After quite possibly the longest January ever, I, along with many others I’m sure, am very much looking forward to Spring and Summer. Unfortunately though, the weather is still very much rooted in the depths of winter and we won’t be leaving the house without thermals on for a while. Although I’m longing for denim shorts and cute summer dresses, I’m going to make the most of my winter wardrobe while I still can.
Hello and Happy New Year! It’s slightly (very) belated but better late than never eh? My January, as I’m sure is the case with many others, has been accompanied by the dreaded winter cold/sickness bug/general feelings of unwellness. My very generous boyfriend, always eager to share, passed me over his cold symptoms and of course I just had to top it by adding in some vomit too – charming, I know. So whilst I’m feeling sorry for myself on the sofa, I thought I’d share a recent outfit I shot with Dan last week, aka the good old times when I had my health.
Today is June 31 – exactly six months since New Year’s Eve and with that, exactly since months since I last ate meat. Yes, I was that person who decided go veggie on the first day of 2018 after deciding it months before, but you know what – sometimes new year’s resolutions can be a good thing and I felt like I needed a definitive cut off point. So, I thought I would reflect on how I’ve found vegetarianism so far and my reasons for deciding to take the plunge and finally cut out meat once and for all. Also be sure to read until the end for some of my favourite veggie recipes!
In the words of Miranda Priestly, “Florals? For Spring? Groundbreaking.” It may not be anything new, but it’s still a firm favourite for 2018’s warmer months. There’s something about the warmer weather that makes me want to have flowers, flowers and more flowers. I’m a young Theresa May running through a field, apart from the wheat is replaced with flowers, political beliefs significantly altered and the only bombing I’m doing is spraying Viktor & Rolf’s ‘Flowerbomb’ perfume.
I’m fascinated by human behaviour. The idea that every single person on the planet is different to the next, with a different personality is just crazy to me. By the time you get through your teens and into your early twenties your personality and traits are pretty much set in stone, and apparently we’re pretty much incapable of change once we hit the big 3-0. Now I’m at the ripe old age of 22, soon to be 23, I’d like to think I know myself pretty well. There are things that I like about myself, and of course things that I wish I could change.