23/ 07/ 2016
I’m an outright “pizza snob” and so is my husband. We have the most amazing pizza takeaway near us that whenever we go out we don’t even read the pizza section. That is until we were invited to Ecco Pizzeria, Leeds. We were so ready to try out their lip smackinginly, latest menu at their newest branch in Roundhay. It’s not that we don’t like pizza (hell, who doesn’t like pizza?) it’s just we have always found ourselves a little disappointed when we have chosen a pizza dish on many of our date nights. However, it was all about to change from hereon in. Praise the lord for Ecco!
21/ 07/ 2016
Firstly, I gotta give you a lil #LOL before you read any further. That precariously placed red splodge you see on my jumpsuit leg, this numpty went and spilt bright red nail polish on myself when it got it’s first outing and I can’t get rid of it. Any removal suggestions will be gladly welcomed as I just love it so much. Okay, okay back to the moral of the story. Lemme break it down for you hunnies. YOU DON’T NEED UNI TO GET YO’ DREAM CAREER. SHOCK. (Have I been watching too much Ru Paul?) I didn’t go to Uni and have had two very successful (or at least I like to think?! Yikes do I wanna blow my trumpet anymore?!) careers in my 10 years of working life. I didn’t go to Uni & I’m not a failure!
20/ 07/ 2016
DATE NIGHT. Date night’s are so important I feel. Head out for dinner, to a movie, heck even mini 3D golf (it exists guys!) Whatever floats your boat, sometimes it’s just nice to get out of the house, put the phones down and re-connect again. I as much as anyone is guilty of having my phone glued to my hand. My husband has a rather unhealthy addiction to Clash of Clans. If you’ve not heard of it, don’t introduce your other half to it, imagine Pokémon Go, except this fascination has been going on for over two years. Yep. I digress, for me I truly get cabin fever and love to get out the house. When I spend so much time heaped behind a computer at work and then behind my laptop at home working on the blog it is so important for me to get out and about, otherwise I’d go stir crazy.
19/ 07/ 2016
I love fashion. I love travel. So why not put the two loves of my life (sorry hubby) in one post. Some of you who follow my blog or on social media will know that I just went on an amazing trip to Nice, in part I was working with University Rooms but I got to enjoy the time I was there as though it was a holiday with Mr C and to say it was blissful would be an understatement. With a holiday to somewhere as chic as the South of France, required a little bit of holiday wardrobe prep before we stepped off the plane in sunnier climes. #SozBankBalance. Without breaking the bank too much, I managed to pick up some amazing buys in the summer sales and I just had to show you my Nice outfit diary!
17/ 07/ 2016
I like to think that I exude “happiness” – mainly when I’m around other people. I get cheap thrills out of hearing people laugh and enjoying themselves. Call it crazy, but I don’t mind being a joker and cracking the gags to make people smile. I think it’s just in my nature. To me, what is the point of being glum? I get it, not everyday can be a bed of roses and we can’t always wake up with our best face on, but isn’t it so much lovelier when world is full of laughter. Especially, when there is so much sadness in the world. FatFace’s latest range includes bold, tribal prints mixed with earthy tones and really set you up for a casual summer wardrobe and it’s all about being #WashedInHappiness – what a lovely campaign?!
15/ 07/ 2016
Heading to bed last night my mind was spinning round in circles after hearing the news of the devastating attack on the people of Nice, my heart breaks. Only 4 or 5 days ago I was enjoying the warm heat coupled with the sea breeze on the South of France. Walking up and down the Promenade de Anglais was something that happened numerous times a day. Smiling faces of the locals and those travellers, passers by who were enjoying their holidays. You don’t always catch their faces or learn their stories, they could be the ones who have passed away or lost loved ones last night. An atrocious act happened yesterday evening, ironically on Bastille Day, the day where France celebrated their freedom, and stole 84 people’s lives (and sadly still counting.) My thoughts, love and prayers are currently been sent in droves to France right now and I hope my readers will join me in that. I was due to post a number of posts about my time in Nice, which I am going to postpone over the next couple of days as it just does not feel right. However, I do not want people to forget what a beautiful place Nice is and I will champion the ever so chic town all I can in the coming weeks. Hug your loved ones, kiss each other goodnight and remember to tell those you care about that you love them. It’s a cruel, cruel world, what they think will divide us, will only make us stronger. #ViveLaFrance.
14/ 07/ 2016
13/ 07/ 2016
I’m curvy. I have “mothering hips”, a rather large rump and 32FF boobs. I fit in to a size 12 and then sometimes things still don’t fit (I’m looking at you Topshop/H&M!) When I was a teen, I hit puberty pretty early. In fact, I got my period aged 12 on my third day at High School. True fact. Any male readers, you probably wanna leave now. It was the day I supposedly “became a woman” (LOLZ. Lie. It was the day that it was the start of horrific period pains and illness) but I was only a child and I’d often find myself thinking “why me?” and “why had it happened to me so soon?” but eventually I just had to deal with it. My boobs began to grow but nothing else really did so I was still pretty slim. Bonus. However, since the age of about 18, adult life took over and food was more about convenience rather than calorie counting. I’ve had to learn how to work with my body and it’s ever changing shape.