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. 

Things from July

July seems to have both flown by and lasted forever in equal measures. Don't ask me how that works, I have no idea, it just feels that way.


We started off the month with a work trip to Manchester for the HEIST Awards (higher education marketing something something awards, I really don't know what it stands for...). Not only did we come away from the evening with three awards and a 'highly commended', it also meant I got to put on a pretty dress and get my make-up done. I'm not saying one was more fun than the other, but let's just say I spent way too much money at Charlotte Tilbury. It also marked my first proper trip 'up north'. Yes I know I am horrendously southern and I can only apologise for that.


Fast forward a week and I was spending my Wednesday evening probably the closest I'm ever going to get to Alex Turner. In other words, I went to see The Last Shadow Puppets and I would 100% recommend, if only for Alex's shiny gold shirt.


I also headed off to Santorini with my mum for a few much needed days of hiding in the shade and playing Scrabble. Santorini is beautiful. Santorini airport is the worst airpot experience I've ever had. 

In other July news:

  • I attended the lovely wedding of my friend & colleague Steph and her now husband Ben πŸ’•
  • I took my first ever trip to Brownsea Island β€” despite having lived in Dorset for 17 years β€” thanks to Charlotte. She packed a picnic and also took the photo above. I contributed my fantastic company. 
  • We finished Issue 2 of OPOA Magazine. It's full of cool stories, photos and advice and, not that I'm biased or anything, you should definitely take a look.

The Nostalgia Series β€” Growing up



  1. a sentimental longing or wistful affection for a period in the past.

I'll be the first to admit that, despite my better judgement, I spend far too much of my time living in the past. It's not because I'm not enjoying the present β€” in fact I'm probably the most content I've been in a long time β€” it's just that I seem to be very susceptible to large bouts of nostalgia.  

Photos such as the above, the first few bars of a certain song, or a waft of a particular smell, can have me in happy tears within seconds. So, because there's nothing I love more than a bit of self indulgent reminiscing, I'm dedicating a whole series (or just the one, because I'm great at being noncommittal) of posts to the topic of nostalgia.

Whenever I talk about my childhood, I'm sure I must verge on being that super smug girl who won't shut up about how great it was, and I'm only kind of sorry for that. I'm no Peter Pan but if someone offered me the option to go back and re-live the ages of 3 – 10 again on repeat, well, I wouldn't turn them down.

A few months back, my Dad decided it was time to clear out the loft. I can never bring myself to get rid of things, just in case. Just in case I might need it for fancy dress one day, or might want to re-read it one day, or lend it to someone, or need it for reference. The list goes on. But, for once, my excessive hoarding paid off.

Alongside the boxes of long lost photos and birthday cards, Christmas decorations and toy shop's worth of Sylvanian Families, came far too many nostalgic memories to deal with in one go. I found myself faced with school reports from 1999, exercise books which totally reaffirmed the fact that Science is not my strong point, and so many photos.  

I've lost count of the amount of times I've been told that, the older you get, the quicker time seems to pass. But it's true. Suddenly I'm 23 years old, but I'm pretty sure last time I checked it was my 16th birthday.

I don't write letters back and forth to the fairies anymore. I don't spend my weekend's hanging out with my invisible friends. I don't get excited at the prospect of shopping for new school shoes, or whether they'll be selling 20p doughnuts in the playground, or spending my Friday night trying my absolute best to stay up past 12am for a midnight feast. But I did do all of those things once upon a time, and I'm so happy that I have such great memories to feel nostalgic about.