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Saying no to underwire bras

The older I’ve got the less I want to wear the bras I have always been used to wearing. The kind of bra that’s full of padding, has a stiff underwire and just generally feel tight and uncomfortable. Everything these days has to be ALL about comfort for me. Loose flowing dresses… trainers… and TBH bra-free. I made a visit to an underwear outlet near my work and bagged myself a gorgeous laced bra-let from Heidi Klum for a mere $20. Comfort with an edge of sexiness plus it was on sale, Winning!

Two faced bronzer

Way back when I worked at the Estee Lauder HQ, I was there for years so naturally was inundated up with the best make-up. Once I had left and the make-up supplies dwindled, I was back on the drugstore bronzer hype, usually going for a classic Rimmel. It was fine, it did the job but it just didn’t look as plush. Also, it was the worst to take on a night out, one drunken trip or bag drop in the loo and it would obliterate and go up in dust. THE WORST. So when my bronzer ran out the other day, I took a trip to Mecca and invested in a one from Two Faced and OMG, it is divine. It smells like chocolate, has a natural shade of tan, feels super soft to touch and is in a gorgeous looking compact. And guess what, I dropped it the other day without any disasters! I am totally sold and it’s now a must-have for my make-up bag.

Touch Éclat

This is the stuff of miracles I swear. I am not a big make-up junkie, but I do enjoy it and one thing I have always gone back to, and do know works, is this bad boy. It’s incredible! I always sway towards the pink shade to brighten my undereyes instead of using concealer (which sticks to my wrinkles) and it works wonders. 

Glow tonic

A new addition to my beauty regime, well, that’s if you can say I even have one. I am terrible! Johnsons make-up wipes, a splash of cold water and then the Nivia face cream (you know the one… thick, super creamy and in a blue pot. Your nan probably uses it) is what my daily routine consists of and it’s bad, I know it is. The lady in Sephora was horrified. She put me onto the Pixi Glow Tonic and I was unsure, I never tone or cleanse as I'm lazy AF, but, with one wipe of a cotton pad I was converted. I yearn for skin that glows and I swear after a few uses my skin felt softer, brighter and looked more refreshed. My one piece of advice here is to BUY IT and get ready for dewy skin baby.

Gold hoops and vintage rings

If anything portrays my personal style, it’s a gold hoop. I have been wearing them since my obsession with Carrie Bradshaw began, all those years ago. Small or big, I don’t care mate, just as long as it’s gold and circular I am all for it. My go to are always my chunky ones from Rokit – absolute chav chic. I also love my selection of vintage rings, I have so many beautiful ones that have all been passed on to me from relatives (mainly my nan), I stare at their uniqueness everyday and love them dearly.

Tom Ford

Remember when I said I worked at Estee Lauder? Well this perfume is from those good old days. Nothing better than Tom Ford with a staff discount, eh! My usual favourite fragrance is YSL Cinema, but sadly I ran out and not about to re-purchase it considering in 9 weeks I’ll be living out of a backpack. So, I turned to the other perfume I had here, Tom Ford Champaca Absolute. I am actually a big fan. It’s sensual, luxurious and a little bit masculine and makes the perfect scent for nighttime.


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 Ticking off the iconic Aussie hotspots before I leave meant I couldn’t not make the trip up to Byron Bay. The iconic coastal town in the south eastern Australian state of New South Wales is known for its laid back lifestyle, the surf, beautiful beaches and tasty restaurants, and it did not disappoint. Sadly, it rained the entire weekend, and this is one destination that requires the sun! We checked out the beach and the famous lighthouse look-out, but couldn’t really enjoy it in its entirety thanks to the grey clouds, non-stop rain and blustering wind. Typical, eh! Good job us girls don’t need too much to be entertained then. The weekend took a less outdoorsy turn and instead, was fuelled with booze, food and the best chats. Perfect. 


We flew into the Gold Coast airport and picked up our hire car before heading down to Burleigh Heads, which is a suburb in Queensland and renowned for its excellent surfing conditions. It was late, we’d all had a busy day at work and it was pissing it down so there was only one thing for it… the pub! It’s a smaller spot for partying but there are still some super fun venues to check out for cocktails, music and a dance. We started the night in Nightjar, an edgy dive bar which is leading the way in Burleigh’s back-alley nightlife scene. Once we had necked as many espresso martinis as we possibly could (Queensland seemed so cheap in comparison to Sydney!) we moved onto the Burleigh Heads Hotel, a huge pub-come-dancefloor type place – right up my street mate. I absolutely love a pub. The end of the night was a bit of a blur but we were a short uber ride from the hotel and it didn’t take long before we were in bed scoffing crisps, M&Ms and putting the world to rights. A proper girls’ night out.

