Afternoon internet friends, I come to you all with a fashion topic that splits many an opinion. I have always been an advocate of genuine, classic style Ugg boots and am wondering whether they’re worth repurchasing. My trusty pair have lasted me about 4 years and I’m now in limbo over whether I buy another
Good evening internet friends. This post has been inspired by the hair dye currently on my head, making me want to scratch my scalp to shit. I’ve also managed to drip brown hair dye on my eyelid and having just washed it off it’s pretty much all over my face. So tomorrow I will be
I can be a strange old bean (as I’m sure most people can be) and my little anxiety quirk has raised many a question and many an eyebrow over the years. So to start off I’m going to set the typical scene, which will hopefully help you to better understand what the hell I’m on
Firstly I’d like to apologise for my late post (I’m trying to do one a week and it was due yesterday!) I was just snuggling up on the sofa reading an article in my Cosmo about bloggers and remembered I hadn’t posted. Anyway, I digress. Let’s get to this week’s topic! I’m sure you’ve had
Okay, what I want to get across in this post isn’t strictly a fashion faux pas, however it does play a big part in how I dress and feel about myself with the clothes I wear. My cousin Tammy and I were talking about this the other week (she feels the same as me) and
Finding clothes that fit properly is one of the biggest fashion challenges I and probably most people face. In my experience, Topshop, H&M and Miss Selfridge sizes come up quite small, New Look and Dorothy Perkins a lot bigger. Primark, don’t even go there mate! A couple of weeks ago, Aaron and I popped
So, you’ve probably gathered from my previous posts (if you’ve read them) or know me in real life that I’m quite the short arse (5ft 2 and a half!). Good things come in small packages and there are some pros to being small like always being at the front of pictures, being let through big
Everyone has at least one item of clothing which mysteriously goes missing, I on the other hand, have countless pieces which have taken a wander over the years. Up until I moved out almost 3 years ago, 99% of the time my younger sister Georgie was the culprit. If you have a sibling, you will
I couldn’t think of any other title that would portray this post in a better way. I am terrible at it and the word crap sums it up. Don’t get me wrong, I have improved over the years and no longer smudge bright sparkly pink eye-shadow over my lids with my finger because ‘that’s what
This week I’ve been pulling old shit bits from my wardrobe and running through all of my social media posts to find my fashion faux pas’ of the past and present. However, inspiration for this post started with the lads at work finding my old Youtube channel. After the usual lad banter that always follows
