Boundaries and The Guilt

Kicking bad habits. Why it’s time to make yourself a priority.

A few years ago over one of those never-ending Skype conversations I said to a friend, “ I hate scheduling in these Skype chats on a Sunday night.” This must have sounded quite odd and anti-social. I wasn’t sure where it had come from, but I felt like I had made a major life revelation. 

For me scheduling in long chats over video on a sunday afternoon is just so depressing. You are already slothing around in pajama bottoms (very nice ones from Anthropologie but still) with your hair up in a scrunchie. The Sunday blues washed over you with the last of the red wine at your pub lunch but you manage to ignore them by being organised. Food prep, face masks and sarcastic sunday columns occupy your time. So a long winded catch up only serves to confirm that the weekend is over. Mentally I’m already in that Monday morning meeting. Physically I just want to veg just that little bit more while watching the new Fyre documentary on Netflix.

Mentally I’m already in that Monday morning meeting. Physically I just want to veg just that little bit more while watching the new Fyre documentary on Netflix.

Well my comment went down an absolute treat. She heard my apathy as, “I just hate talking to you for long periods of time,” and went silent. So my ever present friend Guilt jumped into action, speedily correcting this hurt by trying to wangle me out of the situation. Reassurances that I loooooove chatting to her on a Sunday came pouring out (not true). I added that it’s just other people that I don’t like talking to at that time (definitely not true). Guilt then also started smothering me with mental reminders to schedule in calls with her…for an hour on a Sunday. 

Looking back I realise that I should have told Guilt to jump off a balcony. I wasn’t trying to be mean, I was (albeit quite badly) trying to set a boundary, something that clearly isn’t my strong suit. Now I’m generally quite a strong willed person but at the same time a terrible people pleaser. These two hugely contradictory personality traits play an exhausting tug of war in my brain. Statements like the following flow out of me on a regular basis –  

“Sure I want to go watch world cub rugby for £95 in Scotland in November “
(she says dreading the cold, bad accommodation and hangover that won’t be worth it) 

“I’d love another bottle of red,” (while feeling her liver squirm at the thought of the third day of binge drinking.)

“Oh yes I am totally free on the 19th for that Christmas party” (with that agency where she knows no one, mentally wishing she had a diary conflict) 

I’ve been told I’m a good communicator. So it strikes me as odd and even disconcerting to admit that saying no doesn’t come very easily. And this is across all aspects of my life. Until recently I couldn’t even admit that actually no, I don’t like hummus. HUMMUS! Ridiculous I know. But I would just eat it at friends dinner parties without a thought because I didn’t want to be rude.

Looking back I realise that I should have told Guilt to jump off a balcony.

In the January issue of Red Magazine Fearne Cotton also talks about the old Guilt. In her Six Things I Learnt in 2018 column, number one was her decision to not take guilt into the new year with her. Hang on one cotton picking minute (see what I did there?). If Fearne Cotton, a doyenne of the modern woman archetype, is still trying to close the door on guilt then I am in very good company. With her shiny hair commercials, cracking wit and general bad ass demeanour she out of any of us should be on top of this. And she’s not? Whew!

And actually NO is okay. No thanks, No. It’s a tiny word. Surely it can’t be that hard?…I won’t lie writing it so many times one after another has made me break out in a rash.

But enough, it’s time to be strong! No I won’t have another drink, no I don’t feel like going out, no I don’t want to spend money on the new girl in HR’s birthday gift because I met her half a year ago and haven’t spoken to her since. No I don’t like hummus for goodness sake!

And yes one must make compromises in life – be a good friend or partner; happy to do certain things for the happiness of others. We can’t just strut around being otherwise all the time. Only Russel Brand can get away with that. But if the boundary serves YOU at no cost to others then why not make yourself a priority? Why not listen to that little voice that whispers, “Because I don’t want to.”

This doesn’t mean that The Guilt disappears. Oh no that backseat passenger hangs around like a bad smell. But it’s a little bit more manageable. You send a gift rather than actually waste 5 hours of a Saturday ooohing and ahhhhhing over baby gifts. You text a cat meme to your friend who you haven’t spoken to for ages, to let her know you are thinking of her. She ends up calling on her lunch break and you have a 10 minute conversation that leaves you both fulfilled. You don’t go to that rugby game and remain happily ensconced on your couch watching Mrs Maisel while everyone else freezes at the stadium and has to deal with train delays on a hangover.

