Even if I didn’t love the latest season of Selling Sunset, Million Dollar Beach House reminded me not to take the Oppenheim Group for grantedContinue reading “Arrogant men, stale drama, poor selling: Million Dollar Beach House will never match Selling Sunset“
I bought myself some gorgeous earrings for my 20th birthday –
here’s what I thought!
A few photos from a short Bath staycationContinue reading “A (socially distanced) trip to Bath”
I got my hands on some Modibodi period pants – here’s what I thought!Continue reading “Review: Modibodi period pants”
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 almost surreal, and I was almost blinded by the bright yellow I was running my hands through.Continue reading “My journey from couch to 5k”
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 Hotel is about belonging, about identity and growth, secrets and ghosts, and (in true Mandel fashion) how lives intersect, impact and influence one another.Continue reading “The Glass Hotel by Emily St. John Mandel”
I started experiencing migraines when I was around 10 years old, which means I’ve been experiencing them for about a decade now. There has been very little conclusive research into why migraines form, and so they are notoriously difficult – and subjective – to treat. I want to share some of the ways I went from daily tortured migraine sufferer to sporadic migraine withstander.Continue reading “Learning to live with migraines”
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’ve made it to the end. I’m fearful that I’ll miss something – whether it’s a clever cyclical moment, a key part of the plot or merely who a character is after rushing over them.Continue 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.Continue reading “Making up with make up”