Memoirs of a Chalet Girl

I’ve decided to do something totally different in this post after watching the new film Chalet Girl.

Doing a season is something I’ve wanted to do since the very first time I went skiing about 6 years ago, so when I finished my A-levels I had already planned and saved to go to Courchevel and work in a hotel.

The gorgeous French Alps

So when everyone went to start their first year at uni. I hopped on a plane with a load of people I didn’t know, some who had done this before, others who were new to it. I was sitting on the plane, next to a girl who was absolutely smashed “been drinking in the airport for the last twelve hours” she told me. Christ, here we go.

There was another girl as well who was beside herself, distraught and hiccupping for breath as the plane took off. As overdramatic as I thought this was, this girl turned out to be one of my best friends on my season, and a fellow chalet girl.

So, my season. Yes it is as messy as everyone hears it is, yes you do have to work some savage hours (starting at 4am once a week), no not everyone sleeps around as much as people assume you do, but yes, there are the select few who do.

I came across everything on my season, from people having threesomes, walking in on people getting it on, people getting naked and crowd surfing, people skiing naked, people skiing down mountains drunk, in the dark (I’m sorry but I have to put my hands up to this one). A lot of this took place in the seasonal Valley Rally, which meant a lot of drinking, a lot of nakedness and a lot of gruesome tasks within a time limit.

The most lethal drink that ever touched our lips, which wasn’t a consumable version of petrol, was Mutzig.  ‘Mutzig- Forget Everything’ was the slogan, and what a poster advert the seasonaires were for it.


There were nights such as Power Hour, where four-pint jugs of mutzig were only 8euros for two, that’s right two. If you could still stand by the end of your second jug then you were probably pouring your beer away in the toilet. It was lethal, but it was how every seasonaire let their hair down, the night before their day off.

Of course, every Power hour night meant serious repercussions. If you were silly/ drunk enough to shit on your own doorstep then you had to face the consequences, usually at 6am the next morning, still slightly drunk.

It was also these nights where those who came out with partners at home, became unfaithful. In all honesty, not one person who had a partner back home remained faithful; that is the vicious truth.

However there were the select few who couldn’t resist the romance of the Alps, and settled down into relationships, most of which are still together now, even back in ‘the real world’. This is where I blush and admit to being one of those people…

I met some of the most amazing people on my season, made some unlikely friends and awesome memories. It was one of the most upsetting moments in my life having to say goodbye the people who had become my best friends, and family. Everyone was going on to something different, summer seasons, university or some were putting their wild sides behind them to get a “real” job.

Getting home was incredibly exciting at first, but within a week of catching up with everyone who I’d missed for months I was ready to jump back on a plane to France.

I had so many stories to tell, people I wish everyone back home new about, yet they didn’t and they struggled to relate. However it means whenever I meet up with people from my season, and a year on I still see them, we can spend many nostalgic hours reminiscing over the ravaged antics of our season and the best moments of our lives.

We spent five months, skiing, drinking, laughing, working and never having to hear the sound of a police car or ambulance, we were almost shut off from reality with our lack of internet and television.

Yet being able to go for walks through the snow-capped trees, eat at some of the most gorgeous restaurants dotted around the mountains, go sledging through the trees or paraglide of the mountain in the sunshine, made my season perfect.

I didn’t care for the amount of weight I put on, or the lack of sleep I had. I quickly got over changing soiled sheets and cleaning toilets with a toothbrush. It was only a small price to pay for the best months of my life. If I could, I would drop everything in a second and do it all over again. Even for only £70 a week. Easy.

Any offers?

For other brilliant articles on chalet girls see:

Chalet girl: the life of a seasonaire

Chalet girl: the real story


The Bold, Blunt Bobs


Fearne Cotton

Seems like one hairstyle is slowly trending amongst the celebrity scene with more revealing drastic chops into blunt bobs.