I do feel that since the Skype debacle I am not less awkward about setting boundaries. There is definitely a tipping point to FOMO and even perhaps The Guilt. Life is busy and you start becoming a little more important to yourself. And the more you do it the more you realise that ‘no’ is not the enemy. Politely but firmly declining does not a bad person make. Your time is precious and you are wise enough to know that this won’t be the last dress up party or holiday or bottle of wine, or crème brûlée or date you ever go on. If you want to miss out for whatever reason that really is okay. JOMO (the joy of missing out) is part of the new wave of self-meditation so you will be in good company.

And Guilt? Guilt packs its overweight bags and goes to harass someone else…Be it just for a little while…

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The January Book List

This January saw the return of the written word. Here are the books I couldn’t put down…

This year sees the return of…dum dum dum…READING. Yes I know, it’s mind blowingly ordinary but it’s something I’ve been neglecting. And in the spirit of becoming a better writer I figured it was time to see what my colleagues in the field were getting up to. And they did not disappoint. January has seen me turn more pages than I did in the whole of last year.

I’ve packed the Kindle away because I’ve realised that I actually much prefer the satisfaction of seeing how far I am in a book, getting excited about the ending or realising exactly how far a book has taken me in a space of time. This does mean that my books suffer. I get hand cramp stretch spines, there are shriveled pages from reading in the bath, chocolate smeared corners and torn covers from quickly shoving them in my bag on the train. But the stories they tell are treasured and I wanted to share them with you in the hopes that they will bring as much joy or inspiration to your life as they did mine.

Please send me recommendations or comments – I love hearing about new books or old ones that have been enjoyed!

Sweetbitter by Stephanie Danler

Sweetbitter: Now a major TV series (Paperback)

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I kicked off the year with this whirlwind ride into New York’s restaurant scene by Stephanie Danler. I won’t lie, the very pretty cover might have something to do with me picking it up (I know I’m bad like that) but the write up on the back intrigued me. In theory it’s an easy enough story – girl quits small town America, moves to New York in search of a dream, any dream, and falls into a rabbit hole of food service, frennemies, drugs and self discovery. Sounds simple enough but its so much more than another Devil Wears Prada (which for the record I am a huge fan of). The writing is evocative and vague, sometimes things are spelt out with eye watering clarity in other chapters you have to read between the lines. There are some beautiful quotes and descriptions about food and the changing seasons in New York. Make no mistake this is not an easy read, it’s quite a ride and will leave you quite breathless.

Black Water Lillies by Michel Bussi

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Read it: To appreciate the fragility of life

Ordinarily I would put this down as a typical holiday easy read. One I would steer clear from even if I was holiday (which at the time of reading I was!). But a recommend from a friend and the fact that I had just finished a course on the history of art theft made me give it a go. It did not disappoint. Three main characters, each living a life in the little French town of Giverny, ex-residence of the French impressionist master Monet. The book opens with a murder that impacts or involves them in different ways. This is not just a ‘who done it’ although I couldn’t work out who had done it until Bussi pointed it out to me). There is a delicate undercurrent of sadness and despair throughout each character’s life and the oppressive nature of the little town they live in makes you realise that in a picture perfect town, there is so much more than meets the eye.

Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman

Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine (Hardback)

Read it: To see life from a completely new perspective

This is one book where the write up did nothing to attract me. It sounded depressing, ordinary and self absorbed. Nothing could be further from the truth. Eleanor is one of the most hilarious heroines I have read in a very long time. Her perception of the world is pure literary gold but the reasons behind her way of being are dark beyond words. This book made me laugh out loud wherever I was reading it. Eleanor’s day-to-day social interactions with the world around her and observations about life are hilarious and completely poignant. I was invested in her happiness from the very first page. This is a gem.

Sex and The City – for the Haters

Why does a TV program from the 90’s need to solve all of our millennial problems? Answer: It doesn’t and it shouldn’t

This is an article I wrote a while ago and never clicked post. It’s something  I was quite passionate about before life got in the way and I never had time to put it out when it was really relevant. I still want to make a comment though so am putting it out there…Hope you enjoy it. 

Can we push pause on life for just one cotton-picking minute. I would like to put my hand up and ask a question. And in today’s ‘eye roll’ age where no one has a minute to spare for anyone else, no slack is ever given and if you don’t keep up you must ship out I appreciate that I’m asking for a lot. But humour me please.

