Slow Sundays…

I really struggle to sit still and relax. I'm constantly on the move, planning, scheming, tidying (I tidy a lot, it's so annoying) and generally faffing. I've been brought up to make the most of everyday so the idea of sitting and doing nothing is actually quite hard to deal with. Even now I'm blogging … Continue reading Slow Sundays…

Spring Break

A moody nod to the wishy washy season. Here's to the start of a beautiful summer.

Miss Peru? Making a feminist statement? I think not.

  Recently I came upon this Vogue post and a slew of other content written about the Miss Peru 2018 pageant. The event made a splash on newsstands because instead of telling the judges, the audience and in essence the world what their measurements were, each beauty contestant listed some terrifying gender violence statistics from … Continue reading Miss Peru? Making a feminist statement? I think not.

Moody Saturdays…

I’m sick. Not enough to be trying to sleep through snot and a fever, but enough not to go to kickboxing with my friend this morning. The light is streaming in through the windows. Milky pale wintery sunshine (but still) and I feel compelled to stay indoors. It’s been a tough week so a dose … Continue reading Moody Saturdays…

Work Work Work Work Work Work…

It's high summer - everyone's talking summer holidays and train disruptions (a hazard of European living). But I am have just started a new job and so my head is firmly in the working world and the wardrobe that goes with it. I often feel quite sorry for a lot of my friends who work … Continue reading Work Work Work Work Work Work…

Searching for Inspiration

Apologies for the break in transmission. I've had a bit of a busy period and I just couldn't extend myself to produce any creative content. You could say I stepped into a little bit of a black hole during which time I didn't engage with social media, accept invitations or phone calls and just generally … Continue reading Searching for Inspiration

And Breathe…

Some days the world is just too much. Especially when you live in a crazy busy city like London. Your mind is constantly bombarded with new information - trains coming and going, people pushing past you, new languages (I actually think English is the least spoken language in London), smells, signs, advertising, the sound of … Continue reading And Breathe…

All Tied Up

Does it sound obvious to say expect the....expected? These days I feel like sometimes we play it a little safe. A little too black on black. The little black dress (firm case and point), an oversized white shirt tucked into a pair of slimfit jeans, a 'careless' trenchcoat, ballet pumps or a slouchy Breton knit. … Continue reading All Tied Up