Things go bump in the night.








Some people like Christmas, some people like Midsummer, and then there are the people like me who bloody love a good Halloween-themed knees up. Maybe it's a rebellion against not being allowed to trick or treat as a child, but the last few years' Octobers have been focussed around one of the last days of the year you can go out without looking like the michelin man. Seeing as this post has been a draft since 2013 (!!! explains the odd formatting), I thought maybe it was about time to give it the time of night and have a lookback over a few of my getups from the archives...


knife party's haunted house - davy jones' locker

Oh, to plan an outfit on a hangover, with no foresight. Grab your most-worn wardrobe classics (stripy top, blue skirt), draw on a few nautical-themed tattoos and shove on so much make up your face can't move. Haunted House was amazing too, jealous if you've got tickets for this year's.

going 'out out' - max from 2 broke girls

On first thoughts, this one's a bit weird, isn't it? When you realise just how many people have said "you well look like that one off Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist" this one's a bit of a no-brainer. And you really can buy anything from ebay.

#AsDarknessFalls - mermaid

Deep sea theme continuing, this year I opted for something inspired by Missguided's new-in section. Take a nude-coloured body (add seashells if you live near a beach/have time), velvet pencil skirt and 'oh my god these are so high I'd give anything to swim not walk home' lace-up heels for a simple costume with elements you can wear again. Because guess which girl still has a 2 broke girls waitress uniform screwed up at the bottom of her wardrobe...

I'd love to see what you guys are wearing for Halloween this weekend, so please pop a link to your instagram in the comments (or, even better, a link to a blog post!) as I've got 2 things to go to this weekend and 0 time to sort out outfits, so any inspiration will be much appreciated. Keep an eye on my instagram to see what I get up to, and have a look below at all the things I'm resisting* in the meantime.



*correct at time of clicking schedule. Things maaay have accidentally been added to bag...
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Underneath the eggshells.


Finally getting the Boots disposable camera developed that Clarity bought me last year.

Although I love how much my blog's photography has improved over the past few years, sometimes it doesn't hurt to get back to basics. When I first started blogging, I didn't have a digital camera (let alone a DSLR), so most of my posts were accompanied with photos from disposable cameras, and I've got a shoebox filled to the brim with printed-off photos on my windowsill. I know I say it all the time, but I will get back into the habit of carrying one around with me and share them here, as it's not all glossy HD shots and perfectly positioned flat lays, however pretty they look.

I hope you all had a lovely January, and here's to February getting off to a good start!
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And a smile.







five photos that make me happy


I remember getting a chain letter once, a real one in the post (this was pre-broadband and the computer made weird chirruping noises every time I wanted to look up cheats for the Sims #rememberrosebud). My mum declared it rubbish and it was promptly discarded, but these odd little things still live on, going through MySpace bulletins to posts on tumblr with hundreds of thousands of notes. My mum's scepticism has worn off somewhat and I tend to roll my eyes whenever I see them floating around, but when my friend Georgia tagged me on facebook prompting me to share five photo that make me happy, I thought that I might just give this one a little look-in. After a lot of whittling, here we go with no further ado - hooray!


one - the lads

Who knew the kids I went to sixth form with would still be the ones I buy misguided absinthe shots with? Here's to multiple courses of Christmas dinner and maybe that trip to Paris we mentioned in May...


two - blogging, and everything that comes with it

Three hundred and sixty-two three posts later, pressing publish means I've met some of the coolest cats out there, not to mention moving abroad, trying new things (and maybe trying too many burgers) and fuelling that unhealthy relationship with asos. It can be a little up and down, but I can't deny that my life's been a whole lot more fun with the smiles blogging has provided.


three - "let's start from the beginning, shall we?"

This rather grainy shot was taken at the best gig ever (although Finsbury Park was pretty good). They might not be achingly cool or have a singer who's a member of the twenty-seven club, but Arctic Monkeys will always have a place in my heart, and I can't thank them enough for the friends I've made through it (yes Blake, shout out for you).


four - london town

Liverpool's up there as somewhere I will always love, but home is where the heart is. I may never have been a zone one dweller - this photo was taken whilst on a photography walk the other night - but there's nothing quite like the excitement of the capital city. AND it has several hummus restaurants.


five - the hours lost to magnet

Taking this full circle to the girl who tagged me to do this, are the friends I made at university. I love knowing people from all over, but these ones (plus Clarity!) are the ladies I know I'll always be able to laugh till I ache all over with, and I really don't think you could ask for any more.


