Having acne prone skin is in almost all cases a curse, but it's a blessing when it comes to forcing me to maintain a daily skin routine. My friends who can wipe their faces at night with a Boots Essentials make up wipe and still not have a single spot used to be my enemies, but now everyone is investing in the products that I have been using since I was 11 years old because of that one thing that unites us all no matter what skin type we have: ageing.
Two years ago I interned on a jewellery website that created mesmerising editorials featuring the most inspirational yellow gold pieces; since then, I've been a golden girl through and through. But, alas, gold is expensive. Far more expensive than the sterling silver jewellery pieces that I already owned, but I was convinced.
There are few indulgences that I enjoy more than a Charlotte Tilbury spree, and this time it was the Limited Edition Hot Lips collection that lured me in. I swear, the rose gold packaging is like a glowing beacon in the distance leading me to salvation...
As soon as I got home from Glastonbury I was depressed at the thought of not having another holiday booked for this summer. Well, this year. Uncertainty with my internship dates and also a lack of money has meant that I have no beach retreats or european city breaks to look forward to... yet.
I was a latecomer to the art of eyebrows, and I definitely wouldn't rate myself as having strong brow game, but I can't deny how much a little bit of filling n' shaping can change the shape of my face. But with eyebrows as fair as mine it has been quite a challenge finding the perfect balance between actually being able to see them vs committing the cardinal sin of blonde hair and black brows...
I normally turn a blind eye to the sarcastic comments that my boyfriend makes about some of my outfit choices, but even I couldn't help but notice how much I was channelling Florence Nightingale with this one. I think it's the bun... I'm embarrassingly late to the Archive By Alexa party, but even so it wouldn't be right as a blogger to have purchased the infamous Harry blouse and not post about it!
Unless you're one of those people who is annoyingly motivated 24/7 and never misses a gym session, you'll probably know what I'm talking about when I say we all go through phases of low motivation to exercise. We might not have that holiday countdown urging us on, or life has just gotten in the way and stops us spending that extra hour in the gym. For whatever reason, after these breaks it's hard to get back in the swing of things - as I have recently discovered.
The key to nursing any hangover is great food, so on Sunday me and Elliot wandered through Bermondsey to find the hidden sanctuary that is Maltby Street Market. Considering how inconspicuous this food market is (even though it's a stone's throw from Tower Bridge) it's a real sign of quality that so many people had sought it out.
Between 6:45 when my alarm goes off and 7:45 when I have to walk out the door (with snoozing, hurriedly applying make up and eating breakfast in between), there isn't much time for me to take a high quality/all encompassing photo of my outfit for the day. So it's normally a quick snap in the morning light in my narrow mirror, or an even more hasty #fwis on the train platform.
If I told you that last week I went to The Literary Hour presents Beatrix Potter, you would probably have a blank look on your face. If I then told you this is a dinner party in a stranger's house, you would probably have a confused look on your face. If I told you that this was one of the most surreal, surprising, exciting, delicious, and imaginative dinners I have ever had, I hope you'd be interested.
It has taken it's time but Spring is finally here, and that deserves celebrating... with an outfit post. I've been hunting for a split-back shirt like this one since before winter, but was put off by the thought of icy winds invading my back. So when I spotted this one from Zara on Instagram a few weeks ago I snatched it up!
Imagine a cake shop where not only everything is pink, but everything actually tastes pink too (and delicious). Got it? Then you're thinking of Peggy Porschen Cakes. If you've ever wandered around Belgravia you may have seen it looming in the distance, the bright pink facade is pretty hard to miss.
It's been a tough few weeks hearing everyone raving about the Vogue 100: A Century of Style exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery, and not being able to go myself. But that was only because I'd already booked a ticket to Saturday's late night event: Vogue 100 Late Shift. An evening of cocktails, music, talks from Vogue Directors, and of course entry to the exhibition itself.
Last week my boyfriend asked if I was proud of the 'Adulting' he did that day; he successfully assembled an IKEA flatpack chair all on his own (and it didn't collapse when he sat on it). Needless to say I was incredibly proud, so much so that I took to sharing my pride with my meagre Twitter audience - the automatic response to anything exciting that happens in our lives.
This post is dedicated to my favourite pastime of the moment: Pinterest. I've been Instaddicted for the past year or so now; I've become all about the visual and less about the verbal, finding myself using the image-based social platforms more than, say, Twitter.
After just three weeks of my new internship, I found myself already needing a little escape from the city to get some fresh sea air. Elliot and I took a road trip over to Whitstable: a hidden gem on the Kent coast that I was surprised to find that only those from the South East have ever really heard of.
It seems cruel filling supermarkets with different varieties of chocolate during the build up to Easter when so many (crazy) people will be trying to give it up for Lent. I take full advantage of the extra supply, however, by taking the miracle that is crème eggs to a whole new level in these crème egg brownies.
My current beauty favourites are inspired by my recent updates in the base make up category. Yes, I'm officially one of those people who gets to choose which foundation to wear in the morning depending on mood/occasion/how bad my skin is and the like. I'm still only choosing between two (and I think I might have one mouldy third option in a drawer somewhere) but still, what a luxury!
I've gotten used to the surprised expression whenever I tell someone that me and my boyfriend have been together for over five years. I know that for two 22 year olds this is quite a an impressive feat, especially considering that over 3 years of that relationship has been spent (mostly) apart at different universities. After the initial shock, there usually follows a chorus of questions about how we've coped with the distance, sometimes I'm told I should be young and single, and often people are impressed.
Considering I've lived in London for my entire life it's quite shocking that I've never made the short trip up to the beautiful city of Oxford. As luck has it, my dear friend and fellow Bristol graduate Lauren is doing a Masters there, which finally gave me the perfect excuse for a weekend visit - it pays off having intelligent friends!
I mentioned recently that I have finally broken away from retail and have started to pursue my chosen career in digital as a digital intern. This is the perfect opportunity for me, and it means I'm finally living that 9-5 life, but sadly it means bye-bye to my much loved mirror selfies and also to my beloved Topshop discount!
You can only imagine how packed Mildred's was on the first day of fashion week, given that it's a vegetarian restaurant in the heart of Soho and so a haven for any health-conscious fashionistas and bloggers. Well although I claim to be a #blogger myself, this was my first visit to Mildred's, and even as - dare I say it - a carnivore, I suspect it won't be my last!
Since I turned 16 I have been a loyal slave to the retail machine, and in those six years it's safe to say I have learnt a thing or two (or ten). As I start my new internship this week, I thought I'd share the top 10 things I've learnt from working in retail.
I am in love with the internet. I love the immediacy of it, and the endless creativity that it allows, and when you spend so much time on the internet as a blogger it's hard not to fall in love with the weird and wonderful things that you find.
I mentioned in my recent Galentines Day post that I spent Valentines with my dear friend Graihagh at the Champagne Life exhibition at the Saatchi Gallery. The exhibition displays a collection of incredibly varied and thought-provoking artworks from talented female artists across the globe - girl power!
Some people probably get cars as graduation presents, or large sums of money destined for travelling or just to be kept in a savings account. My graduation present was far more modest, but it has definitely revolutionised my life; I was given a Kindle. I now have my very own portable library, and I find myself scrolling through pages of recommendations, saving them onto my very own wishlist, virtually spending next month's pay on books rather than clothes.
I intentionally steered clear of any Valentines day related content over the weekend. It's almost worse being in a relationship but 'alone' on Valentines Day because you don't just get sympathy from other people because you're on your own, you get added sympathy because your boyfriend is somewhere much more exciting doing something much more fun than being with you...