Friday, 28 August 2015


I am thrilled to announce that I am now a proud owner of a car!!! Here is a bit of background info...I passed my driving test three months after turning 17. (I'm now 23) I had about 3 lessons a week because my Mum was hell-bent on me having a full license as soon as possible. (I did fail twice before I passed though, oops.) In the one measly year that I was actually on the roads I managed to write off two cars, one was my fault, one wasn't. It didn't really matter to me anyway because I was off to uni where I wouldn't be needing my own transport anyway.

But now I am back home where it all began! My new job however, is in Lancaster, which is only about 20 minutes away on the train. My ANGEL of a Mother drops me off at the station each morning at the eye-watering time of 7.40am, and then I get the train to Lancaster and walk about 10-15 minutes to the office. I make the same journey home, except from this time my Mum can't pick me up, so I have to get the peasant wagon (bus, if you hadn't got that) to near my house and then walk another 10 minutes home.

I know there are gonna be people rolling their eyeballs into another dimension at this, and I know it doesn't sound TOO bad, but believe me, after just one week I was ready to quit and beg my Dad's friend who owns the Newsagents up the road to give me a paper-round instead. I mean, yeah the train is only 20 minutes but who wants to trek 15 minutes UP HILL at the crack of dawn and arrive at work looking like I've just finished circuit training?!?!?! AND THE BUS HOME oh my God don't get me started. I feel like my IQ drops every time I step foot on board.

So I started pestering my parents for a car. I have wanted a cream Mini since forever, but both my parents point blank refused and said there was no way I was getting a Mini until I was confident driving again. They agreed to get me a 'practice car' for six months first. I was absolutely horrified when they took me to see a little black Clio, but I was tired and hungover and somehow agreed to have it. 

Now I get what my Mum was talking about when she said I needed a practice car!!!! She took me down to Macro car park for a little drive around to refresh my memory and Jeeeesus Christ I felt like I had dementia. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHICH PEDAL WAS THE BRAKE FFS :| And don't get me started on all the little knobs and levers around the steering wheel, I felt like I was playing Bop It! After spending half an hour working out which button turned the windscreen wipers on, I finally started moving. 

Accurate reconstruction of the drive home

Long story short...I was in the drivers seat for about 20 minutes till my Mum had to take over. Since then I have been going out and having little practise runs around Preston, supervised of course. I am ashamed to admit that I am now fully embracing the course of 're-fresher session' driving lessons my Mum has booked me in for. *Hand over eyes*

Who would have thought it would be so difficult to pick up again after having a few years out?!?!!?!? 

Please tell me somebody else has had this problem. Oh, and stay off the roads. For now.

Wednesday, 26 August 2015


Casual smart. Such a loose phrase that could be used to describe a whole plethora of looks. I absolutely hate not knowing the exact dress code, like even before a night out I send a group text round asking to know exactly what everyone is wearing (photographs are an added bonus) Fail to prepare, prepare to fail I say.

I mean, who wants to turn up to their first day at work in a three piece suit when the guy on the desk next to you is wearing his PJ top and some old George at Asda jeans that should not be seen by the light of day, never mind in your place of work. This ACTUALLY happened at my work a few years back. Maybe I over-exaggerated the extravagance of the suit, and of course nobody is REALLY going to turn up to work in their PJ top, but the point I am trying to get across is, when you have never stepped foot there before, how are you supposed to know what the F to dress yourself in?!

This is my idea of casual smart. Of course, you're in your place of work so there has to be some form of professionalism. I can't be rocking up to any more interviews in my daisy dukes again (A la Sorority Girls!) I am wearing a structured T-Shirt shift dress that I picked up in the Mango sale, with my beloved marabou feather cardigan from Topshop, and my Louis V, which I am sure you are all sick to death of seeing by now (LOL, soz) but I am afraid it is still surgically attached to my arm. To add a bit of colour and fun to my outfit, and to reassure my colleagues that I am not a member of the Addams family, I threw on my beaut suede red booties. They were an absolute steal from the limited edition range last year at.......M&S!

I got my mum to quickly take this photo before work this morning, so it isn't the best, but it is an actual outfit post for once!!!!! I promise to post loads more because I feel all my beautiful Topshop clothes are wasted by just swinging on my clothes rail in my bedroom and not getting any airtime. However at the moment I feel like a beached whale so give me a week or so to fit back into them first. Regina George.....I feel ya sista.

