Senin, 21 Desember 2015

The Strapless Bra That'll Save Party Season (and every other season...)




We're in the full swing of party season, and with New Years Eve just around the corner, it calls for a serious level of glitz, sparkle, and shimmer. But with all the glamour often comes a mixture of interesting necklines - bandeau, asymmetric, halter necks and cut outs, you name it. Luckily, Wonderbra have recently relaunched their strapless range to help keep everything where it should be whilst you cut some Hotline Bling-worthy shapes a la Drake on the dance floor.

Having a bra size that falls between 30F-32E you can imagine finding styles that actually fit can be a little bit of a challenge - especially strapless, as I often have to size down in the band to eradicate any threats of a slip. Wonderbra's strapless range comes in a huge variety of sizes, so practically everyone has the chance to really pull off that amazing bandeau jumpsuit or Studio 54 style halter dress. Plus, if you're into the glamour of underwear, there will be no sensibility over style sacrifices, as the range includes lust worthy lace editions.


I teamed up with ASOS and Wonderbra try out the new Ultimate Strapless styles, alongside some party pieces, so head over to the site to see the full collection and shoot here!


Minggu, 20 Desember 2015

Why Do I Feel So Depressed At Christmas?







Tis the season to be jolly! Right? Well, not necessarily. Whilst the festive season may look all tinsel-laden, glitter-coated, and lit up with sparkling lights, for some people that�s simply not the case. The Samaritans helpline told BBC�s Newsbeat that they responded to a shocking 200,000 calls for help during the festive season last year � and that�s just the tip of the iceberg: just think of all of the people struggling who felt too afraid, embarrassed, or ashamed to make the call. So the reality? For some, Christmas really is The Most Wonderful Time of the Year (and you'll probably find the topic of this post a bit strange.) But for others, the cheap tinsel simply itches (and nobody likes a rash), the glitter gets in a whole lot of weird places nobody really wants to get glitter, and the glare from the twinkling lights is sometimes too much that not even a pair of jet black supersized Celine sunglasses can shade you from it.

But why do some people feel this way? Whilst I completely confess that I love the rosy, cosy, mulled-wine induced build up to Christmas (this year it�s been party after party, and I finally feel as though I�ve got my social life back) when the 25th December and week following up until January hits, the days seem to merge into one gloomy blur of numbness and nothingness. It's hard to stay motivated to do anything. And it all just feels well... a bit weird. Which in itself is weird because it's Christmas! I should be happy! And smiling and eating and giving presents and eating some more and taking selfies with my family and putting it all over Facebook! Before I actually took the liberty of googling �why the hell do I feel so crap on Christmas day when I should be having fun like everyone else,� I thought that I was the only person who year on year felt this way, but it turns out that a kind of Christmas depression is a thing, and then I saw Martha from Martha Jane Music's post on it and realised more people feel this way than I had imagined. I�m not a Scrooge, even the over-commercialisation of Christmas doesn�t bother me in the slightest, and when we started playing Christmas songs in the office I was the first person singing along and pissing off all of my colleagues. I'm a very happy and positive person all year round and I don't suffer from depression, so I've found it unexplainable why I seem to plummeting into a pit of misery at this specific time when everyone else seems to be having a yuletide love-in. To put it simply: who the fuck stole my Christmas spirit? (Grinch� I�m looking at you)

Expectations vs Reality


You can�t go anywhere from mid-November � okay, the beginning of November � without being bombarded with imagery of the perfect Christmas. Smiling families that all look freakishly, unnaturally good-looking - even the Grandad looks like an ex-James Bond star. The kind of Pinterest-worthy food that would definitely hit up a billion likes on Instagram. The most utterly glamorous outfits worn by the most utterly glamorous people who are out having the most fab-u-lous time ever at some seriously glitzy party. But this only serves to give us an unrealistic expectation of what Christmas will, and should be like. We're not stupid. We know this isn't reality. But at the same time, when year on year it makes up 99% of the representations of Christmas we see in the media, it�s hard to not think to ourselves that our Christmas should reflect the images that we see. So when your old Aunt Sal turns up and tells you you�ve put on weight, or you burn the turkey, or that sparkly Christmas dress makes you look more Kerry Katona than Kim Kardashian, you can�t help but feel disappointed.

Another thing that doesn�t help is nostalgia making things blurry. When you think of Christmas, what do you really think of? It pulls me back to my childhood, when I would stay awake all night trying to hear Santa deliver my presents and eventually after annoying my parents enough, my sister and I would tear open all of our gifts and spend the day playing with exciting new toys. Christmas as a kid was the best. Now it�s just a day where the only places open to go are a few crap pubs filled with equally miserable people, and unfortunately I don�t have 10 new barbies to play with to keep me entertained. Thanks mum and dad, for setting the bar so bloody high that everything pails in comparison! (only joking love you really)... It's easy to fall into the trap of looking back and expecting things to be as good as they were, but the truth is that the excitement goes as soon as you stop being a child (or you wake up and see Santa hasn't eaten the mince pie and really begin to question his actual existence.) 

