Whilst everyone else is complaining about the darker mornings, early sunsets and unpredictable British winter weather, I'm silently smug about the changing seasons. It's my birthday later this week, so I really am an autumn baby through and through!I love the ritual of changing wardrobes when it gets cold, or in the case of this post, changing make-up bags.
After two years of having untamed, endlessly growing Rapunzel-wannabe hair, I have done something drastic: I had a haircut. I don't like to do things by halves, so I have - ironically - chopped off half of my hair. What started as a lack of funds to get my hair trimmed in the third year of university turned into an attachment to my long golden locks (even the blasphemous split-ends which I developed an unhealthy habit of splitting when I was bored).
I am a lover of things. I buy more mugs than I can drink from, more trays and pots than I have surface space for, and more product that I can fit on my face. At the same time, I love my bedroom to look neat, tidy and just generally on point. To find a balance, I have had to be creative with how I use space in my room, so I'm sharing five useful beauty storage tips and tricks that can transform your dressing table from a bomb site into another part of the decoration.
When you think of autumn, mulled cider, hearty food, and wooden interior details that are oh so hygge come to mind. All of which were at the latest The Literary Hour experience! Last week they were back in action with a new autumnal adventure inspired by the book Cider With Rosie by Laurie Lee.
When it comes to work-life balance, mainland Europe has hit the nail on the head. Apparently siesta isn't just a Spanish thing, because between 1 and 5pm everyday the city of Cagliari shuts down. For four days in a row we wandered along an unassuming road in the Villanova district called LoveRetro, each time it was closed for the afternoon and I was limited to peering in through the window and imagine the vintage treasures that were waiting inside.
As those who follow me on Instagram might have guessed, I've been on a little holiday. After a summer of no sun, and a hell of a tough month at work, I was feeling incredibly sorry for myself until I landed in sun-soaked Cagliari, Sardinia.
ICYMI, Vogue.com published an article this week, which, in the midst of reflecting on the highs of Milan Fashion Week, proceeded to wage war on fashion bloggers. Four leading Editors of the Fashion Bible threw down words like "desperate", "sad" and "embarrassing" to describe these professional bloggers, in particular picking on their frequent outfit changes and attachment to their social feeds whilst sitting on the front row. Whilst I'm by no means fooled by the superficial world that professional blogging has become, after reading this article I was compelled to put pen to paper – or more accurately fingers to keyboard – and share three initial reactions to this contraversial and, quite frankly, upsetting article.
After six months interning, doing an amount of work that is way below the lowly title of 'intern' - not to mention the pay grade - I have officially assumed my new permanentrole of Digital Content and Social Editor. And I am proper chuffed.
Of all the things I buy, I probably see 80% of them for the first time on Instagram (also because I approximately spend 80% of the day on Instagram, as my boyfriend can vouch for). And this jumper is no exception.
Of all the ways to spend a Sunday morning, venturing East to Columbia Road flower market is one of my favourites. If you have never sampled the colourful delights that it has to offer, it's the perfect cheap weekend pastime - and if on the off chance you don't happen to buy anything, it's also a free one.
England was still waiting for summer to arrive until about two weeks ago, so my work wardrobe over the last few months has been largely un-summery. One day it's a leather jacket, the next it's a sleeveless shirt and sandals. But through it all there have been a few staple pieces that I have been able to restyle into outfits to suit the weather's daily temper tantrums!
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.