Miss Quit begins the week bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, but will she end it feeling foxy or as if she's going to the dogs? Only time (and lots of coffee) will tell...
This week Miss Quit has a problem, but she can’t quite decide what it is…and therein lies the quit.
Miss Quit says farewell to flares, skinnies and bootcuts, in an attempt to stand out from the crowd by ditching her denims. How long will she last? Only Levi’s knows…
Enjoying newfound freedom after her sudden release from the shackles of revision, Miss Quit receives many offers she can’t refuse…
Miss Quit gives up her mobile phone - or a least she tries her best to.
Miss Quit decides to bury her head in the proverbial sand and avoid any kind of news from infiltrating her conciousness.
By clearing her mind for academic pursuits, Miss Quit creates a void so large only one thing can fill it: a large serving of fresh, hot gossip. Can she resist the lure of idle talk?
‘The optimist thinks that this is the best of all possible worlds. The pessimist fears this is true’ – Miss Quit finds being the only optimist in the village something to smile (and dance) about.
A week of rising with the sun leaves Miss Quit more productive, but severely craving her beauty sleep…
Tired of living knee-deep in all her clutter, Miss Quit attempts to clear her mind and soul by way of her domain. Failing that, at least her room will be tidier…
