In which we discuss the impact of the current highly ennervating political climate on our collective need to not only clutch our pearls, but also pair them with with a parade of luxey soul-soothing textures
Last minute gifts you can whip up using stuff you probably already have in your kitchen, but which still show you really thought about it
When you're the very rare person who actually likes a reformulated foundation better than the original
Something about being confronted with an ocean of choice makes me extra picky. Here's a quick run down of the beauty must-tries I ticked off on my trip to NYC
DIOR'S FEMINIST T-SHIRT IS A LOAD OF WANK. Seriously. It sucks and I will tell you why in great detail
Trump makes me feel like I should be writing about feminism right now, but I've bought new makeup so we're talking about both
I'm sitting at home on a Friday night, wanting to write a post but feeling a stuck. I have some new and entirely unnecessary beauty purchases I wanted to share with you, and another post in the works with revolves primarily around a giant marshmallow from Camden (true story) but the timing just doesn't feel right.
It might be just me, but I’ve noticed a weird wave of re-branding sweeping through the ranks of celebrity blogger type people famous for eating stuff lately. It seems that none of them are, nor ever were ‘clean eaters’.
A few days ago I was overcome with what I was sure would be a regrettable impulse. It was nearly New Year's eve and I wanted a change. Specifically a change to my hair. So, acting against my better judgement and ignoring the stern voice in my head yelling something along the lines of 'this is literally something people do in bad romcoms. This is one of those things that goes horribly wrong every single time anyone anywhere does it' I grabbed a pair of totally unsuitable scissors from the cutlery drawer and chopped myself a fringe over the bathroom sink.
This is going to be a bit of a gushy post, but Christmas is a gushy time of year. It's the most gushingest tiiiiiiime of the yeeeeeear, as it were. So brace yourselves.
Bruges is beautiful, but thanks to a few quirks in Belgian tax law, eating dinner there can be outrageously expensive. Sometimes it's worth it (there's no price I wouldn't pay for a top notch fondue) but just in case you want to save a few cents on a trip to this stunning city, I thought I'd put together a list of the most affordable eateries the BF and I uncovered while there.
I think 24 was the age I stopped looking forward to birthdays. In 2015 I literally woke up on January 1st, sat up in bed and though 'F*ck. I'm gonna be 25 this year. I need to get my shit together.' Literally. This literally happened. I wasn't in the career I wanted to be in, I felt directionless and disappointed with myself, and thus the birthday-as-deadline was born.
A while back I treated the BF to a night out on the town for no reason at all. Actually no, I do know the reason, and it’s because I was having fancy place withdrawal symptoms. Usually I’m a huge fan of the cheap and cheerful hidden gem - think a greasy spoon which does the best heart-clogging full english ever, or a sushi dive with serve-yourself green tea and boxes of kleenex for napkins (this is a real place).