Visiting Hyper Japan

Yesterday I went to the Hyper Japan Christmas market. It was really fun!

I LOVE going to conventions. Even though the busy-ness can be stressful, experiencing an insight into the microcosmic worlds certain interests (or countries in this case) have created is fascinating.

I’d seen Hyper Japan advertised before but been unable to go at the time, so when I spotted it in the Metro on my morning commute last week I excitedly booked tickets straight away.

In an attempt to try and not blow all my money (which easily happens at these kinds of events!) I made a mental list of things I’d get:

1. Strange flavoured kit kats
2. A bonsai tree
3. A plush llama
4. Presents for OTHER people

I just about stuck to the above, by which I mean, I did get number 2 & 3 (plus a whole bunch of other kawaii things, but all for myself. Oops.)


Everything was just SO cute.


All the sellers were super friendly too, especially the lovely lady that handmade this kawaii banana necklace:


As well as staring longingly at all the alpacasso merchandise (alpacasso is the official name for the cute llamas) we also took advantage of the delicious free alcohol samples on offer. I can’t remember the names of all the drinks we tried, but know one was a very strong Japanese whiskey and the rest sweet favoured variations of saki.

We bought a cup of warm saki to wander around with and stopped for a while to watch the cosplay competition contestants show off their character moves on a catwalk styled stage. Even though I had no idea who a lot of the characters were, I still was in complete awe of the amazing detail each person had gone to with their costumes. Also, there was a giant, burly man in a huge Hello Kitty outfit, which might have been my favourite. (I was too busy eating noodles at this time to take any pictures!)

Also, check out our beautiful bonsai!


I bought way more than I should have, but hey ho, that’s always the way! It was really fun and I’d definitely like to go back when it’s next on.

Have any of you been before? Let me know in the comments!

Have an eggcelent Sunday ūüôā


Amber x


A little spring in autumn

It’s been a while since I’ve done a charity shop post on here and seeing as I’m having a very lazy Sunday (with a Chinese takeaway on the way and pj bottoms already on) it seems like the perfect time for an update.

Over the last few months I’ve found a lot of treasures here and there, though mostly at car boot sales throughout the summer. Now that the colder weather’s set in and car boot season is over, I’m back to popping into the charity shops when I can for a quick browse. I’ll be moving from my dad’s house further into London next month too, so am making the most of my local haunts and on the lookout for any cute home wares while I’m at it!

Yesterday was a cold, rainy, errand running day (not the most exciting of Saturdays!) The positive was that I found two cute hand knitted blankets, a pastel pink cardigan, vintage floral dress and little rabbit figurine. I feel like the below pictured purchases are especially spring themed, but work also as cosy items to brighten up these darker months.

IMG_0315-1.PNGI collect kitschy ceramics so was ecstatic when I found this little one at the bottom of a bargain box for 50p!IMG_0310-1.JPGI’m in love with pastel colours and the fact this cardigan is cropped too should make it perfect for wearing with high waisted trousers or over long dresses.

IMG_0317-0.PNGI think this dress will be great for wearing to work with thick black tights, boots and a chunky cardi. That’s what I love about this sort of style of floral vintage dress, they can be dressed up or down really easily and work perfectly to brighten up winter outfits. I also love how comfortable they are! The one above is a medium but fits fine, with just enough slouch without looking swampy.

So there it is, a quick little charity shop haul. Until the next post, ciao!


I recently had my fourth tattoo¬†done by the incredible Rebecca Vincent. It’s a little black and grey hot air balloon ‚̧


I’m really happy with it! This event also set my thoughts on a ramble spree…

The first

I got my first tattoo done when I was eighteen. I went to a local place with my best friend. It was shabby, cluttered, and the guy that owned it was chubby, sweaty and wore overalls, always reminding us of a character from the horror film Hostel.

It wasn’t the kind of place you’d expect great¬†things from, but something about it was weirdly comforting. My mum had gotten a tattoo of a dancing fairy there and growing up I’d gotten various piercings there. Sure, some kids once threw a stink bomb into the waiting room, and sure, the owner had this habit of pre-piercing anecdotes that seemed to go on forever, the needle waving about terrifyingly in front of you. In the end though it was cheap(ish), close and the only tattoo place we really knew, so seemed the perfect choice.

I remember not really knowing what I wanted, but just knowing that I wanted something. I was in Brighton, seeing a band called The Virgins when I decided that I should get a heart on my left wrist. It didn’t need any grand metaphorical reasoning behind it. I was eighteen, about to leave sixth form after my a-levels, and in that particular moment I felt young and completely free; in love with the world and the cinematic, dramatic perception being eighteen gives it.

So we got them done. A random dude sketched a heart out on paper, we waited for what felt like hours, saw a woman walk out clutching her wrist in pain and felt petrified. I don’t really remember it hurting, but then again, it did only take about two minutes. What I remember most is sitting at home after, staring at my wrist and feeling strange.


There’s still something quite strange staring at it now. Of my three tattoos it’s definitely the worst. It’s tiny and the line work seems to have expanded a little. Still, I don’t regret it. I got it at a time in my life that may not have been especially well thought out, but it was still a time I’m happy to have marked. It feels as naturally a part of me as any other markings of life and most importantly, it was my choice. You have to trust your choices sometimes and feel assured by them, especially when it comes to tattoos. I can laugh at how small and silly it might look to some people, but deep down not let it hurt me.

What my tattoos mean to me

It’s strange, because I feel like someone that shouldn’t like tattoos. I over think every little detail of life, always doubt my decisions (and have trouble making them in the first place), worry and am in general a bit of an anxious mess. For this reason, tattoos¬†should be the worst idea possible!

I feel really proud of them though. While getting tattoos means something different for everyone, for me they make me feel like a stronger version of myself. When other people ask me about them, I feel brave and confident, because they represent things I love and a part of my personality that is unafraid rather than riddled with anxieties or doubts.


Being sensible

If you’re thinking of getting a tattoo too, here’s some humble advice:

1. Research and find an established tattoo artist whose work you love. Finding a style that perfectly connects with your ideas or inspires you makes *all* the difference.
2. Think carefully about placement. Unfortunately, some employers might have issues with tattoos and depending what your work situation is, this is always something to keep in mind.
3. Consider the future. While I’m not so fussed about how my tattoos will look when my body gets older and wrinklier, I do contemplate whether the designs I’ve chosen will have the same meaning to me. You might really love Lady Gaga now, but what about in ten years?
4. Get used to the idea. It’ll be on your body forever after all.
5. Don’t let other people (and the prejudices of society) get to you. Know that if you get a tattoo, there will be those that criticise it and you. Don’t listen.
6. Sun cream is your friend!