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

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

 

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

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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 their home region. “Bravo!” everyone has said, “What a way to make a statement!”

Now we all know pageants are outdated anti-feminist circuses but apparently they can now be used as a voice for change. Really? Well I would like to take a step back. Let us gently rewind to the part where we find out what normally happens at lovely Miss Peru. The beauty contestants smilingly tell the world their measurements. THEIR MEASUREMENTS! Chest, hips, waist, etc. Are these people serious? How about they tell the world what subjects they took at university? What charity work they do and where you can donate? Maybe discuss how great it is that they can speak 5 languages rather than the importance of their hips in inches?

I do of course realise that there are portions of the pageant where they answer serious questions. Where they demonstrate talent, intelligence, empathy, etc etc. Having met some beauty pageant contestants in my lifetime I can say without a doubt that these are hardworking, clever girls who, having been genetically blessed, are using the system as much as its using them. But in a scary world where Harvey Weinstein episodes are the norm is a beauty pageant really the best way to be getting that attention? Could it maybe be a bit of a marketing ploy on behalf of pageant organisers to re-harness some lost media space?

I guess any platform that makes the world sit up and start talking is a positive one, but then I have to ask – at what cost? We’re still oggling and judging barbie dolls strutting stages in stripper heels and sparkly dresses. Apart from listing statistics, the Miss Peru contestants still showcased their bodies in hideous gold bikinis, gazing into the camera like they wanted to eat it. Real 2017 role models? I think not.

Is that two minutes of talking worth the remaining two hours of plastic smiles and hairspray? Granted in the final round the contestants were asked for their thoughts on the best way to combat femicide and violence against women, sadly not something that received the same amount of attention. I’m not quite sure why…

Are we teaching our girls that we can make statements but still be subjected to the world’s view of how we should look and what we need to measure? Surely there must be a better way? I don’t know what it is – I sincerely wish I had more answers. I suppose asking questions is a step in the right direction?

So again I ask – is this the only way us women can move forward? Oh the irony…

images: they all hate us / pinterest

Beam Me Up Gucci

Gucci is the gift that just keeps on giving. One minute you think you are completely over their overpriced bee motif trainers  and ridiculous fur lined loafers, the next they pop up with something completely innovative and smile inducing and you’re back to being inexplicably hooked. It’s so annoying! They are a powerhouse, a squad, a clique. They are the cool kids of the playground who started wearing those tattoo necklaces before anyone else did (and stopped when everyone else started wearing them). And try as you might to resist it, deep down you know that you just want – no NEED – to be a part of it. It’s like Taylor Swift and her squad. On the surface everyone eyerolls her 4th of July parties and squad escapades but deep down they all wished they had thought of matching swimsuits and waterslides.

But I digress. My point is that Gucci is always ahead of the game. I thought they had re-established this with their Pre Fall disco video (see here) but actually they have just gone up a whole other level of out of this world cool.  Taking references from Star Wars, Creature from the Black Lagoon and Forbidden Planet the latest campaign is tongue in cheek while still beautifully shot with that expensively gorgeous, over-the-top styling that only Gucci can do. I mean for goodness sake how do you make aliens look stylish? Damnit they are cool!  Damnit I hate them! Damnit I want it all…

 

 

image and video credits: Dazed

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 took some time out.

I’m still not quite there but I slowly feel like I am waking up. Usually I find myself surrounded by inspiration – a stranger’s outfit, the way the light shines into a coffee shop, an old lady walking three pugs, cigarette dangling out her mouth. It could be anything or anyone. But lately I have felt a little bit blind to the world. This sounds like a terribly depressing thing to say but actually I think realising it is the first step of taking that pressure off yourself. I think we put ourselves under far too much daily pressure. Pressure to be someone, to look like someone, update the latest picture, be current, be in the know, have it all figured out. And quite frankly I think a lot of it is so superficial and unfulfilling and we race through life without taking any of it in. The idea of mindfulness or living in the moment isn’t new (and those colouring in books and mindfulness apps just annoy the crap out of me) but there is something to be said for putting the phone away and taking a step back. Work on getting some sleep, talking less, ignoring the flurry of Instagram envy inducing pictures and just sit or stand or walk. Don’t feel the need to give of yourself all the time.

