I picked up three new sundresses this year, all IBS-belly friendly, and I’ve realised they fall into three categories. The sophisticated boho dream, the cutesy floral number and the voluminous polka dot childlike one. That wasn’t how they were categorised on ASOS but I feel is an accurate description. Hear me out on what they have in common and why I’m living in them.
Do you remember when we had that first heat wave a few weeks ago? Well I do, because I immediately panicked that I didn’t have any dresses to wear that would cover me for work and play. I headed to my saviour, ASOS, and ordered this dress and am now convinced it’s the best thing since sliced sourdough with smashed avo on top. Especially for those of us who spend 90% of their life with a bloated IBS tum.
Breaking news: I am a thirty-year-old sequin and glitter obsessive.
August has gone by in a blur so I noted down my best bits… It’s been one helluva sweaty, barbecue-filled month.
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.
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.
My body was definitely built for harsh winters and loads of layering, not 31 degree heat on a packed train and bus replacement service. Somehow I managed…
Portugal. We came, we saw, we drank sangria, we conquered. All for my auntie’s 60th birthday celebrations. Here are some of my favourite snaps…
June was a bloody brilliant month so I figured I’d round-up the best bits and note them down.
You know how some people are addicted to cheese or chocolate, well I feel the same way about shoes. In particular, the kind of shoe that has been completely bedazzled, has a whopper of a pom pom stuck on it or is in a crazy animal print. That’s my thing. Shoes are my crack.