I tag Jazmine, Kavita, Carmen, Olivia, Camilla and everyone reading this who needs to remember that sometimes you just need to pause and remember that the little things are the most important.

If you liked this, I'd recommend reading Lisette's blog and her "Thankful Thursday" feature - enjoy!
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One year on: moving to Munich.

All photos taken on an expired disposable camera I bought as part of a job lot on ebay.

As my alarm went off at 9 (promptly snoozed, last night's optimism seemed misplaced), I couldn't help but think "thank god it's not this time last year" when I woke up at 4.30 for my one-way flight to Munich. Seeing as I never published a post immediately after returning from my six months abroad, I thought that now would be a good a time as ever to sit down with a rather large cuppa and get talking about what was, to me, quite an important chapter.

Why did I intern in Munich?

It'd be a downright lie to say I'd always wanted to live in Germany. I studied German from year seven right up to A Level (where changing school for sixth form killed my passion for the language as I was stuck with a teacher who didn't particularly inspire me). I'd considered studying English with German at university but I didn't get the grades so stuck with straight English and the rest, as they say, is history. After graduating and its inevitable "what the hell am I doing with my life?" panics, I started looking around for alternatives to the London-based internships and jobs I'd been looking at, and saw that Stylight was looking for british interns.
I had never even considered moving abroad (having no money and no fluency does that to a girl), but a skype interview later I was their newest SEO and online marketing intern and was looking at easyjet flights and downloading the dict.cc app. I knew little about Munich other than it was the capital of Bavaria, home to Oktoberfest and, you know, was Hitler's city of choice (perhaps apt to bring this up on Remembrance Sunday, bear in mind that Munich's moved on a lot since), so touching down in Freising was the start of a learning curb that lasted me through right till the day I returned to the UK.

How did I prepare for the move?

In a word? Badly. If you plan to intern with Stylight, bear in mind that they don't give you much time to move over there - I think I initially had three weeks - but I managed to put off my start date by a week using the excuse that flights were cheaper (lol, no, I had tickets for Knife Party's Haunted House which I was not going to miss). I knew that Kavita was out there, so I sent her a tweet, we started emailing, and she completely reassured me and helped me out a load, and is now someone I'm lucky enough to call a friend. I'm not a planner, and this move wasn't any different. Most people say that I was pretty brave to move to Munich on such short notice, but it's more likely that it was a heady mix of not having much on and sheer stupidity; that said, I don't regret doing it at all.

What was interning at Stylight like?

Just a little disclaimer here, a fair bit's changed since I was there, so I'll keep this bit short and stick with what I know.
Stylight's offices are based in Neuhausen, which is a little bit West of the city centre. Stylight HQ is absolutely amazing, with plenty of natural light, a nap room (only used when I was hungover after the Christmas party) and free cereal. You sit split up by your department, then with a team of countries (mine was UK, Netherlands and Sweden, but that's probably changed since), but everyone takes lunch 12.30-1.30 so there's plenty of opportunity to chat with everyone else; or you can stereotypically arrange hourly catch ups at the coffee machine over a brew of Yorkshire Tea. Every week there's the TGIF meeting, where everyone comes together to discuss what's happened in their department over a beer. Stylight like to claim that they've got a bit of a reputation in Munich for throwing amazing parties, so that's always good fun to look forward to too.
I was assured as I left that they were planning to change this, but there are a large percentage of interns working for Stylight, so there's a lot of new starters and people leaving on a weekly basis. Despite this, I've made plenty of friends who I still keep in contact with now.

What's happened since?

I always knew I'd have to be back in the UK on a certain date as I'd committed to jury service, leaving just under a week between completing my contract and my flight back. Since touching down, I haven't stopped. Two weeks of jury service were followed by interning at Cath Kidston and Oasis, and the latter offered me a job which I've been enjoying ever since. Did interning in Munich help my job prospects? It must've in some way, but I think it's more that I was interning for an extended period of time in an online retail environment, rather than because it was abroad. Regardless, it gave me an opportunity to discover another city, and get to Berlin for €16 return.

The million dollar question: would I recommend it to you?

If you've got the wanderlust bug: go for it. Don't expect it to be anything like Berlin, Munich's pretty tame: the population's rich and you'll definitely feel like the poorest person in the room balking at the idea of paying €3,90 for a tequila shot (then doing it anyway...), but it's absolutely magical at christmastime and you'll never not find it funny to see people wearing lederhosen and dirndls on the U-bahn - then buy one for yourself. It can be pretty pricey out there (Munich's the 39th most expensive city in the world, which stings after living in Liverpool but prepped me for London), and I was lucky enough to make a little bit of extra money from my blog to help pay the bills, but it can be tough at times if you don't have savings to dip into.
I am 100% glad I did it, but six months was just the right amount of time, and I was more than happy to return to Essex as my half year was up. And, let's be honest, it's got my "what's an interesting fact about you?" ice breaker covered for life.

