L’Occitane Néroli & Orchidée Gift Set | Kindle | Aspinal of London Credit Card Holder | Ugg Slippers | Olivia Burton Watch | Viktor & Rolf Flowerbomb | Charlotte Tilbury Daytime Chic Gift Set View Full Post
It probably won’t come as any great surprise to you that I don’t know much about cars. In fact, when it came to shopping for my first car, I nearly gave my dad a nervous breakdown as I insisted on ignoring all of his suggestions about mileage, running costs and road tax and always ended up saying “Yeah, but I don’t like the colour”. However, when I was contacted by the Vantage Motor Group in Solihull about whether I fancied test driving the brand new Toyota C-HR for a weekend, it was a definite yes. I might not know my horsepower from my headlights, but I do know I like the chance of being one of the first in the UK to take a brand new model for a spin.
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Winter uniform | Pretending I’m Kendall Jenner | Nude and new
Budapest prettiness | Budapest tastiness | Nouveau #LashGang treats
Where you could have found me most of January | #ittybittytittycommittee benefits | Work #ootd
January: we’re skint, we’re bored and we’re having withdrawals from not eating eight Ferrero Roche for breakfast anymore. It’s easy to end up feeling a bit miserable once the Chrizzy decorations have come down and we’re thrust back into plain old winter, but the January blues don’t have to engulf us completely. How, you ask? Well, this is how…
So, real talk – when it comes to working out in the gym, I’m a pro at thinking of excuses not to go. From being too tired to not having the right hair bobble with me (I hope I’m not alone in that one. My hair just gets too HEAVY), it’s far too easy to let things stop us from getting active. And something us vajayjay-owners probably use too often to get out of exercising and pushing ourselves? Periods.
I don’t know about you, but when it comes to my Christmas shopping, my dad is actually the hardest person to buy for. This is because when you ask him what he would like, he usually responds with something ridiculous like “a map” or “a new Thermos”, or the ultimate annoying dad answer: “Don’t worry about me, I don’t need anything.” UGGGHHH, DAD. Please tell me I’m not alone in this? View Full Post
If you’re a blogger, or know someone who is, then you’ll know that we’re sensitive souls – and this means that when it comes to our blogging space, we need everything to be just perfect. For example, it’s a universal truth that we can’t physically sit down to blog without a smoothie in a mason jar by our side, or the aroma of a Diptyque candle wafting into our nostrils. And I’ve personally been known to faint if I go longer than five minutes without seeing something copper or marble. It’s just the way we are – we are artistes. View Full Post
I’ll be honest: I’m one of those people who’s kind of always on a diet. In the words of Regina George, “I really want to lose three pounds” (times four); but my problem is that I bloody LOVE food and going out for dinner and drinks is pretty much my main hobby in life. I wish it could be spinning, but alas.