Fearne Cotton tweeted a picture of her latest cut, which is not too dissimilar in style to Olivia Palermo’s brown shoulder length cut. It’s not too drastic, falls nicely and suits her perfectly!

Olivia Palermo

The most attention grabbing cut however came from everyone’s favourite Friends character, and hair icon, Jennifer Aniston.

She changed her almost white, long locks for a drastic crop with more subdued honey hues.


Jennifer Aniston

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Is it cool to smoke again?

With the government fighting to discourage the younger population, and reduce the number of people smoking altogether, the fashion world is doing exactly the opposite.

Throwing celebrities such as Lady Gaga and previous runway model Kate Moss on the catwalk with fag in tow, to pay homage to such a controversial topic has had columnists in tangles over whether it is completely outrageous (see Jan Moir ), or fashionable.

Personally that eye-watering, breath hindering smell of cigarettes is not one I’m going to be substituting my Marc Jacobs Daisy perfume for any time soon.

The fact that when Kate Moss did it, the press went mad, she’s a ‘bad role model’, she should know its ‘bad for your skin’, its like they had just caught her doing a line of coke all over again, yet when Lady Gaga does it, everyone looks away- if it’s not made of meat they’re not interested in her poor attention seeking attempts.


Kate Moss Smoking

Lady Gaga smoking

Even designer Kurt Geiger has started ‘Le Smoking’ trend, with the ‘cigarette heel’ in smokey hues. Now I’m all for this kind of smokin’ hot style, especially when it comes to shoes (that I more than likely can’t walk in) I’m all over it like a rash. Particularly sky scraper (Carvela)  heels which ooze pizzazz:


Le Smoking heels

High Street Buys

With London Fashion Week having just come to an end, a key feature on the catwalks for this season have been sky-high wedges.

Now personally, I’m not a big fan however, when browsing I could help but gush at some of these beauties:

1. These beautiful suede espadrille wedges from Giuseppe Zanotti are my absolute favourites! It jsut really pains me that they are £469

2. Who other than Kurt Geiger could produce some bright orange, suede wedges and still make me love them (despite the fact they would clash horribly with my ginger hair). for £190 you can get them in purple, black and tan too.

3. The metallic violet espadrille wedge, for £239 by House of Harlow 1960 were also an eye catcher because of the gorgeous nude scale-effect leather.

4. These Trish linen wedge peep-toe heels (£255) have to be my second favourites to the Zanotti pair, the minimalistic, grey suede has me pairing them with outfits in my mind. You could shove them (maybe not shove but rather put on with great care) with any outfit to add a little extra class.

Now, it’s probably just me, but I’m not very fond of the espadrille style wedge, which seem to be gracing the shelves of all our highstreet stores at them moment, but I selected a few that if I had to choose the espadrille style wedge, one of these would probably be it:

High street wedges

1. The black shelly espadrille wedge, for £35 can be foudn at

2. I’m afraid these are my least favourite of them all, however, they are the Castaner knot, mid covered espadrille wedges which for £96 (really?!) can be found at

3. These aren’t so bad, leather Netti espadrille wedges from River Island for £64.99

4. Barry bargain, reduced from £95 down to £66.50, these leather peep toe wedges are from French Connection.


For me, summer is all about wearing flip flops and pumps, so I’ve already seen one of each that I fully intend to buy.

These delicious, bright coloured jelly sandals by Carvela, from Kurt Geiger.


These cream crochet ballet pumps from Topshop.


‘Cause that’s what student loans are for… right?

Student Awareness

Emma Watson, famous for her role as Hermione in the Harry Potter franchise, is renowned for being an environmentally friendly student, and just as brainy off screen as she is on screen.

Having worked with People Tree over the last year trying to push ethical fashion into the lime light, Watson also took a trip to Bangladesh to fully immerse herself in the project and see exactly what goes on behind the scenes of the production line.

“It was an incredible and life-changing experience. I wish everyone had the chance to see the difference Fairtrade makes”.

Emma’s latest eco-friendly project is working alongside designer Alberta Feretti, using only environmentally friendly materials.