All of these issues can lead to a hell of a lot of pressure to have the most amazing time, so when our Christmasses just don�t look how we think they should, we�re left disappointed to chow down on that dry turkey under the judgemental gaze of Aunt Sal. Brill. It�s anticlimactic, at best, with an epic build up of fun partying, coming to a less-than impressive finish that doesn't meet our unrealistic standards, or as we fear, anyone else's. 

The Vicious Cycle of Guilt 


What comes on top of the media bombardment of The Best Christmas Ever and everyone's carefully curated clips posted all over social media is the feeling of �Christmas is supposed to be a joyous time so why am I not having fun!?� 

When you're looking at someone�s family selfie with a turkey posted on Facebook and it looks like them and the whole world is having a better time, it's easy to think "Why can't that be me?" or "Why is everyone else so much happier than I am?" The message we get is that Christmas is supposed to be the happiest time of the year - everyone and everything is telling us this - but some of us are spending it feeling terrible, and it makes us feel out of place and illegitimate in our feelings. We feel that without an obvious reason to not enjoy Christmas - like losing a loved one, being clinically depressed, having serious financial issues - we have no right to feel these negative emotions. We appear to have everything that we want and need, so if we were to feel unhappy it would be ungrateful. Then, we feel guilty about it, thus driving us into a bit of a vicious cycle of guilt.

Then of course, battling these cripplingly negative emotions whilst trying to portray a veneer of complete happiness and fictitious joy because it is Christmas doesn't exactly help either.


Excessive Self Reflection 


The holidays can be a truly poignant time as it signals the last week of the year, and that leads to a lot of self reflection on the past year. Cue a mental onslaught of �did I do everything that I wanted? Did I achieve my goals? Did I actually resolve that problem?� which basically reads as, was I good enough? 

It can bring out issues we�ve not dealt with or swept under the carpet. You get a little stuck blaming yourself for your shortcomings, and punishing yourself for not working harder, eating healthier, or simply having more fun and making better memories. This is probably one of my worst triggers for feeling shitty at Christmas as I'm very ambitious, have very high expectations for myself, and a serious perfectionist. So when I look back on the year and focus on what I didn't manage, I find myself feeling pretty angry at myself. 


Spending time with people you don�t really want to see 

I love my family. We�re a small unit of four that spend most of our time together faux-bickering and exchanging a neat dose of sarcasm. What�s not to love? But not everyone has a close, tight-knit family, and are expected to meet up with people out of obligation more than choice, having to fake a level of social intimacy that simply isn�t there. Nothing�s more awkward than having to sit with people and pretend that you like them. It�s like being on a shit tinder date but a billion times worse because you can�t pretend you left the oven on and scarper because well, the oven is already on, cooking up everyone�s dinner. 

So, what can you do to avoid Christmas depression?


  1. Look forward to the new year. If you're anything like me, you'll be motivated at the idea of a fresh, clean slate. So make plans for the new year - and even better - between Christmas and new years to get a head start on everything. 
  2.  Make new plans or traditions. If you hate the Christmas Day lull, make some other plans. A couple of years ago, me and my family began going for an ice cold walk around Bradgate Park near the family home in Leicestershire. It's a great way to get some fresh air and see something beautiful. Another thing I've always wanted to get involved in is volunteering. Helping others way more needy than you will not only benefit people in need but it'll also be a way more productive use of your time rather than pretending you're interested in your Uncles new fishing equipment or getting into an argument with your Nan about the Syrian conflict.
  3.  Stop seeing Christmas as a time for self-reflection. Stop judging yourself on how you have acted and what you have achieved this year. Analysing how well you�ve done is best done out of the glare of the twinkling lights. Instead, make a list of the great things you have achieved.  
  4. Stop comparing. Put the phone down, get off social media and ignore the TV adverts! Who cares if that girl Bethany you don't like got a kitten for Christmas? And remember, the people in the John Lewis advert are actors. Oh, and your friend with that really big family and the Dilf of a dad used a super flattering filter on that family photo they just posted on Instagram. Remember, it�s not real. It�s a little glimpse that scratches the surface of reality. So don�t compare.
  5. Enjoy the time to press pause. If holidays didn�t exist life would continue to go at hyperspeed. There would be no time to press pause, we�d just be working constantly. So enjoy a little break. And if you�re itching to get back to work then use that as something to be excited over. 
  6. Accept your feelings. If you feel shit then just know that it's okay. Don't feel guilty for it. Do positive things that would usually help make you feel better, like exercising, or eating! Whatever makes you feel better. 