The hangover from hell kicked in as soon as we had to check out (of course it did) so we urgently needed food and fizz. Luckily for us Burleigh Heads is full of cute brunch spots so it wasn’t long before we were hauled up sipping coke and eating toast at The Paddock, a stylish space that served up the most yummy treats. Hangover, be gone! It was still raining (joy!) so we slowly but surely made our way down to Byron Bay nattering the hours journey away. 

The hangovers were coming in waves and we were all still a little ropey when we arrived but still drove up to the famous lighthouse to check out the views. Grey, grey and more grey. Sadly we couldn’t do the popular lighthouse coastal walk as the weather was so bad so we decided to hit up the local burger joint instead. Three red wines, some more of the best chats ever and a big old burger later, we were ready to check in to the next hotel and get showered and ready to see what Byron Bay’s nightlife had to offer. Somehow we managed to make our way through a further 2 bottles of processo (was it even a girls night out if you didn’t down prosecz whilst you’re getting ready?) and then head on to a few well-known bars where we indulged in gin to wash away our remaining hangovers (apologies if you follow me on Instagram and witnessed this process). It was still raining, FYI. The night ended again, surrounded by crisps but with the addition of a hot dog. It was great and we all slept like babies!











Sunday felt like ground-hog day; another early-morning check out and an even worse hangover where more food was needed. We sacked off a posh Instagrammable brunch and went straight to subway because basically, this hangover was 10 times worse than Saturdays. One foot long down we (probably still drunk tbh) slipped into our swimmers and braved the rain to dive into the ocean. It was divine. Rainy and divine. We enjoyed the - albeit grey - beach views for a few more hours with lemonade runs every so often and more mega girl chats. V cute.  

The plane journey home was looming so we pushed through the hangover and made the drive back down the coast to surfer’s paradise where we stopped to load up on garlic bread before hitting the road again to catch our flight. We might have all looked like drowned hungover rats but we had warm fuzzy hearts after the best boozy chats. Girls’ weekends are like therapy and a reminder that good friends are the absolute bee’s knees. 

So here's to rainy days spent with good friends, one of life's most beautiful gifts.

boho beach fashion

Beach-side living has well and truly taken hold of my wardrobe… just look at me go in this boho-style two piece! Not to mention the fact I am frolicking about shoe-less - that is just SO Aussie. Look, you can’t blame me for going full blown BEACH when this bit of tranquility is what the end of my road looks like. A tad different to the urban garages of East London, eh. 

This seaside backdrop is set to be my home for the last 3 months of this epic Sydney adventure and with summer officially on its way my content is going to be FULL of sea and sand. It killed me watching my friends and family living their best lives throughout one of the hottest summer’s that the UK has seen for years. I could not believe the year I choose to leave, the country was engulfed in a heatwave – typical. Well lads, it’s my time to kick the arse out of a beach selfie ;-)

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boho beach fashion

boho beach fashion

boho beach fashion

boho beach fashion


10 things I know now I am 32

32, THIRTY TWO! How and when did that happen...?

I have actually loved being in my early 30s and looking back I think I had more of a breakdown when I turned 25. I found a sense of calm after my 30th birthday; a sort of acceptance about who I was, what I looked like and how I presented myself. I can’t explain it really. Sure, I still have those ‘I am doing crap at life moments’ and constantly compare myself to others on Instagram. The usual stuff; not skinny enough, my nose is too big or I am not rich enough, but overall, I’m happy with my lot. 

Comparing yourself to others is very easy to do and incredibly unhealthy - I try and remind myself daily not to do it. My nose (I hate it!) but I am not brave enough for a nose job so I just know what angles to work with in pics. My body, of course I ‘d love to be more toned, but I also love pizza too, so everything in moderation works for me – a few healthy days followed by a piggie day and the gym 1-3 times a week. I would actually love to exercise more but I am very good at coming up with incredible excuses as to why I can’t! When it comes to money I always question my capabilities and work decisions. Am I doing enough? Am I clever enough? Why am I not as successful as her? Why do I loose Insta followers rather than gain them? Maybe I am too busy comparing myself and not busy enough motivating myself? 

But what I do know is worrying about what everyone else is doing takes you away from what you’re doing. Everyone has a different path and that’s awesome. I am 32, I’ve not bought a house or had a baby yet and I guess you could say, following my move to Australia, I have had a career break too. I’m about to go off travelling with my BF, which is incredibly exciting, and once we land in the UK I'll focus on picking up my career again and fingers crossed those other natural life paths will fall into place too - and I'm OK with that. I love that everyone’s path is a different one. I remember when I was at school, I said I wanted to have brown curly hair and 4 kids by the time I was 24 years old. LOL. Couldn’t have gone any differently!

