit of running. Which lets face it, wont come as a shock to anyone as I spend too much time out running around like a lunatic. But since being in Devon, seeing as the beach here is just 3 miles of just pure sand, it’d be stupid to not make the most of this luxury – beaches back home tend to be just stone, an accident waiting to happen if I was ever to run on them. So I’ve been out training, in the wind and rain, along the beach – I had majorly underestimated how much harder running on sand would be to just the standard road running that I’m used to. After day 2, every muscle in my legs hurt, I’m also pretty sure I’ve done something dodgy to my groin, but will I be out again tomorrow morning? Yep, shock x

Body boarding is one of the main reasons I get so excited to come to Devon, you can’t really do this on Littlehampton beach, if you’re a local, you can vouch for this. So, of course my Dad, brothers and I have all spent plenty of time catching some pretty good waves. Although I’ve spent about 80% of this post complaining about the weather, with it being quite windy an overcast the waves are ace, can’t complain there. When we go away, we’ve only ever body boarded, not surfed, as much as I have begged my parents to let me learn – my swimming technique tends to be just doggy paddle and hope you don’t drown, therefore it’s probably best I take their advice and not learn to surf, I’ll just stick to the bTEC version of surfing, body barding. Maybe next year. 

A quick run down of the first few days, and I’m absolutely loving being back here, even if it has rained (a lot), and I’ve been slightly grouchy, sorry Mum x 


Devon is my absolute favourite place in the UK and I’ve visited for as long as I can remember, it’s sort of like my second home. These next couple of weeks will fly by, but after having a very shit year, I’m going to make sure they are a bloody good couple of weeks. 


See you all in my next Devon round up, 

Lots of Love, 

Han xx

First Year University Experience

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Apparently I’ve just finished my first year at university? I say apparently because I have no idea where those 9 months have gone, they have quite literally flown by. I didn’t really get off to the best start at university, don’t get me wrong, the first 3 months were amazing, but upon returning after the Christmas break it just went to absolute shambles. I missed home, my mental health was awful and I was just unhappy. Having said this, I’m in a much better place now, a few more months down the line, and I’m bloody excited for second year, I cannot tell you.

Here’s what my first year at university was like…it was an interesting one that’s for sure.

Halls – Halls are both the best and worse places to live. You’ll attend some of the best flat parties ever, and meet some of the best people, that’s the good part. The trouble started when people didn’t clean up after themselves and started taking my food. To be fair my flat mates weren’t terrible, but I’m pretty sure I was the only one that even touched the hoover the entire time we were living there, I must have been the only one that knew how to use a disinfectant wipe for the kitchen as well… Another thing that I never thought I’d have to deal with is someone taking my food, to be fair it was only tea and ketchup of mine that went walk abouts, but still, am not one for sharing any food, particularly my tea.

Money – Money wasn’t too big of a concern to me, as I had worked very hard the summer previous to save up enough to get me through it. What I wasn’t best pleased with is that I got the smallest amount of student loan, how any student is meant to live on that is beyond me. But I mustered through nonetheless, next year I plan on not being so protective over it, just spend it and enjoy myself, after all university will only happen once for me – I don’t want to look back on it and think, oh I wish I hadn’t been so tight and gone out more.

Freshers Week – I was the unfortunate one that got struck down with freshers flu within the first 4 days of moving in, so I only really enjoyed the first week. Freshers was an interesting one for me because I don’t drink a lot, I was always the one that people would come to in the morning to ask how much they had ruined their lives the night previous thanks to one too many cocktails.

Lectures – I absolutely loved my lectures, I think I may be the only student to ever say that? So I study Textile Design which is of course very practical, therefore it was always nice to have a lecture once or twice a week to shake things up. I struggled with sitting still for so long when I first joined, but I soon got used to it.

Friends – I have made some of the best friends at university, who I will definitely have for life. Like anything in life you’re never going to get along with everyone and this became apparent to me within the first couple of months, but this didn’t matter as long as I had my little group. Making friends I didn’t struggle with too much, I think this was down to me just faking my confidence and talking to literally everyone, had I not done this I’m sure it would have been a much different story.

My first year could have gone a lot better, but overall it was a massive learning curve, I now definitely know what I would/will be doing differently come September!

Any of you who have been to university, what was your first year experience like? This always interests me!

All my love,