Monday, 13 February 2017
As you're probably aware, it's Valentine's Day tomorrow. It will be the first one I've spent alone since I was fourteen years old. During the past eleven years, I've gone from one long term relationship to another - eleven years of euphoric highs, extreme lows and a lot of the time, putting someone else's needs before my own.
Wednesday, 4 January 2017
Anyone who knows me will be aware that I'm a huge fan of Charlotte Tilbury, and was over the moon to accept a job with the brand back in October. A make-up artist to the stars for over 20 years, Charlotte launched her own line in 2013. With it's glamorous rose gold packaging and luxe ingredients, it's easy to see why it's so popular with celebrities, bloggers and beauty lovers alike. During these past few months I've been lucky enough to try a wide range of her products, and I thought I'd share a few of my favourites with you today:
Thursday, 22 December 2016
There's nothing quite like getting your teeth into a decent TV show, especially this time of year. One of my favourite things to do when the weather's cold is make myself a huge mug of tea, snuggle down with my hot water bottle and sit and watch back to back episodes of my favourite programmes. Here are a few I just love to binge on:
Monday, 29 August 2016
Up until recent years, I had an unhealthy obsession with magazines. I'd pool my pocket money together and subscribe to Mizz, pour over copies of Bliss under my desk at school and religiously purchase More! every Thursday on the way home from college. When getting the train to and from uni I made sure there was a glossy or two tucked away in my suitcase to keep me occupied throughout my journey. I never once considered them to be misogynistic or damaging to my mental health - I took them all as a little lighthearted fun. Reading them just felt as if I was conversing with an old friend.
In 2012, I moved to Southampton to study Writing Fashion and Culture at university. For three years I picked apart women's magazines with a fine tooth comb; writing countless articles and analyzing publications from cover to cover. By the end of my degree, I was sick to the back teeth of women's glossies. I'd seen them for what they really were; page upon page of sexist advertisements, forcing manufactured 'perfection' on their readers and pressing them to buy into a lifestyle that is barely achievable, let alone sustainable.
Thursday, 14 July 2016
I picked up The Girl on the Train last week. I'm very late to the party, I know, but I was still eager to discover what all the fuss was about. I started it on Wednesday morning - I only intended on reading a few chapters but I ended up finishing the book before the end of the day. I consider myself a fast reader but it's been a long time since I've been so compelled by a novel I've devoured it in a matter of hours.
The Girl on the Train is Rachel Watson, a lonely, divorced alcoholic whose life is spiraling out of control. She travels into London every morning on the commuter train which passes the house she used to share with her ex husband, who now lives there with his new wife and baby. A few doors down live a young, beautiful couple who Rachel often witnesses breakfasting on their roof terrace. In her desolation, she fantasizes about the pair - what jobs they might have, what their names could be and what they do in their spare time. Despite having never met them, she imagines them to enjoy the idyllic marriage she so desperately desires.
One morning, the train is making its usual journey past the couples' home when Rachel sees something that disturbs her. Her interest then transforms into an unhealthy obsession as she finds herself becoming involved in something particularly sinister.