9th November 2016

On 23rd June 2016, after having already submitted my postal vote weeks before, I spent my evening making jokes about dogs at polling stations. Because yes, I was worried, but I went to bed with at least some confidence in the fact that the UK would most likely do the right thing. 

On 24th June I woke up, checked the news and promptly burst into tears. I was upset about the results, but I was also angry that hatred seemed to have won.

Last night, 8th November 2016, I made no jokes about dogs at polling stations (quite possibly because that's not a thing in the US) and instead had a very, very disturbed night's sleep.

On 9th November 2016, I woke up terrified to check the news. And then I did.

When I'd browsed the posts on #ElectionNight the previous evening, I'd been shocked to see young women the same age as me, proudly declaring their support for Trump. 

And I didn't understand. 

Because surely the overwhelming majority of so called millennial didn't want this? We're progressive and accepting and inclusive, right? Except I was wrong.

The thing is, when you surround yourself with those who share your values, it's easy to forget that not everyone does. Megan actually said this very well in under 140 characters today.

I'm sure I've read a version of what I'm about to say, put much more eloquently that I could, somewhere on the internet. But I can't find it, so here goes. Hatred and ignorance doesn't just come in the form of a 70-year-old business man turned wannabe politician turned President of the United States. It comes in the people that voted for this. The young women who, at a glance, I thought were just like me. The friends of friends who you see making racist jokes on Facebook. The distant relative who you can never quite bring yourself to start an argument with.

Six months ago, I'd seen more people post in favour of Remain than Leave. Six days ago, I'd seen more people for Clinton than for Trump. But here we are.

Racism and sexism and and bigotry is still a problem and, if we don't acknowledge this, how do we make it go away?

Things from October

Apparently it's November now. I didn't end up writing a Things from September, so the jump from August to now seems extra large and scary and 'where-has-the-time-gone'?

I spent the majority of October trying to prolong my #NoTightsClub membership, but I did also do some other things.

At the beginning of the month I spent an, albeit slightly rainy, day in Brighton. We ate a lot, and I met a nice cat. So all in all it was pretty good.

Charlotte, of Fox Socks fame, has recently created Blog Socks, a space to find new blogs to read. It's filled with interview with some of my old favourite (and new favourite) bloggers, and she was lovely enough to include me as well. You can read my interview here, and take a look at the entirety of Blog Socks here

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October was also the month that I fully embraced Instagram Stories. At first I was sceptical, but then? Then I realised that it was the perfect platform for showcasing my badly photographed #OOTDs. You see, I really really like clothes, but always struggle with style blogging. I'm so far out of the leagues of professional photography and perfectly staged shots, but I do love a good mirror photo. And so, Instagram Stories came into play. I can now share my outfits, without clogging up my somewhat nicely curated feed with dodgy photography. If you're interested in seeing what I wear everyday – and come on, who isn't?! – you can follow me @fernlzbth.

In other October news:

  • I went to Canvas Conference and visited Birmingham for the first time. 
  • I had afternoon tea on a bus. It was moving. Yes, I did spill my tea.
  • I saw Bastille, which reminded me how good they are live and how much I wouldn't mind marrying Bastille Dan...


Every so often I find myself scrolling back through the notes saved on my phone and thinking to myself, 'What on earth was I on about???'

For some reason, I thought it would be a nice idea to share some of them on the internet, so that everyone else can think the same thing. Enjoy.

26th June 2016 'Vote Leave' signs are basically the new Christmas lights up in January. You can take them down now, ok. 

26th April 2016 The Puppy's New Adventures

25th April 2016 I don't remember waking up for primary school apart from that Legoland trip

10th March 2016 This is a list featuring my favourite Taylor Swift songs, listed by album. I won't put the entire thing here, but also feel free to ask and I'll gladly tell you.

23rd January 2016 Onions. The man the myth the legend. 

25th December 2015 Prejudice. Im pretty sure I was checking the spelling of 'Prejudice' for a Christmas Day Scrabble game.

5th September 2015 Bread, Bagels, Cat food, Rich tea biscuits

4th February 2015 Two (I'm assuming) discount codes and a link to Glamour's Hottest men of 2014. Why not?

There are far more where these came from. Maybe I'll save them for another time.

The Strawberry Dress

Sometimes things don't fit anymore.

Obviously not The Strawberry Dress, but sometimes you're stuck and have to use an image from 2014...

Obviously not The Strawberry Dress, but sometimes you're stuck and have to use an image from 2014...

When I was younger, we're talking years ago now, I had a strawberry dress. Or rather, I had The Strawberry Dress. I loved this dress so much. Given the chance, I would have worn it all day, everyday, everywhere, regardless of whether it was occasion or weather appropriate. Through the eyes of a six-year-old, it was perfect. 

But gradually it started to become a little bit tighter, and a little bit shorter. Not uncomfortable, but still noticeable. So we let the hem down, and I'd tug at the sleeves, willing it to fit for a little bit longer, because I definitely didn't want to stop wearing it. And that worked for a while, but children grow, and soon there was no more hem to let down.

So I took the dress off, but I didn't get rid of it. Instead I kept it folded neatly in my wardrobe, refusing to part with it. It evaded numerous trips to the charity shop because, you know, sentiment. Every so often I'd take it out and imagine just how happy I'd be if I could only wear it one more time. The thing is I knew that, if I tried to squeeze into it, it would probably tear and then be ruined forever.

I don't have the dress anymore. Somewhere down the line I must have let it go. You see, there's only so long you can pull at the sleeves and try and hold onto something that you just can't make fit. It was perfect, for a while, but I'm too old for strawberry dresses now.

Sometimes things don't anymore, and you have to let them go.

Basically, I like clothes and I like really longwinded metaphors, so I combined the two. I started writing something along the lines of this a couple of years back (which I think speaks for itself really) but I could never really give it an ending. Now I can. So here it is. 

Things from August


Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

I'm ashamed to say that it actually took me a good week or so after release to get round to reading Cursed Child. I'll keep this entirely spoiler free and just say that I enjoyed it, it was definitely a little plot-holey, and I found reading a play a lot harder than reading a book.

When it came to tickets for the play, after 5 hours online queuing and almost missing it by 53 seconds (this is what happens when you're not paying attention), I managed to get some! Now I just have to wait almost a whole year until August 2017! 

House of MinaLima

Theres an unintentional Harry Potter theme going on this month. I ended up in London at the beginning of the month, thanks to cheap train tickets, so thought I may as well pay a visit to House of MinaLima. I hadn't actually heard of it until I read about it over on Michelle's blog a few months back, but instantly knew I had to go, considering my favourite part of the studio tour was the letters and artwork. 

Whilst there's a whole host of Harry Potter related fun on the 2nd and 3rd floors, the 1st floor is home to their super colourful collective noun prints, my personal favourite being "a dissimulation of tits".


I feel as though I've been away a lot this summer, which was only cemented by my trip to Amsterdam with my two favourite people.

The weather was beautiful, the city was fantastic and Amsterdam has made it up there into my top favourite cities (surpassed only by Barcelona and London). We stayed in an apartment in the Museum District, which was the perfect size for three people and I would 100% recommend. 

I definitely need to take a trip back as, whilst three days was the perfect break, there's so much that we didn't get to see and do. Probably because we spent a large proportion of our time in the supermarket/eating food. 

In other August news:

  • Bake Off is back! We discovered that Fantasy Bake Off is now a thing, so if that's your cup of tea (slice of cake? loaf of bread?) no need to thank me. 
  • I finally got my cat to spend quality time with me for the first time all summer. We watched Made in Chelsea together, FYI.