In a world where we’re constantly striving towards perfection, sometimes it’s nice to shrug off the chains of society and indulge in what we’ve all come to think of as “guilty pleasures”. You know, the things you love doing but wouldn’t usually admit to unless you’ve had two glasses of prosecco!
I have been known, on occasion, to be a stubborn little sausage. That being said, I’m also willing to admit when I’m wrong. And you’re possibly wondering where the hell am I going with this…
Well for years I’ve had a love/hate relationship with Topshop; on the one hand, it’s always full of (in my mind) stick-thin giggly kids wearing cropped tops, they sell alternative band tees to people who don’t have the slightest idea who the bands are, and gold scars because there are “flaws worth fighting for”. W the actual F?
On the other hand, I often walk past with a sense that I wish I was cool enough to shop there and look good in the clothes! But once you hit your 30s, places like Topshop kinda seem off-limits. Amiright?
Where the hell did September go? I’m sure a couple of weeks ago it was still light out about 8:30, now it’s pitch black. Autumn is definitely here now.
Living in Brighton, I don’t generally tend to drive anywhere any more, it’s a lot more convenient to use public transport because the parking is bloody extortionate. In fact, a lot of friends didn’t even know that I could drive until I wrote my post about being an adult which, if you haven’t read, you can catch up with here.
Wafflemeister is Brighton’s newest (and family-run franchise) delight; selling sweet and savoury waffles and crepes along with a healthy dose of gelato. Situated at the top of West Street, it’s perfect for tourists heading down to the beach or locals wanting to refresh after a hard morning’s shopping.
I went down to the opening to check it out with some other bloggers and press and damn they put on a good spread!
Well that was a rollercoaster of excitement, food, alcohol, excitement, more food, friends, laughter and goodies!
On Thursday 25th August, I travelled from Brighton to Manchester with Jess (from Jess and Josh Cook) for the first official Girl Gang event, organised by Jemma (Dorkface).
Unless it’s escaped your notice, it was my birthday 16 days ago. I turned 32. Yeah, no kidding. According to the consensus, I look like I’m in my late twenties and act like I’m in my early twenties. Except I’m usually in bed at 10:30pm nowadays, not getting ready to go out clubbing. But I still have the fear that one day it’s going to catch up to me and it’ll all go downhill. Fast.
I love Lyndsay (Fizzy Peaches). She invites me to food places. That’s my kind of friend. When she invited me to a blog event to try out the new Mod Pizza at Brighton Marina and I couldn’t say yes fast enough.
I headed down last Monday and met up with Aine (Honestly Aine), Carrie (One Pleasant Day) and Lauren (Belle du Brighton). Once inside, we met Ange and Ryan as well for an evening of fun and food.
I can definitely believe that August is nearly over. There’s now a chill in the air and the leaves are turning brown and falling from the trees. What I can’t believe is that I managed to do this while it was still August!
When I was younger, I hated the gap in the front of my teeth. And even though it’s apparently quite fashionable, I’d never really embraced it. So for years I smiled with a closed mouth.