I just wanted to get up on my soap box and ask – where all the haters have come from? Why is there so much hate-orade in town? In quite a few towns I might add. I just don’t understand it. And this has nothing to do with the contestants on Love Island, or Trump’s visit to the UK or even this morning’s ITV discussion about whether or not women are soliciting sexual harrasment by their choice of outfits on the red carpet (a whole other conversation to delve into at some point).

No, what I wanted to jump up and down about for a minute is to ask WHY oh why is there so much hate towards Sex and the City? That 90’s cult obsession that has been re-watched over and over and over again. We’ve watched it for the quotes, the outfits, the boy stories and the fact that we have all seen a glimpse of ourselves in those 4 sassy ladies that ran our lives for the best part of a rather hairy decade. On the eve of Sex and the City’s 20 year anniversary something is clearly up.

It all started with an article I read in Stylist magazine. ‘Has Sex and the City aged gracefully?’ Not ominous at all. In my eyes anything with ‘aging’ or ‘age’ in the title cannot be good. And it wasn’t. The lovely writer Kayleigh Dray proceeded to give cocktail numbered verdicts on how the show, ‘fares today on issues that count’.

Well there’s problem number one – this show wasn’t written today. It was written in a time when women were trying to dominate the workforce, make it on their terms, have babies on their own, figure out how to have that illusive ‘all’ that their mothers and grandmothers had fought so hard for amongst navigating an AIDS epidemic, the dot.com bubble, the arrival of the Spice Girls, the fall of Apartheid, Communism and Bill Clinton,   etc. etc.

So why are we comparing it to issues that affect us today? How is that a relevant comparison. Just one example – transsexuals were a hot topic back then but now we have a whole host of gender and sexual related concepts to wrap our heads around -LGBT, asexuals, pansexuals, polyamory, gender neutral, the list goes on. So why oh why do we relate the two?

Ms Dray then proceeds to discuss diversity – sorry I mean – the major lack of diversity in the show. She finds some racist or ignorant examples of how Miranda follows a ‘white guy with a baby’ but fails to mention how Miranda also pursues a black doctor and when discussing him with her friends doesn’t mention a word about him being black. Or that she binge watches a series called Jules&Mimi which features an interracial couple. (Side note – when said doctor’s sister finds out that he’s dating a white chick she’s the one who loses her mind. Who would have thought racism plays both ways? The writers of SATC did).

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What about the episode where the naive Charlotte cavorts with a plethora of lovely lesbians who are mixed race and Asian? Yes she also has to deal with her horrid mother-in-law Bunny who spews xenophobic comments like it’s the latest lunchtime accessory. But dear Bunny is also depicted throughout the show as a solidly two dimensional character on who Charlotte ultimately gets her revenge. Oh and ps she does actually end up adopting an Asian child.

And the comment on Sam wearing an Afro wig? Really? For a character going through cancer on the show I would think she could get a bit of a break. The woman never plays by the rules, why should she with her headwear when she’s going through something as debilitating as chemo? Should I point out how many Beyoncés and Niki Minaj’s get blonde weaves? How is this even a talking point.

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Then we move on to sexual consent. Again lets take a step back. As I recall, at the time the show was applauded for its candid attitude towards sex. Discussions about vibrators, dry spells, threesomes, ‘funky tasting spunk’ were not really du jour in the nineties. Maybe they were in NYC or liberal London, but not globally. Yes maybe it wasn’t all pc but the series was all about showcasing different attitudes towards sex (Charlotte = romantic, Samantha = adventurous, Miranda = mutually beneficial, Carrie = rolling with it). Yes in the advent of #Metoo and Timesup we don’t notice it but we had to start somewhere and SATC was that beginning. HBO’s GIRLS wouldn’t be such a ground breaking success if there hadn’t been anything before it to set a bar – any kind of bar. Just a bar where women are present and having a conversation – be it write or wrong. It got people talking about issues which maybe weren’t being voiced at the time. Just a thought.

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The writer then sums up the article in a nice little bow claiming in a nutshell that for all its flaws we still love ‘ole SATC. Well no Ms Dray, you can’t skin the show alive and then expect to cuddle it (sorry that’s actually quite a gory analogy). I hate this kind of journalism where we start exploring ideas or issues but then run out of ink or someone decides that it would be more controversial or satirically interesting if we tear something to shreds without really going too deep or doing too much research.

