Nothing can bring me down

It's all be suspiciously quiet here, but not without reason. Prior to Christmas, all wishes of a white Christmas and a pony under the tree were put on the back burner, for all I wanted from Santa was an internship. Before, the thought of bartering my Chanel bag brought on cold sweats and a dry mouth, but I would have given absolutely anything to know I could sit in the fashion cupboard at a prestigious magazine. Well, three months and approximately forty CVs later, and all my wishes have come true in the space of a fortnight. To think I shall be sitting at The Times fashion desk in a few months, followed up by a stint at You magazine, makes my head spin - I couldn't have asked for anything better, and with a few magazine offers in the pipeline, I am over the moon.
Personal blog much? Well, it is about fashion after all, and with Material Girl airing tonight on BBC1, it seems fitting to think about the ins and outs of the industry. I type this as it is still running on the old telly jelly box, and quite frankly, it's drivel. A name drop of St Martins and filming at my local bowling alley couldn't even bring it round in my books. Programmes like this seem so eager to give substance to the perceivably trivial, but only succeed in drumming home all the stereotypes already plastered across poor fashion's forehead. Maybe we are all emotionless bitches caught up in an apparently meaningless cyclone of clothes, shoes and 'it' bags (which, for the record, we're not), but the emphasis put upon the cut throat element of business only satisfies my knowledge that I'm trying to succeed in a rather jagged and unpredictable world. Which makes me even more willing to work my fingers to the bone, grab late nights by the scruff of the neck and ensure an elated grin is forever slapped across my face. And even if I am just asked to make a cup of tea for the lovely Lisa Armstrong, believe me, it'll be the best damn cup of tea I have EVER made.