Wellies.

I am loving wellies so much right now, which is quite convenient as I'm going to Soul Survivor festival on Sunday where wellies are VITAL!

I adore Hunter wellies. They are classic festival chic and come in so many amazing colours. If only I could afford them... *sigh*

http://www.cloggs.co.uk/ has the best range I could find, but they're still 70-odd quid. But they're so preeeeetty!! These lime green ones are my favourites (above right).

So, after resigning myself to the fact that me and Hunters were never going to happen, I set out searching for some cheaper alternatives. I've had some nice Joules ones in the past and my mum has some super-comfortable pink Toggi ones. However, these were still nearing £30/£40 and I am a cheapskate. Then... REVELATION! I went on http://www.amazon.co.uk/ and found the seller I Love Shoes. They have some beautiful wellies which rarely cost over £20 :) :) After plenty of umming and ahhing I decided on some pink ones with a little knitted bit over the top and they were only £17.99 ♥♥♥ (above left).

Solid colour wellies means I can wear more patterned clothes and fits in with this year's colour blocking trend! How can it get any better?

Lots of love

Beth ♥

Moths.

I hate moths. Absolutely hate them. They are disgusting, pointless, ugly, terrifying harbingers of death. Bit weird considering I quite like butterflies. That's right... I am a sufferer of Mottephobia (yes, that is the real name for it). I don't know where this admittedly irrational phobia stemmed from, but my first moth-based memory is lying in bed when I was about 10 and using a tissue to squish a moth on the wall. It left a dusty, grey smear. Sick. But honestly, what is the point of a moth? What contribution do they make to the planet? NOTHING! They are frankly too stupid to do anyone any good. They flap madly around any source of light because they think it's the sun. Morons. As soon as the sun goes down, they emerge from their hiding places and fly into different things until the sun comes up. They always wait on my front door so I can't even get into my house! Evil... In our shed in Mozambique, there was a single light bulb that hung down from the ceiling and attracted loads of moths. Obviously, this in itself made me very uneasy, but once one of them actually FLEW INTO MY FACE. GROOOOOOOOOOOSS. In English the other day my lecturer was saying how in A Streetcar Named Desire, Blanche is likened to a moth. José, the spanish kid in my class, didn't know what a moth was so my lecturer put a huge picture of one up on the whiteboard and left it up for about 20 thousand trillion hours. I couldn't even look. And Laetitia thought it was really funny to see me squirming. I just don't understand how anyone can tolerate moths. They are horrifying, nauseating zombie butterflies. Beth ♥

Beth the IB Kid.

Well hellooooooooo there chums.

Long time no seeeeeee :)

I write this new post as Beth the 16 year old, Beth who went to Africa and

BETH THE IB KID.

Yesssssssss.

So, in the time I have callously abandoned you, oh lovely blog, I went to Mozambique (amazing), went to Soul Survivor (amazing), got my GCSE results (pretty good really) and started the International Baccalaureate (not too bad).

But that's enough yakking. Enjoy the pictures (^_^)

Love

Bethy Haz Haz ♥