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This morbid tone was then echoed over at Vogue as writer Julia Felsenthal discusses the detrimental effect SATC had on her. Who knew fictional TV could be so destructive to our real lives? If I didn’t know any better I would say she was blaming Carrie and the crew for her mistakes, failures, missed opportunities and misspent money. Drinks she couldn’t afford, men she shouldn’t have dated and a lot of energy that should have been directed to achieving her dream.

And I fully appreciate these are lifestyle pieces exploring an opinion. And everyone’s entitled to one. But then I hit an SATC search on google and the top results were less than stellar. WHY!?

Who said TV was supposed to be perfect? And to top that mind blowing concept – who decided we had to emulate it rather than learn from it and it’s characters’ mistakes? Why do we all think we will be the exception rather than the rule? Who decided we all needed to be one of four static representations of womanhood? Representations created and cartooned into gross over exaggerations for effect and good TV. The truth is that none of us are Carrie (mind. blown.). And we don’t each know a person who is SUCH a Samantha. We are all a little piece of each of these women. They are a fragment drawn and imprinted into a TV episode or Candice Bushnell column. And that’s the joy of them.

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We are ever changing and so is our world. When we look back at Sex and the City we should enjoy a brief visit to a time where we agreed with certain viewpoints and maybe gained some clarity or realised how far we’ve come from others. I say lets celebrate SATC and those crazy times, look back at how 20 years has changed us, made us better and maybe worse, but definitely moved us on. Because there is no way we can compare ourselves to 20 years ago and relate. And if we do then we are doing something very wrong. So I say enough with the haters. Enough now.

Mid Week Motivation Distraction

Some weeks I want to be taken away …that’s when trailers come in.

This week I am drowning. And I’m in so deep nothing will pull me out. It’s gotten to the point of ridiculous in a few very short but stressful days. I don’t know which way is up. Even when I’m on the train/making tea/dinner/watering plants/drinking copious amounts of wine/staring outside I am not in the moment but am thinking of, or mentally doing, work. WORK WORK WORK. Sometimes it just takes over and there is nothing else for you to give.  I can’t read an article or engage in meaningful conversation. So I distract myself from the real world and watch trailers. Yes trailers. For as long as I can.

It’s really odd but sometimes I feel like you just need to disengage for a little bit. Rather than live in the moment you are taken away from that moment. And while I can’t go out and watch a full movie (I mean whose got time for that!) trailers make me smile or feel better about my current situation or maybe even motivate me to work a bit harder. In a very short space of time a lot of your senses are taken over and you are transported.  I feel like they take the harsh reality of my day away….at least until the next phone call/email/crisis.

Here’s a random selection for you to enjoy – I know its weird but just go with it. There are some goodies in here and then you can go back to panic mode…

image source: Fashion Editorials

The New Neutrals

A breath of fresh air in a world full of too-tight skinny jeans and polyester pencil skirts…

Neutrals. I’m not sure I like the term. I used to love the idea of a monochromatic wardrobe artfully arranged from white to stone to coffee tones, khakis and then greys and blacks. A capsule. Breathable. Something like this >. Where you buy one item and retire another with dignity, understanding the role you play in our over-consumed world and appreciating each purchase you make with a solemnity that Marie Kondo would be proud of.

Unfortunately for ole Marie and the world of order and tidyness, I find I’m going through a period of more is more – bright dresses and silk shirts, mixing prints and stripes, polka dots and textures. Maybe it’s because Summer has rolled around and you feel like colour is the way to go. Or maybe I’m turning into Iris Apfel (hopefully not just yet).

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I feel like there will be a time in my life when I wear silk pyjamas and ornate bejewelled rings, oversized sunglasses and fur coats of many colours. And I will shop only at Liberty and buy mountains of macarons from Ladurée that I feed to my Pomeranians. But for now I’m up and down as to what I want and what my wardrobe is or wants to be, so neutrals do sometimes still exert a pull. Especially as this look has moved away from ‘Out of Africa’ connotations or ‘hessian hippy’ styling to something so chic, so breathable and so relaxed that I can’t help but love it.

It feels quite grown up but still über cool. Like a Céline woman without the severity. There is that severe masculine edge but it’s softened by the natural fabrics and the sway of a wisp of hair or a tasteful feminine bow. She knows who she is, likes to look elegant and put together but be comfortable at the same time. Items aren’t fussy but still detailed and clever. Fabrics are cool and comfortable – linen, organic cotton, stiff crochet and fine knit. There’s a hint of beading, a touch of gold, a knot here, a raffia sandal there. And bags are interesting rather than showy. As if you are carrying a functional sculpture that doesn’t need any fussy zips or statement logos.

