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Sunday, 19 February 2017

IT’S OFFICIAL: STAYING IN IS THE NEW GOING OUT

BLACK FAUX FUR COAT | SIMILAR
EMBROIDERED TROUSERS | RIVER ISLAND
BARELY THERE PERSPEX SANDLES | BOOHOO
BAG | GUCCI





This story may be slightly late, but... I went out with some friends for New Year's and it cost a LOT of money for outfits, tickets, foods etc. The place that we went to cost £50.00 just for tickets (yaass honey's! I'm annoyed that I sPent that much also *side eye emoji*), but luckily that included unlimited drinks #winning. We got to the club really excited and expected it to be the best girls night ever! Once I got there I unfortunately felt the opposite to this. I felt like I didn’t belong there anymore and I alternatively wished that I had gone out for food and drinks instead (and obvs in bed by 12).

One of the first signs that I had whilst on this night out that made it very clear to me that I should instead should have been at home in my onesie, would have to be the fact that everything and everyone out made me feel VERY old. Yeah I said it, I felt old; the music (I can’t deal with grime), the extreme dance moves (mosh pits in the centre of the dancefloor to Kanye’s 'Father Stretch My Hands' are eughhhh to me', the toilet cubicles (are disgusting – I legit can’t deal with their dirtiness), the outfits (apparently wearing jeans and converse’s on a night out is now the ‘cool’ look and is undoubtedly putting House of CB out of demand – booo!).

Wardrobe issues are real when going out. I never ever seem to have clothes in my wardrobe ready to go for a night out. I always have to buy something new. I can’t really wear the same dress for a ‘special occasion’ that I wore for a previous one because I like every special occasion to feel special and I can’t feel that way in an old dress (I know that it may seem weird to some, but this is how I work) – enter the spending money on a new dress. If I thought of how much money I have spent on getting outfits for a night out instead of saving for something more important like my mortgage deposit I could genuinely cry...

So after taking all of this in consideration on New Year's day after the clocks struck 12 and boredom had truly hit me and my friends – I knew that I was truly done with going out. I always say, once you've been to one party, you've been to every party. It's like going to pretty cathedrals as a tourist when you're backpacking around Europe. You're not going to find some new, more amazing kind of cathedral at the hundredth cathedral.

I'm not saying that I will never ever go out anything because that would making promises that I can't keep, but I can guarantee that it will be a lot less than I have gone out in the past for sure.



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