A few photos from a short Bath staycation
I got my hands on some Modibodi period pants – here’s what I thought!
Apart from at university, I don’t think I’ve ever lived more than a 10 minute walk from a rapeseed field. One of the UK’s most grown crops, rapeseed is absolutely everywhere. I remember walking through countless rapeseed fields on walks as a child. On the brightest days, the colours in a rapeseed field are almostContinue reading “My journey from couch to 5k”
Book Review The Glass Hotel is the latest novel by Emily St. John Mandel, author of my all-time favourite and award-winning novel, Station Eleven. In essence, it’s a story about white-collar crime: a Ponzi scheme that blows up and obliterates the structure of many lives in the process. More than this, though, The Glass HotelContinue reading “The Glass Hotel by Emily St. John Mandel”
I read (and watched) Sally Rooney’s Normal People in under 48 hours. Now, I’m not one for savouring things, even normally. Books and TV shows, though split into parts, are wholes – and I always have a niggling fear that, if I consume them too slowly, I’ll have forgotten the beginning by the time I’veContinue reading “Sex in Sally Rooney’s Normal People“
I love experimenting with make up – with eye shadows and eye liners and lipsticks. I delight in matching my makeup to my clothes, my eye liner to my earrings, my lip gloss to my shoes. I like exploring the colours that make my green eyes pop – copper, gold, orange, pink.
What I’ve been reading Recently, as I’m sure you’re aware, time has been a little more free. I’m taking the opportunity to reignite my love for reading, something that – with an English degree equating reading with work – often fades. I’m reuniting with favourite authors, picking up books I bought and never got aroundContinue reading “Ishiguro, Chandler, Adichie”
With the recent sunshine beaming down on the UK, I’ve been finding myself outside a lot: reading, writing, lounging, listening to music. I cover myself in lightweight clothing, and head into the garden. I watch the breeze brush through the bushes, the blossom drop in a puddle around the trees. I get to wear theContinue reading “Finding my purpose[lessness]”