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...
I treated my little trip to Verbier like I would any holiday, and that means judging it by its food. And boy oh boy, there is some good eating in Verbier! You're guaranteed to be able to gorge in Switzerland with the cheese, chocolate, and meat, but the resort had its own quirky little hideaways that I had to share for anyone planning on going there (or to convince you to go).
The best way to tell what beauty products are worth their salt is by seeing which ones you actually use up before replacing them. I have a drawer filled with half empty cleansers that made my face explode and foundations that have been hidden since my oompah loompah phase that will forever remain untouched.
This weekend I proved that you don't need an entire week to make the most of a skiing holiday. My boyfriend left for his ski season at the beginning of January, and after five weeks of separation his mum and I made the trip over to Switzerland to see our favourite man for the weekend.
If there was ever an excuse to have cake for lunch, this is it. Tucked away behind the bustling Piccadilly Circus, Cutter & Squidge is the perfect sanctuary on a rainy London day. As soon as you walk through the door you're faced with a row of cakes that are practically begging to be blogged about - or snapped on instagram - before being devoured.
If you ever want to have an exclusive tour of Covent Garden, then head there in the early hours of the morning. Before the shops open you have the columned market and cobbled streets all to yourselves - the perfect place to snap some photos!
Hello, and welcome to Mollipop! My name is Molly, I'm a 22 year old Philosophy graduate living in London, and this is my new and improved outlet for sharing various features of my life. In July I graduated from Bristol in Philosophy, I then moved back home to London, and I've since been working part time in Topshop. Retail is a killer, but my bank account is thankful for the money, and my wardrobe is thankful for the discount!
Looking at these photos it could be the middle of May, with birds tweeting outside my window and a gentle breeze blowing through my open window. Alas, they were taken on a rare sunny January morning - but we can pretend, can't we? Anyway, the Christmas stocking is a wonderful thing because it's the perfect destination for beauty-sized presents that you don't want to spend the money on yourself but need oh so badly, which is precisely where I got 3/4 of the products featured here from.
It hasn't exactly been the coldest of winters so far in London, in fact it's quite the opposite and it's been mild all the way through December. But as usual January brings with it a bitter chill, and so I can't help but try to wrap up and block out the cold. That's what this outfit is all about: an attempt to stay warm without hiding the essence of the outfit under bundles of layers and scarves.
When it comes to winter evenings at home, you're likely to find me wrapped in bundles of scarves and blankets, either catching up on winter tv or reading on my kindle. How cosy, one might say, or rather: how hygge. A warm cup of tea, a quiet evening spent with a book, chatting to friends by candlelight, all of these things are hygge (pronounced hoo-gah), which is a Danish term often translated as 'cosy'.