Below is a bit of a mishmash of pictures that I’ve been crushing on recently. They don’t really relate or have a theme, but sometimes its just nice to look at pretty things. Enjoy x

 

image credits: theyallhateus / fashion editorials / pinterest

The Little Green Dress

I am suffering from FOMO. In fact no I take that back. I’m not fearing missing out, I KNOW I’m missing out. And the sad thing is I only have myself to blame.

Every now and again a piece makes the rounds of street style. Usually it’s something I absolutely cannot afford. The Gucci T-shirt for example. Or the Gucci belt….actually come to think of it – anything Gucci. Or it’s something from Zara that everyone and their grandmother have but I debate buying it because, well, everyone has it and heaven forbid you arrive somewhere and there is a constant subconscious comparison. It’s not that I fear the comparison, but well why would you want to own something just because everyone has it? That was always my sister’s argument growing up – she refused to buy things from a certain popular store because she wanted to stand out and not desperately try to fit in.

But every now and again a little item comes to your attention on the street, in blogs, in magazines, or across your online shopping travels, and although not a major talking point, you notice it and decide you must remember to get it. But you forget. And then you happen to see it again and again you think to yourself, “I really need to get me one of those.”

This happens a few times until you finally sit down to do it and sorry for you – it’s gone! Sold out on the brand’s site, you can’t find it anywhere else, including ebay, Amazon and anywhere else potentially fraudulent. And so you get YKOMO (You Know You’re Missing Out) but there is not a damn thing you can do about it. So you must soldier on but nothing else comes close. You would have rocked it to all the weddings, parties, races and all other events you had on this summer. You would have styled it up, down and side ways but your closet will never know its happy glow. Because this is the one that got away. The one you must live without.

For me this current soulmate is the Ganni dalton wrap dress. If you don’t own it, see it and weep. Or if you can tell me where to get it you will have made my summer, if not my year….x

 

image credit: Pinterest

Smells like Teen Spirit (aka I’m sick of adulting)

Today I’m ordering an extra large unicorn macci-whatever from Starbucks. Why? Because I’m sick of adulting.

It’s been a strange week. Yesterday I had an ugly meeting. A meeting where I left feeling quite judged and unsure of myself. This doesn’t usually happen as I’m quite level-headed about work but yesterday really upset me. So much so that I had an emotional doughnut afterwards (not something that happens EVER). I then proceeded to vent to some of my loved ones but don’t feel much better after either. So today I had an emotional Cadbury’s creme egg. What is happening to me!

I’m sulking. I’m sulking like an emotional teenager. And I feel like I have a right to. Adulting is actually really hard. We are expected to have everything ‘together’. You leave school or university and the world expects you to get a job, know how to cook, work out life admin like bills and insurance, find a partner and look perfect on Instagram while doing all of this. And then to top things off humans have added another layer of complexity – social norms.

We are expected to navigate a galaxy of socially awkward situations, email etiquette, cold calling (whoever thought that was a good idea had clearly never had a human to human interaction in their life), client – supplier inequality, horrible bosses, catty co-workers and constant feelings of inadequacy. All of these are then further heightened when you work in a creative industry. Everyone has an opinion – today that model is a good idea, tomorrow we have moved on. Today you seem to know what you are talking about, next week not so much.

It’s hard to fit in and stand out at the same time. And this doesn’t seem to change no matter your level of experience. Reassuringly I have now managed to survive my 20’s relatively unscathed. I feel a certain level of confidence in my abilities and most of the time I talk the talk and walk the walk. So when someone comes along and dumps on my parade most of the time I just shrug it off as their problem, their insecurities or the old ‘it wasn’t meant to be’ belief.

But every now and again my world gets shattered. This is one of those days. I know it will pass, tomorrow I will wake up and eye roll the memory of that meeting. But today, just for today I’m booking out. I’m throwing up my arms and ordering an extra large unicorn macci-whatever from Starbucks. I’m not responding to emails within 10 minutes. And I’m most certainly not smiling blandly at anyone who walks past just to be polite. Because today the trials and tribulations of being a teenager sound like a dream compared to living life as an adult. I’m a casualty and so I’m booking out.

If you would like to join me check out this beautiful Teen Spirit story in the latest Teen Vogue. Someone get me some sequins and plop me in the back of a pick up truck. Life would surely be much easier…

image credit: anne of carversville