Watson and Ferretti

The intentions are all very good, and it is all for a good cause, however if any of you can afford to fork out between £300- £1,100 for a skirt, pair of shorts, or a dress then I envy you.

I forget that, despite her being a student, she does have a few bob in the bank, along with a lovely six figure Lancome deal on the way. Sigh.

Off the High Street

It’s still pretty cold, especially for the southerners up north, however with a glimpse of summer poking out from behind the clouds, the shops are chucking the coats onto that sale rails and cracking out the summer gear. Bliss.

ith summer comes effortless fashion, minimal style and effort, sun-kissed tans (or in my case burns and peeling skin, yum.) and festivals!

So with two holidays booked (yay!) I can’t steer clear of the shops, and all the tempting summer wear is drawing me in. Luckily so far it’s all been window shopping, but it’s just a matter of time and I’ll be buying some of these delicious pieces:

Topshop shorts



After seeing Jennifer Aniston’s latest film, Just Go With It (which I must admit had me cackling throughout like a banshee), I couldn’t get over the gorgeous crochet style dress she was wearing on holiday. So after ages of scouring the web for this dress I eventually found it…. all the way out there, out of reach and out of my price range, but never out of mind. Bad times.

Just Go With It


This GORGEOUS dress by Anna Kosturova (will kost-u-ova £200) is what I am trying to find a similar style to all over the web.

Not to make it sound like I am obsessed with Topshop, but I found a crochet style dress on their online website that I am willing to settle for, and at a lovely, affordable price:

I have come to accept that at some point between now and my holiday, I will give in and probably max my student loan on summer wear…I can’t help but be tempted by Kurt Geiger‘s latest summer heels either. Slippery, slippery slope…

Heart of the City


When I was deciding on where I wanted to go to uni, the two main factors (aside from the course) that I focused on were the following:

  1. It had to be a big city. A city I could get lost in, explore day after day and even after my first year still be finding new places.
  2. It had to have great night life. Every student wants the full “uni experience” and a huge factor of that are great nights out, fancy dress themes, different clubs and bars on different nights

I do think I made the right choice in city when I chose Sheffield. The regeneration of the city centre is strikingly obvious as you notice the postmodern architecture and the number of water features the council have propped up everywhere.

The city holds so much history in the red bricked walls.

Not only is that, but people up north are a lot more welcoming and friendly. Everyone you walk past in the morning says hello, even the kids in tracksuits hold doors open for me.

Over the past few months I have come to appreciate  just how beautiful this city is. And it’s constantly improving.

What I love about it is that despite it being a huge city, there are serene places throughout the centre where you can escape. Take a book and get lost for hours on the grass in front of the fountains, or hide away in the enclosed Winter Gardens.

The disheartening part of it all is that in England, when you start university, you start in the most miserable season on them all.

Especially being up north, rain is part of the package, rarely a day goes by without a little downpour. Grey clouds and drizzly rain has the damaging effect of making some of the most beautiful places seem mundane and dull.

For those who don’t settle easily this can add to the doubt, and feeling of loneliness some feel when leaving home. No one wants to go out and explore their new home in torrential downpour.

Luckily this winter, we were blessed (I say blessed almost everyone else bar 2-5 year olds, say cursed) with inches and inches of powder white snow! Driving through Snakes Pass, Peak District was like driving through the mountains in the gorgeous Alps. Personally, I could live in the Alps all year round, it has to be my favourite place in the world, so naturally I welcomed the snow and the peaceful tranquillity it brought with it. This magical spell had a heart-warming welcoming effect on me, that throughout my first semester I never felt homesick or lonely, and welcomed uni life enthusiastically.

It feels like I got the whole package when I came to uni here.  I feel like I’m in the heart of it all. Everyone knows Sheffield, they can locate it on a map and relate in one way or another.

It’s just what I wanted, the ‘big city life’. I’m a small fish in a big pond, just how I like it, for now.