If you want to get more of the nitty gritty feel free to tweet or email me.

And shout out to the amazing people I met out there (plus plenty more): Lauren, Kavita, Carmen, Charlotte, Lizzy, Charlotte, Stina, Marta, Anni, Romy, Rosa, Marine, Stephanie, Piero, Linda, Nina, Willemijn... too many to say you all!
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I heard there was a secret chord.

Asos necklace dress: £36. French Connection heels: gift (old). Pandora bracelet. Topshop Really Ruby lipstick and Becca Hotel California lipgloss. Essie Lapiz of Luxury nail varnish.

As I drink out of the scouser ware mug I picked up when in the North West earlier this month, I can't help but think that a lot can happen in three weeks. I mean, I've had a few bruises develop and also lost an eyebrow brush (guess which of the two I think is more tragic), but my friend Beth got married and jetted off on honeymoon, returning a brand new lady. I think we both know which one of us has experienced more life-changing occurrences, but it was an honour to be invited up to the beautiful Chester to celebrate one of my Liverpool ladies tying the knot. We all went through pretty rough patches at university, (I'd recommend freshers watching Corrie's video, if you've got any sober time to spare!) and I'm honesty so happy that Beth found her mister during the course of it, and you couldn't hope for a happier and more beautiful bride - I think my jaw still aches from so much smiling in a short space of time.

I couldn't help but buy something special for the occasion, and this asos dress spoke to me through my screen at work inbetween the quips about parkas and that Taylor Swift song being played incessantly on the radio. Maybe it reveals all those meal deals I've been indulging in at lunch recently, but other than that I think it looks okay on, and I love the open back and little necklace detail meaning I didn't have to bother lugging any more stuff up with me - perfect! Now, I'm just off to celebrate being single with my pal Danielle then get myself to the gym and undo that packet of Kettle crisps.
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I can feel the love, can you feel it too.

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It hardly feels like it (talk about a whirlwind), but just a week ago I was stood in a rather muddy field in Manchester singing myself hoarse at Sam Smith. The lovely people at Yahoo Lifestyle invited me up to sample the northern soul and snap some street style photos (that bit's coming soon!). Seeing as I took a load of photos, I thought it'd make sense to separate them into two posts, so here's day one for your delectation.

I haven't been to Manchester since last November, but it certainly fulfilled my expectations: it rained. A lot. The Saturday was a bit of a washout, and I still feel like I've got a little bit of mud on me somewhere, but the music more than made up for the constant cold, particularly when the sun reared its head towards the end of the afternoon! We tended to stage hop to see what was going on, but highlights included Camo and Krooked, Duke Dumont, and, of course, Rudimental, who I've been wanting to see for ages, and they do manage to make you feel good despite the inevitable onset of a cold making itself very present. I also spied an Almost Famous stand, which I insisted we try out having heard the hype surrounding their Liverpool opening, and boy was I glad we did. I had the special Parklife burger which included all things chorizo, while Sabby favoured the Famous, and I can really see why they've earned their reputation (and it gives me an excuse to talk about food).

Day two will be coming up on Wednesday, but for now I plan to curl up in a very small ball and pray this hangover goes on its merry sadistic way.
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Where's all my soul sisters.

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You may or may not have noticed that there's someone else joining me in these photos. Missguided got in touch asking who my BFF was, and my immediate thought was the girl who'd travel across countries to see me if I was feeling a bit down or happen to have festival tickets - we ought to be at Parklife right about now, actually! Sabby's appeared on this blog a fair few times, accompanied me to events, and generally been an all-round top lad since I sat next to her in my first history A level class nearly five years ago. In that time she's lived in Paris, I've lived in Munich, and we've got through a few more bottles of vodka than it's probably acceptable to admit (well, she is part-Russian, after all). As a general rule, I'm pretty guarded with who I share things with due to a fair amount of past disappointment, but this one seems to be doing alright. I'm not one to get all soppy, and I'm definitely not letting her read this before it's published as she's handily packing hot pants for the weekend's festival right now, but it truly does mean more than I let on to have a friend who really is there for you all the time even when it's 3am and you're in a different time zone, loyal even when they know you're being a bit of an idiot, and literally feeds my love for hummus. That last one's the most important, obviously.
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