It’s all about considered basics which – to give Marie her credit – I do believe in. We should consider what we put together as a look. There should be pride in our appearance no matter what the style. And the joy of head-to-toe neutrals is exactly that. It’s a quietly considered style. A breath of fresh air in a world full of too-tight skinny jeans and polyester pencil skirts. A world where movement is slower, more graceful. Our desks are organised and our lunch is always organic but we brought it from home. A life that doesn’t seem so chaotic. We walk with direction and appreciation. There is no rushing or missed gym sessions. There is always time for a holiday. We are just confidently present. Beautifully put together and effortlessly chic…Hmmm…maybe this is the woman we all want to be…

Get inspired…

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Marie Claire makes me nostalgic with this 90’s inspired beach shoot…

Sunrise-sunset, 90’s styling, filmy shots and Helmut Newton-esque poses make this a dreamy shoot…

Every now and again you come upon a story or an image that just takes you away to another time and place. The nostalgia overwhelms you and it reminds you of something or somewhere or some time in your life that you just can’t put your finger on.

I guess that is what art does – takes you somewhere. Away from your screen or the page or the gallery wall. It evokes something so intangible in you that you can’t take your eyes off it.  You can’t explain, there’s just something in the light, the colours, the location. It transports you. Often it can be an element that is seemingly unremarkable or it usually doesn’t grab other people in the same way. And the more you try to explain it, the more it gets lost, slipping through your fingers like a forgotten dream. That struggle to recapture it usually leaves me quite sad. I struggle to vocalise what I mean and desperately want people to understand how important something feels to me but I can never quite explain it.

This shoot from Marie Claire with its 90’s inspired swimwear, off-beat sunrise/sunset lighting, filmy quality and Helmut Newton-esque poses, does exactly that. It reminds me of late summer holidays where the light is still golden, but the air is turning and soon we will have to pack up the car and go home – back to hair cuts, new school books and time indoors.

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image credit: Marie Claire May 2018 Shoot by: Carlijn Jacobs. Styling: Imruh Asha. Hair: Hester Wernert. Makeup: Kathinka Hastert. Models: Mariana Pardinho & Luanna

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Mid Week Motivation

Mid Week Motivation – gadgets, bloggers and Ikigai (the new Hygge but not). Get your fix…

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We’ve had a bank holiday here in the UK (otherwise known as a public holiday to the rest of the world) so technically this isn’t really ‘midweek’, but I’m pretty excited about some of these finds so this post really can’t wait. Enjoy x

The Gadget: 

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I’ve decided I hate ironing. You might say this is not a difficult decision to make, BUT having made this decision I also create a problem. And the solution to this problem (apart from my husband kindly ironing all my shirts for me for the rest of his life) is this very neat little gem. The Fridja f10. They are calling it the Rolls Royce of hand held steamers. I’ve just ordered mine so I can’t actually claim that it works brilliantly but if reviews are anything to go by Fridja is set to change our lives. And I’m talking reviews from fashion people who would ACTUALLY need to use it – like Vogue and In The Frow. Not QVC salespeople who continuously smile while talking (never trust a person who can hold a full teeth-baring smile while trying to sell you something, its not natural – they are hiding something, probably gas but still).

The major feature to call out on the little Fridja is the fact that you don’t need to travel with the water container. You simply use the water adapter to click in any suitable water bottle and steam like its nobody’s business. I also love that its called the Fridja. Sounds like a little Swedish gnome or magic elf. And while it won’t magically steam all your clothes for you without your help it does look set to make the job much easier. Oh and it comes in three delightful colours and a whole host of accessories like a foldable hanger. Pretty nifty if you ask me…

Purchase here > 

The Documentary:

Now if you haven’t heard anything about the new Alexander McQueen documentary you have been living under a very large, sound proof rock in the middle of the Gobi desert. The news of this is EVERYWHERE. If you knew his work and loved the enfant terrible of fashion go forth and drool as this is set to be the fashion documentary of the year. Or if you are a tween who thinks the house is just famous for designing Kate Middleton’s wedding dress then PLEASE go educate yourself. The man was a genius and must be honoured.