Remember that Christmas is merely a season; it is not a personal judgement on how you have spent the past year or your achievements in life. You're not alone, you shouldn't feel guilty about feeling this way or a pressure to be happy simply because it's Christmas. It's just any other time of the year, so take a step back and take a breather, and look at it for what it really is: just another day.

And if all else fails... try this solid piece of advice.

Photos by Carl Thompson


Kamis, 17 Desember 2015

Je Ne Regrette Rien (aka #NoRegrets)


















Je Ne Regrette Rien, AKA, no regrets. Well, to be utterly precise, it actually translates as No, I regret nothing, referencing the popular song that I'm pretty sure has been used on an advert for cheese. Either way, Orwell + Austen's cashmere jumper certainly isn't your standard slogan top. Upping the ante of a popular saying by emblazoning it in French simply transforms the normal into something more chic. It's just the French effect. I once managed to seduce a man (sort of) by uttering the one phrase I can say in that language -"There is a monkey in the sink" - because he thought it sounded oh-so ridiculously sexy, but that's a story for another time... Anyway, back to the sweater: with its sophisticated take on a bolshy phrase, there was one lingering question: should we really have no regrets?

Not a day goes by when I don't regret something. I regret not going bed an hour earlier when my alarm sounds off at 6am. I regret the fact that I chose to wear sexy pants just to try and "feel good" about myself when now all I really feel is uncomfortable and yearning for my Calvin Klein's. I regret my lipstick choice because I accidentally smudged red on my chin when I ate my lunch and nobody told me so I looked like an idiot. I regret not becoming a doctor and choosing to work in fashion because I'm poor and can't afford all of the nice things I write about for a living.

But do I really regret any of these things? Maybe for a second, but not really at all.

Regrets come from making mistakes. But I'm a firm believer that making mistakes are the best way to learn and develop. You may think you regret something, but is it the wrong choice if it still brings you to the right place? If it brings the right opportunities? Teaches you the right lessons? Turns you into a better person?

Or is living with a No Regrets motto just an excuse to do what we want without feeling any form of guilt?

I'd like to think there's something a little more to #NoRegrets than just being a plain dick and getting away with it. Some of the biggest mistakes I've ever made have helped shaped me into a better person, and have stopped me making other bad choices. And then again, regret is regarded as self-indulgent and irrational�a �useless� feeling.  Don't live your life within the boundaries, take a few risks, push your luck, escape the safe zone. I'm not saying make bad decisions, I'm saying live life to its fullest. And if it all fucks up? Don't regret it. Just learn from it.

Maybe it's not even about having no regrets, but looking at things differently.




Minggu, 13 Desember 2015

Party Perfect Christmas Dresses

Nothing quite instils fear into me the way that parties do. Not because I hate socialising and drinking (because those are two things that certainly top my list of hobbies, although I'm in no rush to add them to my CV), but more, the panic of what the hell am I going to wear? Cue, an influx of outgoing texts to my friends:


What are you wearing tonight? 
What's everyone else wearing? 
Shall I wear heels? 
Are YOU wearing heels? 
Is it an ankle boot occasion or not? 
Jeans and a blouse or a skirt? 
Smart casj or dressy-casj? 

To which my friends usually reply "not sure"

It almost makes me wish that we still lived in an era of Downton Abbey-esque pomp, where each event - be it a dinner party, night at the theatre, or cocktails at some new place - all had individual (and strict) dress codes, so that it was clearly dictated what one should wear. No chances of being underdressed, no chances of being overdressed. 

But there is never a better excuse to really get glammed up like Christmas. With the festive season in full swing, I've been looking at any excuse to put on something slinky, chic, and stylish. Although, the last thing you want is someone showing up wearing exactly the same as you. That bitchy glare you can't help but give when some girl in another department from your office turns up to the work party wearing the same dress? Yeah, that glare really isn't the best accessory. Forever Unique has all bases covered, with everything from pussy-bow jumpsuits in midnight black to thigh-grazing mini dresses, and floor-sweeping gowns worthy of a red carpet entrance. For more pared-back evenings out, there's sleek blouses that are perfect for desk-to-dusk dressing. 

This week starts the #BeForeverUnique campaign, so if you are after something special to wear you can get your perfectly polished nails on something with up to 30% off. And what's better: there's so much choice, chances are that girl from the HR department won't ever show up wearing the same as you (and of course, you'll look way better.)

Treat yourself to something glitzy, because if anything, it's Christmas. 


This post was sponsored by Forever Unique. 

After the After Party














6:45am, London - Sometimes you don't realise how much your life has changed until something pulls you back to your past and reminds you. 

