It’s hard to put into words, but in order for me to blog I kinda need a good idea about what I’m going to write about or where I’m going with the point I’m trying to make, and despite an awful lot of planning and hours of taking photographs and creating content, when life really throws you an unexpected curveball almost everything seems to fall out of balance.Read More
Sometimes I am so incredibly lonely all I can do is focus on one thing. I mean, sometimes I barely have the energy to get up from my blanket-burrito-slash-cave I’ve been sitting in for a couple of hours because all I can think of is ‘I’m so alone’ and ‘why does nobody ever message me’ and FFS even Netflix hasn’t noticed I’ve been watching How I Met Your Mother for about 6 hours now.Read More
Twenty Sixteen You Absolute Bloody Babe.
It feels strange, no scrap that, SURREAL that I’m sitting here now reflecting back on this amazing year because err it’s over already and WHEN THE HECK did that happen?Read More
Erm *checks calendar* how did the end of September come so soon? We only have one week to go until we all start talking about long coats, darker evenings and pumpkin spiced latte. No YOU go to Starbucks too much. I’ve been having a bit of a nightmare recently; I’ve fallen victim to the horrible […]Read More
Anyone who knows me, or reads my blog, knows that I’m a hashtag Zara Girl.
Basically, the new Zara opened up in Bristols Cabot Circus aaages ago and as per usual I’m a bit late to the party; to be fair I’ve tried to do a proper proper shop, but I think James sees a) the amount of clothes (to you and I, retail heaven) and b) the amount of people queuing for the changing rooms and he’s like nah not today hun, got a headache, it’s too hot, there’s no man seat etc etc and the excuses go on.Read More
I absolutely adore the idea of Rollasoles, these are literally flat shoes which roll (I kid you not) into a ball, for you to store in case of an emergency to help save you from your crying feet.Read More
I’m sitting here writing this with the sun shining on my back, a copy of Reveal in my hands and a man sized packet of McCoys crisps (ready salted just in case you’re interested). Oh, and I’m watching James shoot arrows into an archery target. Y’know, the hip n happenin thing us young’uns do nowadays. […]Read More