Tuesday, 18 August 2015


Me every day when I worked in retail

A few weeks ago I mentioned that I had finally broken out of the living HELL that is retail, and got myself a proper grown up job! (Not that I absolutely dreaded every day of retail life, because I met some of my best friends there) I'm not gonna lie, it took me just over a year of filling out dozens of application forms, endless interviews, countless mental breakdowns over the thought of never actually getting a  job in my field and a LOT of tears. I mean, who wants to spend four years at university working hard towards a degree that is useless? There were times when it felt absolutely pointless, that uni was just a waste of time and money, when I saw friends who went straight into a job after college earning more than me. Every time I got knocked back it was always the same, "Great interview, but we have decided to go with somebody with a little bit more experience." But how the F am I supposed to get experience when nobody will employ me?! Surely a degree counts as experience?!

Nevertheless, I was determined to get a job in digital media. Whether it be PR, social media,  blogging, I just knew this was an industry I would thrive in. I never gave up, and I accepted my role as a Social Media Executive at the end of July this year.

I have worked here for almost a month now, and I am still absolutely loving every day! (Touch wood!) My team are great, the work doesn't feel like work and the pay is a LOT better! 

Did I mention our office has a beer fridge AND a popcorn machine?! The only downside is getting up at 6.30 every day and getting home at 6.30 every day. L O N G. But I am slowly getting used to it and actually managing to have a social life again instead of already being tucked up in bed at 7pm every night!

I can finally experience the infamous 'Friday Feeling' and make weekend plans!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anybody currently working in retail will understand what a liberty this is!)

The point of this post isn't PURELY to blow my own trumpet (well, kinda), it is a kind of preachy post for all the grads still searching for their dream job, don't give up!

Has anybody else struggled with getting themselves on the career ladder after uni?

Friday, 14 August 2015


WHAT IS THAT FREEZE FRAME!!!?!?!? I look like I'm about to beat up your mum or something! I didn't know I was capable of such foul facial expressions. Ew.

This week I am reviewing Crest teeth whitening strips. I have heard loads about them, but unfortunately they aren't available to buy in the UK. Fortunately though, they are really easy to get hold of! I got mine from Amazon, but you could always try eBay too. 

Having had my teeth laser whitening before (costing me 10x the price of these strips!) I was thrilled to see the same results! Of course, when I had them professionally done they stayed white for a lot longer, but I suppose you could just re-purchase some more strips when they need a little top up.

BEWARE though, I mentioned this briefly in the video but I feel like I should emphasise the point of NOT leaving them on for longer that than 30 minutes. I made the mistake of leaving them on for an hour once and the next day I was in sooooo much pain! I felt like all my teeth were falling out of my head. I couldn't even breathe air through my mouth because they were so sensitive, and touching anything with some form of texture made me gip. So yeah, don't do that.

P.S I was supposed to post this video a month ago but got a little delayed (SHOCK). I am no longer blonde :( BUT on the plus side my room looks nothing like that bomb site any more!

Let me know what you think on the comments!

Wednesday, 12 August 2015


Who doesn't love blogger mail! Part of the reason I order so much stuff online is because I love getting things in the post, so when it's a surprise parcel then it's ten times more exciting to open!

I was contacted by the lovely Chanelle to try out Astral cream. After doing a bit of research I discovered that it was created way back in 1953 and was probably a vanity dressing table staple for our mums and grandmas. Normally I would be a little reluctant to pick this up if I saw it on the shelf, but if it has been around all these years and is still going strong, there must be something about it! And who am I to turn down the promise of silken, hydrated, nourished skin!

The original Astral cream is a thick, velvety, whipped formula. It takes a while to absorb into the skin but it is most definitely worth the wait! My skin felt so soft and nourished. Perfect when I have just got back from absolutely frying my poor skin to smithereens on the beach every day for two weeks. I noticed a difference after just a couple of days, especially on my legs and chest. They no longer looked scaly and dry (lovely imagery there), so I think my chances of my tan peeling off are slim to none! Thank you Astral!

The original Astral cream can be used on the face and the body, but I have always been really conscious about what creams I use on my face. I never really get spots, but when I apply moisturiser to my face at night I feel like I have a greasy layer sitting on my skin, and I get worried that I am going to wake up with severe acne. Enter, Astra Soft! A lighter version of the original cream, with added aloe vera and vitamin E for intense nourishment and moisture. It absorbs a lot quicker than the original cream, and feels a lot lighter on my face (no severe acne you will be pleased to know). 

I suffer from combination skin, but I have been scouring through loads of reviews online and the overall impression I got is that it works wonders for all skin types, including allergy prone skin. A very rare quality to come across in the skincare world! 

Finally the best part..Astral is an absolute STEAL! The pricing ranges from just £1.29-£7.99! The reviews told me that a big tub of Astral lasts for months, but the way I've been smothering it over my sunburn I may have to repurchase a lot sooner. A beauty staple for all ages!