So I'm standing waiting for the Victoria line, totally makeupless, swathed in a sweatshirt and scarf combo, topped off with a coat, a pair of running leggings and nikes bringing my outfit to a sporty rather than stylish conclusion. Just as I'm on my way to the gym before work, a group WhatsApp from my Cardiff Uni friends buzzes away in my pocket. No it's not a screenshot of my mates conversation with her bore of an ex bf asking for advice on how to reply to the dick pic he sent at 1am (unfortunately, because, lol). It's a link to an article on Cardiff Uni tabloid, The Tab, entitled "If you haven't been to an afterparty on Miskin Street, you're doing Cardiff wrong". During my third year in Cardiff, Miskin Street was my home. The 9 girls I lived with were like adopted sisters that I actually liked (well, loved). Afterparties were so standard each night it was a surprise waking up and not finding strangers sleeping in my kitchen/lounge/bathroom/bedroom. And at 6:45am we'd usually still be up partying, pissing off the neighbours (not because of the noise, simply because they were jealous we had better parties than they did) knowing full well that we had a 9am lecture we were maybe/maybe not/probably not going to make it to (I still don't know if it is acceptable to go to your lectures drunk?) 

Three years on and 6am couldn't be more different. If it's not spent wrapped up and bare-faced commuting to the gym in the ever eternal quest for the #perfectbody then it's spent freezing my arse off prancing around the street whilst my poor Instagram Husband takes my photos. These snaps were shot at sunrise just after 7am a few weeks back. The sky: a fresh pastel harmony of sunrise pink and ice blue, with the sun burning off the frost into a hazy smoke on the river. The streets and roads were empty, and as I waltzed about in my heels and chav-meets-lavish granny fur bomber, it brought back that feeling of walking home at 6:45am from an afterparty. It's weird, that feeling that you get during the post-party stroll home. Everywhere is so empty and quiet, it feels like you just have the world to yourself. With it, a calm sense of serenity and the unexplainable accomplished feeling of knowing you've had a really sick night out with your best friends (a feeling that is only heightened more so if you don't have a lecture later that day.) It's like you've done something naughty and totally got away with it. Defying your parents and the rules of normality that dictate you should probably go bed around 10pm and get up at 7am. 

There's a strange kind of bittersweet feeling that comes with nostalgia. But it's always best to enjoy it when you can before being sucked back into the rat race one again. BRB, just mourning the death of my social life whilst I put on my pyjamas and get ready for bed. It is Monday tomorrow, after all... 







I'm wearing
ASOS White Faux Fur Bomber | Topshop Jamie Jeans | Topshop Shoes (similar here, here and here) | Zara Bag | Gushlow and Cole Bag Charm 



Selasa, 08 Desember 2015

Festive Fashion (it's not all about sparkle...)







December. I only need to take one step inside a high-street store before I can feel my skin breaking out into a rash at the mere sight of all of the itchy plastic sequins, sparkle, feather trims, and metallic taffeta (of course, that�s after being blinded by the retina-searing shimmer.) Festive fashion. It isn�t all about sparkle, don�t you know? Whilst my inner magpie can�t deny I form a small allegiance to glittered ensembles around this time of the year (did you see the photo of my work Christmas party dress?) it�s the subtler styling around this season that make me feel festive. Take this Topshop forest (Christmas tree) green faux fur gilet, and a cranberry red lip combo. Its laced with a few festive hue hints. A snug roll neck, a little bit of tartan, a fairisle jumper - it's the small 

Topshop Jumper (out of stock, similar here) | Topshop Sleeveless Jacket | Topshop Bag | Topshop Shoes (similar here & here)




Kamis, 03 Desember 2015

Winter Style Fix: The Oversized Scarf












Winter, I have already discussed in great length my distaste for you. Despite a complete and utter adoration for winter style - the oversized coats, the ankle boots, and the chunky knits - nothing kills your fashion vibe quicker than a sudden downpour of rain and a blast of wind to the face. Plus, it totally ruins your makeup too. Luckily though, over the past few seasons, a more-is-more aesthetic has become in vogue when it comes to layering. Coats that were once deemed too hobo are now not simply hobo enough. As for scarves? The longer, the chunkier, the better. If it doesn't rival that gargantuan monster that Lenny Kravitz rocked a few years back, then quite simply, you're not trying hard enough. It's got to be so heavily knitted that it looks like it's on steroids, streaming with a frenzy of fringing like it has a mind of its own, and woven with a rustic patched-up aesthetic as though your gran might have knitted it after a few too many Christmas brandies.

Remember to try tick these boxes 
Does it have fringing?
Is it heavily woven enough? 
Does it weigh at least 7lbs?
Does it strangle you slightly?
Does it rival your duvet in terms of comfort? 
Would Lenny Kravitz wear it? 

If you answered yes to at least three of them, hit the buy button with immediate effect.

Who said winter fashion needs to be practical?


Coat H&M | Zara Jumper (similar here) | Topshop Scarf | Topshop Jeans (similar here) | Topshop Boots



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I might be smiling, but I'm really trying to stop it from cutting off my circulation like an angry Boa Constrictor