I don’t really write much on the personal front but when I do, these are the posts are always the most well received. So, off the back of those stats, I thought I’d write up a little summary of what I have learnt now I am 32. Don’t get too excited, no life changing paragraphs here, being an adult is still as tough as ever. I can barely use google maps, make a decent dinner or do a food shop without forgetting something, so it won’t be any pearls of wisdom that will change your life, just things I never couldn’t have predicted I’d feel or know when I when I was back in my 20s.


10 things I know now I am 32


All I want is dewy, glowing skin
I don’t wear foundation or powder anymore because my crow’s feet are well and truly kicking in. Foundation seeps into my wrinkles and actually makes me look older. I never thought I’d see the day that I wouldn’t wear foundation and pray for dewy, glossy skin instead. Also, side-note: embrace those freckles! I started to when I hit 30.

There’s nothing wrong with doing nothing 
In my twenties and into my thirties I was always out. Dinner, an event, working late or just a pub catch-up. I always had something in the diary. Now at 32 coming in from work and doing absolutely nothing other than crash out and Netflix binge are my favourite moments. I look back and think it’s OK to not be busy, to want to stay in, to do nothing. Whether that’s with your other half, your mates or just you.

You’ll be able to accept the pie
If you’re single in your 30s I swear you just get more resilient to the mass amount of wankers out there. You just become more aware that not every guy is going to like you and you’re not going to like every guy. But, when you do meet the one, you really will know it. It’s ALL about timing mate. Until then, you can have a lot of fun dating, which I think is great for character building, as well as providing juicy stories for the pub ;-)

You can’t please everyone
I still really struggle with this one but it’s true, you really can’t, and that’s OK. You do you. Of course whilst you’re doing you, don’t go hurting people in the process but just remember you can’t please everyone all of the time.

Hangovers do get worse 
Oh my lord, I thought this was a myth! Years back I’d stroll into work after having the maddest nights with very little sleep and I’d be able to function all day. WTF. Now, I have to schedule in a hangover and by that I mean have absolutely zero plans the day after a night out.

Nights in seem more appealing 
This is probably due to not being able to function on hangovers, my weekends just feel so precious and the last thing I want is to waste a Sunday hungover. It’s also probably because I have the gorgeous Sydney beaches on my doorstep too.

People and situations do change and that’s OK
Ugh, this one is a bit sad. But it’s true! Not everyone moves forward at the same pace and while that’s OK, it’s definitely a sure sign of adult hood taking over. But what I do know, is that it works out for everyone in the end.

Health is ALL and I mean ALL that matters
This is it. The one and only thing that really anyone should take away from this rambling list. Look after yourself and appreciate those around you. Health is wealth and life is very precious.

Drink lots of water and brush your skin
Cellulite, another thing I have finally accepted. I definitely have seen it get better when I drink a shed-load of water and brunch my skin twice daily with a body brush.

Always say yes to an adventure
I remember craving to move to London after university but I just never had the balls. I was stuck in a – looking back – very mundane relationship and any hopes and dreams I had always seemed out of reach. That was, until I turned 25 and I knew I wanted something more than the village I was from. I saved hard, paid off my credit card and moved to London at the age of 27. It took me a few years to do it but I did it and I have never ever looked back. Then, 4 years later, decided to uproot my life again and move to Sydney for a year and guess what, I've never looked back. ALWAYS say one big fat YES to adventure.

10 things I know now I am 32



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Now summer is on the approach it’s time to ditch the jeans and re-introduce the denim skirt back into my wardrobe. Whether it’s my A-line number from & Other Stories or the wrap-waist vintage beauty I nabbed for a mere $5 in a charity shop, I just never tire of my denim skirt collection. It’s also one I just keep on adding to.  My hunt for the perfectly fitting denim skirt is never over. 

Now the weather is warming up it’s time to pair my denim faves with bold mules or my new must-have ankle boots (you can read all about them, here) ready for the season ahead. It’s also a good excuse to continue the perfect denim skirt hunt too. I paired this light-wash vintage skirt with a long-sleeved blouse (it's not full blown summer just yet so sleeves and a jacket are still needed for sun-down) and an old pair of red mules to link the red and pink from the blouse. It's easy, comfortable, includes a colour clash and flashes a bit of leg - transitional spring to summer dressing, sorted!


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how-to-wear-a-denim-mini-skirt

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