 

The Blogger:

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I haven’t found a good fashion blogger in a while. Obviously there is the holy grail of the blogging fashion world (some of my favs’ include: Garance Doré, Man Repeller, Song of Style and  Oracle Fox)

But my absolute favourite bloggers are the ones who mix high and low fashion (read £1million designer dress paired with £29 Zara Bag) and produce lovely content that covers travel, fashion and lifestyle in a concise, easy-to-read way. I need the beautiful pics but also want someone with a brain and a real sense of the fact that we don’t all earn never ending amounts of money. Monikh is one such blog. Yes she has the most insta-worthy life, yes she is beautiful, yes you will be annoyed and über jealous, but you will also find many beautiful and affordable things. I recently bought these cute little hair clips from Accessorize when I spotted them on her Instagram. I salute you Monikh, yours is a blog to envy.

Check out Monikh’s blog here >

The new, new Mindfulness…

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So we’ve had feng shui, yoga, mindfulness, meditation, sleeping apps, colouring-in books, knitting, bee keeping and hygge. Maybe if we change language, find a new word and create a whole other host of associated products and apps we will eventually find inner peace? Yes that must be the answer! So this week we look to Japan to solve all our first world problems.

The Japanese Ikigai is the opposite of Hygge in that instead of slowing down and focusing on scented candles and cups of cocoa, you strive forward to find a purpose in life. The word comes from two Japanese characters – iki meaning life and kai meaning the result of an action. The idea is to gain a sense of ‘flow’ in your life. You need to stop and notice times in your day when you are doing something that you are good at and enjoying it at the same time. And then you – oh who am I kidding, I’m bored already. If you want to find out more this is quite a helpful article.

This weekend I chose a rather more traditional approach to finding my inner peace  – I gardened. Yip, good old fashioned hands-in-the-dirt gardening. It’s not fancy or expensive. It doesn’t require the use of apps, journals or fancy pants accessories. You can do it indoors or outdoors, in pots or acres – whatever the space you have. But the sense of satisfaction you get from pulling a giant weed out of the ground or planting and watering a defenceless little petunia is priceless. There is something so primal about it. Getting your hands dirty and doing something that requires all your attention is rare these days. You simply can’t text while sprinkling compost (I’ve tried and failed). So get out there and plant some stuff. Its a great workout and you are also doing the environment a favour. Tick, tick and tick.

 

images: Fridja / Monikh / Fashion Editorials / Pinterest / Vogue

 

Shiny Happy People

It is stifling in London. So hot that the heat seems to shimmer off the buildings and bounce back onto you.  Zero breeze. Even the pigeons have gone quiet.

Taking the train into Waterloo is an oppressive experience. As if you are slowly being sealed in one of those airtight bags you put your winter duvets in. The air being sucked out minute by minute until you hit the next stop when the doors open and a million sardines spill out, only to be replaced by newly wilted ones.

On the approach to the city the sky greets you with a smoggy haze that just doesn’t shift. I feel like I’m in New York or Paris in the Summer. When everyone is just desperate to escape to The Hamptons or the Côte d’Azur but have to finish off the last few weeks of work. The energy is of such expectation. Anything could happen, should happen. The haze sits. The world is waiting.

I hope this post takes you away…

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Ode to Zara

I mean I might as well set up a temple and start worshiping. In my eyes Zara nails it every, single time. Who are these people who rip off designers almost instantaneously (they have a 2 week turnaround time when other brands need 6 months),  shoot everything beautifully, have ridiculously good delivery options and their stores are generally well stocked and easy to shop (learn something here Mango!)? Oh and ps – they don’t waste money on advertising or dressing celebrities. Because, well why would you when you sit at #46 on the Forbes most valuable brand list at a casual $13 billion.

Also their owner literally looks like somebody’s sweet but slightly dilly uncle (check him out here). But don’t let those eyebrows fool you, at one point last year he was the richest man alive, beating Bill Gates’s casual $82 billion (probably because I spend so much money in there).

But lets get back to the clothes. The latest ‘Clean Lines’ story is a dream. It features the beautiful Cara Taylor, the girl who is making me want to chop all my hair off , because she rocks a bob like its nobody’s business. But I pretty much want EVERY SINGLE ITEM. There is such a good mix of nostalgic 80’s sport, Celine-inspired pieces (gotta love a bit of Celine) with the textures and lurex, plastic and and pvc that just need to find a place in your closet. Everything is perfectly paired, right down to the last mismatched earring. Go shop it now before I head into store and buy it all out…You have been warned…

 

shop the full collection here >

image credits: Zara

 

 

Mid Week Motivation

It’s about this time every week when we start losing the will to live. Take a break and enjoy my mid week motivation round up…

It’s about this time every week when we start losing the will to live. The weekend seems so far off and the gym now feels so hard to get to and those food prep lunches sooooo hard to prep. Generally we are drowning in the mid week dead zone. So I’m going to try do a weekly post to take out minds off the workload and onto fun things to do/watch/go to or generally get involved with.

