When I was about 14, I realised I would never be a natural blonde again. Not even a mousey, bleached-in-the-sun, in-the-right-light kinda blonde. It still hurts to say it but even with a very blonde mother (and brother, damn him) I am no longer a natural blonde.
That said, it never stopped me trying. I have been blonde ever since. I've considered black locks (hello Bauhaus-listening goth self) but never did it for the fear that I'd never been blonde again or that my mother would skin me alive. So with 20-odd years of experience (shit, how old?), it's fair to say I'm a bit of an expert when it comes to going under the bottle and avoiding parched, frazzled locks.
Time to embrace your inner Bardot my friends. Read More
I’ve been worrying about the world lately. Not politically speaking, that worries me as well given how f**ked it all feels at the moment but that's a whole different kettle of fish. I'm worried for the environment. The planet. I know, dull right? But I just can't help it.
Rubbish. The Great Pacific Garbage Patch. Farming. Industry. Whales dying on beaches because their innards are filled with crap that we've thrown away. The horrendous smog I encountered in Hong Kong. The entire fast fashion industry. It weighs heavily on my shoulders.
I'm not going to turn into a smug preachy eco-blogger or anything like that. That'd be a bit rich coming from someone who's done two long haul flights in the last year. But I believe there are plenty of small practical ways that we can all stop being so damn wasteful. Maybe it's the effect of living in London for the last 9 years or so. Seeing mountains of rubbish piling up everyday after people have bought their (wrapped-in plastic) lunches and guzzled a (plastic) bottle of water which all gets tossed with little thought. Or maybe it's because I just give a damn. Read More
In an effort to not buy as many things and to try and save money, I've been compiling lists of all the pretty things that catch my eye (and I can't afford) on Trello and pinning away as always. I've also been trying to be more selective/ethical with my purchases these days after a reading a couple of books about the ethics of fashion and how to live with less impact on the environment. I haven't stopped wanting things but I'm certainly being more considered. Read More
So it turns out I haven’t written a blog post since October. How the hell did that happen? Bad Charlotte. Every January I vow to, once again, up my blogging game. Along with saving more, eating only raw vegetables and giving alcohol, obvs. Clearly I've failed at all three again this year but I have a fairly good excuse. Read More
Some days feel more like dreams than reality. Not an I'm-so-tired-I'm-sleep-walking kind of day but an everything-is-so-beautiful-it-doesn't-feel-real kind of day. Honey & Harvest at Deans Court was certainly one of those days. Read More
My MacBook kicked the bucket over summer. At the time, I was too busy freelancing two jobs, having my sister come and stay, viewing horrible houses in a bid to get on the property ladder, and you know, having a life to do anything other than swear and think, I'll come back to that.
I blame the change of season. I pretty much want new everything right now, even if that does conflict rather majorly with the current house-buying goals.
Autumn, my old friend. Hello. Dappled light and cold, crisp mornings. Leaf-stomping boots and trench coats. Toadstools and spiders in the garden. I do love this time of year, even if it does mean that Winter is coming.
When my end of high school year book was being compiled, we were all asked where we would be in 10 years' time. I may or may not have answered "Living in a castle in the UK, married to a rock star." Ahem. More than 15 years later I've nailed the living in the UK part, failed at living in a castle (too cold and drafty) and am unmarried to a dude in band. I'm not sure where this vision came from, but I mostly put it down to reading too-many British Vogue magazines growing up and years of being obsessed with bands. What I realise now is that I should've tried to be the girl in a band, not married to a boy in one. Read More
I've been dying to drag out my sewing machine but just not had the time lately. As our flat is teeny, there's no room to keep it set up all the time. Read More