After a difficult first term punctuated by settling in angst, confusion and frustration, I left London for the holidays somewhat disillusioned with the London College of Fashion. Now, after two days of my second term, I feel happier than ever.
Stepping back inside the university buildings yesterday I felt completely refreshed and enthused. Greeting coursemates after weeks apart made me realise how many friends I have made, and how lucky I am to be part of a small and friendly group.
Monday's lectures summed up for me exactly why I am here. The subject of Monday lectures is given the broad title of 'cultural studies', a term that doesn't do justice to the breadth and depth of topics covered. From fashion history to the issues of gender and dress, this is the substance behind the frills and pussy bows. However much I may love the flashing lights and delicious aesthetics of the industry, this is the real foundation of my love for fashion. In just one day we were given a brief overview of the history of the female form and discussed feminism in relation to clothes. I was so inspired I then spent an hour in the library and left laden with books.
In the afternoon it was to a classroom on the roof terrace looking over Oxford Street where we had a debate about Wonderbra: empowering or enslaving? As we debated (second from baking in my list of favourite activities is probably a good debate) out the window the sun was setting over London. For me it doesn't get much better than this: in a city I love, studying a subject I am passionate about.
I am in such a good mood that this morning I set to work on one of my new year's resolutions, and jogged my way around Victoria Park. And after another excellent lecture today I came home so full of energy that there was only one way to calm me down. Yes, that's right, the pink apron came out again. It was time to bake.