If you have any suggestions please do send them to me. I always feel like half the joy of finding something exciting is sharing it with other people. So bring and come! Otherwise make a cup of herbal tea (oh who am I kidding – a coffee and a doughnut) take a break and enjoy this random selection…

Running in Heels Book Club

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Now honey I don’t like book clubs. I never have. The fact that they are made out to be a female only institution where a group of women sit discussing the latest chick lit (Fifty Shades- vomit), while getting drunk on cheap wine, is something I desperately want to avoid for oh so many reasons (equality, hangovers, sanity – the list goes on).

Which is why I’m intrigued by Running in Heels – the latest, lifestyle forward subscription book service. Every month they deliver a lovely modern fiction paperback masterpiece (NOTE NO CHICK LIT) to your door for £12.50 including packaging (they also deliver to North America and Europe!). Now I can hear all the millenials rolling their eyes, thinking, “But I can download kindle books for £1.” Well the answer to that my friend is that this lovely company delivers a beautiful marbled box to your door every month, containing 1x paperback AND a selection of treats that can be enjoyed alongside aforementioned masterpiece. Think mini Diptique candles (sold), organic chocolate and beauty product testers which you can enjoy in the comfort of your own home sans deadline.

And you can then cleverly log onto their site to leave reviews and comments when you’ve finished reading. So if you hate the book you will be happy to know that you have options.  You don’t have to finish it, just enjoy the added goodies and move on with life. And there’s something so self indulgent in gifting yourself with a monthly package. I’m calling it the perfect modern book club – ideal for that anti social woman who doesn’t have time to get drunk on cheap chardonnay and discuss two dimensional characters who she wished she hadn’t wasted her free Wednesday night reading about. Your are most welcome.

Check it out here >

 

Mozart in the Jungle

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I was trolling through Amazon Prime recently and spotted this series which couldn’t be more random if you tried. A Spanish conductor who sees dead musicians and joins the New York Symphony Orchestra. That antics that ensue are odd and the plot line has more twists than a day on Trump’s Twitter feed, but the link to classical music is beautiful, the characters quirky and there are some thought provoking moments with brilliant one liners. Need more reasons to commit? Some of the episodes have been directed by Roman Coppola and lead actor Gabriel Garcia Berel has won a Golden Globe and rightly so, he’s brilliant.

Check it out now > 

 

That Wedding

So Megan married Harry and bells rung and the Queen wore lime and purple (seriously bold move), they had black people singing in Windsor Chapel (probably a first) and the British public will have nothing else to talk about for the next month apart from who wore what and the meaning behind that lip biting episode. The joy in events like these is the tongue-in-cheek criticism of the world’s beautiful, wealthy people. It’s jealousy disguised as hilarious sarcasm and no one does it better than Fashion Critical, a Facebook page commenting on who wore what at big celebrity studded events. The wedding commentary had me in stitches. Perfect for a Wednesday afternoon tea break.

Enjoy it here >

 

“I can’t leave the house Charlie, my mobile has run out of battery.”

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Must leave house. Must have phone and purse. Damn, phone battery is dying. Don’t want to carry gigantic, phone charger which weighs more than an actual power plant in my bag. What to do, what to do? Enter Mighty Purse! A ridiculously named bag brand that features a range of wallets, purses and bags all housing a super useful in-built power charger (with mini adaptor for iphone). So you can now leave the house safe in the knowledge that your obsession with shooting photos of your food won’t mean that you then can’t order an Uber for the trip home. Stylish technology hack sorted.

Shop the collection here > 

 

Think Pink

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Enough with the minimal tones. This summer pink is the new black. It’s time to commit head-to-toe. I’m talking pink suits. It’s THE thing and Sheer Luxe has done a really good round up. It’s exciting. I’m REALLY excited! I think I might have to do a separate post on pink…can you tell I’m excited?

Sheer Luxe pink suit round up >

image credits: running in heels / amazon / pinterest / style du monde