So I feel as though maybe I should introduce myself a little more. Here you all are reading about me and I don’t feel as though you know me well enough.

So here goes…

My name is Anastassier Hart-Parker.

I was born on 30th June 1995 in a city I left behind long ago.

I have one younger brother, currently aged 17 whom I am very close to and means the world to me.

You could say I had an idyllic and privileged childhood. I grew up between houses in the Cotswolds and London.

I went to a small girls boarding school in Lincolnshire and it truly was the best five years of my life. For A Level I took Biology, Chemistry, History and Psychology before eventually deciding to pursue a degree in Psychology.

I knew there was never any other place for me to go to uni than London. I mean, I considered other places but to me this city is just magical. I adore the hustle and bustle of central but then 20 minutes later you can be surrounded by the tranquillity of Richmond Park – a place that will forever be special to me.

I left school in 2013 after gaining a place at a wonderful London university. However, I didn’t take this place up right away. I felt it wasn’t necessarily for me at that time in my life and that maybe there were other things I needed to do first before I committed myself to three years studying one subject. Here I was more or less dedicating my life to one path and I wasn’t even certain of it. Continue reading

Beauty, Fashion

When Mumma Came to Stay (2)

My last post about the Saturday when Mum visited was rather much longer than I had anticipated, so here is part two!

Sunday morning was spent in the flat, I cooked bacon sandwiches and then we had a walk into Richmond Park as Mum hadn’t been there since her days of playing Polo at Ham. It busier than I thought it would be at that time; families strolling, men playing rugby and children climbing on the trees. This was certainly needed to walk off our rather over indulgent meal at Zizzi!

From here, we caught the 72 bus to Westfield. Mum being down to visit, I thought would be the prime opportunity to ask so very nicely for some new clothes. However, I got so carried away I paid for everything myself and it also makes returning items easier as they were all put onto my card.

From my H&M post, I had had my eye on the sleeveless black dress with the lace trim and also a playsuit from Bershka.

Bershka XMAS Shimmer Detail Playsuit

Bershka XMAS Shimmer Detail Playsuit – £29.99

As you may have noticed, black is a recurring theme throughout my wardrobe. I definitely must branch out but as soon as I walk into a shop I am drawn towards the monochrome displays! Continue reading


When Mumma Came to Stay

I see myself as so so lucky to be able to count my Mum as my best friend; she is the one person I can tell everything to and since moving to London I missed her dreadfully…! I know she isn’t far away – just a two hour trip away  and of course I have seen her since I have been here, but this weekend was the first time she has been to visit me here since dropping me off with all my possessions way back in September.

I went all out for this visit. It was weird; even though it was just my Mum visiting and if anyone knows how untidy I am it will be her, I felt as if I should prove to her that I was able to cope living away from home. I did all my washing, hoovered and polished and even bleached my en suite!

Mum was due to arrive Saturday lunchtime and by bedtime Friday I was SO excited to see her! She arrived into Kings Cross about 12pm and I surprised her at the station to help carry her bags (such a good daughter!). From there it was straight back to my flat for a cup of tea and a catch up on the past weeks. Continue reading


Forty Days

I have officially been living in London for 40 days. It still amazes me that just under eight weeks ago I had never met the seven crazy and wonderful girls live with. When I first found out it was to be an all girls flat I was a little apprehensive; having attended an all girls school, I know only too well how quickly one small problem can escalate to a full blown row ruining bonds forever. And, especially living together in such a confined space (literally eight bedrooms and a kitchen / dining room / sitting room / general tiny social area off one hallway) I didn’t think everyone would gel so quickly.

Admittedly, there are times when it all gets too much, a little claustrophobic. But then living in the third largest city in Europe there is always something exciting happening, somewhere to go and someone to see. But I feel so lucky to have them and I feel that even though I haven’t known them long that they would be there if ever I needed any advice.

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