The irony of me hating the heatwave but getting married in Antigua was pointed out to me this week. All as I fanned myself with a single sheet of paper, attractively wiping the sweat from my ‘tache, while googling to see if there was a product out there made to stop thigh chafe. All of this while on the sauna that is my crappy old train. It’s a glam old life.
As I begin to fill my gorgeous new display cabinet with handbags, I start to take note of the bags that are missing from my current collection. Said collection has dwindled massively in the past year due to a serious case of mould taking the majority of bags hostage. But that’s ok. Because I can dream about replacing them.
Every now and then I like to torture Al by dragging him, kicking and screaming, around the mecca that is IKEA. It’s not a pretty sight, but we always leave with more than we came for. I believe that every IKEA trip goes a little like this…
I haven’t shopped in Topshop for a very long time now because flesh-baring crops tops, bum-skimming denim shorts and body-con ribbed dresses aren’t my bag. However, their new white shirt collection, packed-full with Victorian ruffles, spoke to my nearing-30 body.
At the beginning of summer, I caved and picked up some box-fresh white Puma sliders. Since that moment, they’ve graced my feet on multiple occasions because they’re so god-darn comfy.
After many years of searching, I’ve finally found my perfect shampoo and conditioner match. *Flicks hair over shoulders*
I have seen countless fellow bloggers prancing around in their versions of this midi skirt and I figured it was about time I tell you why everyone has it, loves it and wants to show it off. Because, let’s be honest, it’s bloomin’ gorgeous.
I don’t even know where to begin with these boots. They are next-level gorgeous. I am so smitten it actually hurts a little.
A couple of weeks ago I finally got round to sending off our wedding paperwork detailing all our wants, I got too excited and sneakily threw in a question about fireworks.
My face is currently having a love affair with three products. A moisturiser that’s giving me that post-gym glow minus the exercise, a miraculous anti-blemish cream and a pencil that’s giving me lazy-but-still-badass brows.