Love Thy Sister

I was thirteen and just about coming to the end of my childish staring faze, you know the one that causes offence to anyone. When you’re a kid you stare, you just do, when you like something or when you find something unusual. You haven’t learned not to gawk at people and how rude and sometimes upsetting it can be to them. It used to be cute when you were really small, aw look, she’s trying to figure me out, bless.


So, one day I was shopping with my sister as usual, we were laughing and talking about everything as always. Harmless to anyone the both of us, having already gone through that awkward gothic stage and as a result less judgemental of any one who presented themselves differently. Mouth wide open mid cackle at a joke my sister made, I suddenly locked eyes with a beautiful girl… My gaze and laughter was received with an uncomfortable expression. I’m afraid I had accidentally offended her with no intention of doing so. She was a red headed stunner with a painted red lip, wearing an emerald green tailored jacket, I envied her model look and style, she was a vision. She was one of the first girls I found inspiring, this was a time when red lips weren’t so fashionable, it was all nude gloss and lilac eye shadow back then, so she truly did stand out!


I wish that I could’ve said to her then that I thought she looked amazing but unfortunately it’s not normal to do that and now I’m older I really don’t know why. I wish I could’ve boosted her confidence and reassured her that my laughter was not aimed at her but she was just that striking she caught my eye and I may have looked for longer than necessary. I’ve seen many women since who I’ve been itching to walk over to say that their shoes look fab or compliment their hair colour, because you don’t get much positivity from women for whatever reason, you see it so much in the celebrity world in particular those comments on Serena and her ‘man-ish’ figure that kept circulating, which of course were hurtful and plain f***ing stupid, she looks amazing in a dress! 


The Kardashian/Jenners get a lot of abuse and most supermodels with protruding hip bones. Recently I’ve seen trolling of a shocking nature on the social media accounts of my favourite bloggers that could leave permanent scars, especially the comments aimed at their children. Horrific.


Having looked at life from both sides (cue Joni Mitchell solo) and experienced hate from being different to a low level of jealousy from owning something enviable. I was educated on the suffragettes, I was raised to value and respect human life and although women may not be equal to men and will eternally fight that war, we damn well should at least be equal to each other and unite. Grab a paddle ladies and we’ll get out of this creek faster!

Happy Valentine’s Day

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[image sources: Isla Fisher, howtobearedhead.com – Jennifer Lawrence, thebroccolijuice.tumblr.com – Serena Williams, bellanaija.com – Tippi Hedren, HBO.com]

Feeling Red


It’s February and I’m twitterpated with the colour red! 

My hair has an auburn tint that looks fab with a slick red lip. My new Topshop bell sleeved top from my previous post, next to my pale skin brightens up my winter blues. I’m truly feeling red this month, of course I have nothing in my boring wardrobe. 

I’m coveting a new colour palette and style in preparation for spring, reds with white or cream, tailored jackets, crisp lines, and retro cuts. I go through my fazes of classic style at least three times a year. 


It’s the time of year when, for some reason unbeknownst to me, in winter I get in the mood for black and white movies mainly from the fifties but I can bend to forties and sixties. My favourite movie of all time stars Audrey Hepburn demonstrating one of my favourite styles, a trench and LBD. Once watched I feel like reinventing myself every time. 

I get into these grungey periods with rough hair, jeans and a t-shirt and that’s my limbo between style and laziness but I’m getting right back on it now and the fashion is moving from constant sales of out of season stock to SS17.

Bring me spring!

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[images: Vogue.co.uk – Selfridges.com]