The days are shorter and the nights are colder. My boyfriend is hungrier and I'm trying not to fatten up for the winter. The urge to eat nothing but pasta and pizza is strong. The cosy corner in the pub is calling my name. Thus lies the dilemma.Read More
Although I am advocate of buying less and buying better, I'm still lusting over all the things. You could say, I'm here to help you spend all your hard-earned pennies on beautiful objects to treasure.Read More
Time to get your ghoulish groove on.
Jeepers creepers this has been a loooong time coming. I know, I know, it's not exactly groundbreaking but it's a post I've wanted to write ever since I started up this little ol' blog in 2010. I love halloween, ghouls, goblins, ghosts and anything dark, mysterious and witchy. We're not having a Halloween party this weekend but there will be going out and dressing up involved.
Weirdly, my number of things on my mental wishlist seem to have diminished. Maybe it's because I'm spending my imaginary money on William Morris or Scandinavian wallpaper in my mind instead as we keep our fingers and toes crossed that the house we are trying to buy will actually go ahead. After two and half years of viewing horrible houses and flats, I can fantasize about wallpaper right? But as always, there are some things on my wishlist.Read More
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.Read More