I thought as I'd write this the sun would be shining and my grass would start to turn a little greener. In fact, we've just had a huge hailstone storm and the washing has been dragged in more than once today after the downpours start-a-coming. It is however just over the middle of March, and Spring officially starts the day this goes live. In the hope of warmer weather, here is a few of the transitional staples I'll be wearing over the next month or so, until a thin jacket is enough and the knit wear is packed away.

The roll neck
A thin top, and one to block the wind down the back of your neck. I have these out all year round, as someone who felt the cold in the middle of the Cyprian summer last year. My shades are of course while, beige and brown, with the rare grey for days I'm 100% sure I won't sweat through it (we've all been there). 

The midi skirt
Being petite, I first thought that midi skirts would be more maxi on me. I've come to realise that I love them, and if paired with some see-through tights, will take you through the end of the winter into spring with ease. Oh, and this I Saw It First one is hitting those snake print trends too. 

The mid heel
I love these heels all year round. Not a kitten heel, but a more blocked version. I can walk places, drive in them, and they look far dantier than I first thought. I have many versions in many colours, and these New Look slingbacks have done me very well so far. 

The trend bag
I'll never be able to afford a Dior, so this New Look saddle bag will happily do to cover this year so far's "it bag". 

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It was two years and a week since I last few the 30 minute journey to Amsterdam. If you read my last post from 2017, then you'll know that my 3 day visit was a tad different to this year's version. This time we boarded the plane for a friend's birthday, and it included three couple total. Two of the couples stayed at an Air B&B and one at a hotel not too far away. I wish I'd had gotten more photos of this place because I really could not complain at all. The host lived upstairs so was waiting by the door when we arrived. The apartment was clean, with a large living/kitchen area, two bedrooms and a walk in shower/loo room. It was situated just west of the Rijksmuseum and Museum square. We walked everywhere instead of the trams, which I actually think along with the bikes, have gotten far scarier than I remember. 

Sunday saw our arrival, a 20 minute uber ride to the apartment and my first proper realisation on what a 'coffee shop' really is. I lasted 30 seconds by the door with my coat across my face before gagging in the street and calling my mum for comfort. Weed smells, it's not my thang. We visited the Anne Frank House on Monday morning and if I'm honest, I expected more. It's so very much hyped up, but the only feeling I got from it was that of claustrophobia from the many many queues inside as people walk around extra slow. The house itself is rather large, some parts rebuilt for museum purposes clearly, but literally nothing in there. I'm aware that the Nazi's had all the furniture removed after the family had been captured, but having nothing but the walls led to it feeling like one big empty room. Anne's part of the house was across two floors, a little staircase and boarded up windows. I wanted to feel something, like emotionally, but with only photos of recreations, and nothing actually in the room, plus the amount of people inside, left me feeling quite disappointed. It's something to say I've done though. 

We wandered the streets on the sunniest day of the trip, canal photo taking and popping to an Irish pub for a drink. We sat outside in a little bar cafe with a Coke and chips (boys with beer obviously) and people watched for an hour. We found a corner shop sweet shop, and spent a good 25 euros or so on pick and mix. When in Rome *Amsterdam. Heading back for a nap (4 or so hours of one) before myself and Jay walked down to the Rijksmuseum and it's bar for some photos. Dinner that night included an Ubereats delivery of the best chicken strips and chips we've ever had. Period. Once everyone had eaten, we walked down to the Red Light district. Tourist central and an odd experience if you've never seen it. Full of lads trying to convince their pal to part with their cash, and semi naked ladies waving at your boyfriend out of their windows. Lovely. 

Tuesday began with a pancake hunt. We sat down for maybe 3 seconds in an Instagrammable, hipster looking place, with a queue out the door. It's very healthy, no soft drinks menu wasn't for us and we began the 20 minute walk to the place I'd visited last time for some unhealthy comfort food. We sat down at The Pancake Bakery and I'd ordered what I had a few years ago, the chicken, cheese and mushroom pancake, whilst Jay finally got his nutella and strawberry one. The place is 10/10 in it's cosy little shop next to a canal. We walked to Museum square for a quick drink at a German ski bar before heading back to decide on dinner. We decided to cook our meal since our b&b was self catering. A fancy looking steak (or chicken for me) dinner with candles for the ambience. Also quick tip, the Albert Hein is similar to our M&S and you can tell the quality was better than the other supermarket we went to for supplies on the first night. They also let you squeeze your own orange juice from real oranges. Fancy.

In the evening we went to the Three Sister' pub, the one I'd been too last time. The town was so quiet this time, bar the football watching punters. We then headed back to the square for a drink in the only pub we'd seen with a pool table, sussed out on our earlier trip, but once the English football games started and the place became rammed, we wondered for a bit before settling in a lovely little *no football playing* bar, with a few middle to older aged people. Bliss. We grabbed a quick Burger King on our way back, just a brownie (of dreams) for myself, before heading back to bed.

Up at 8, we had packed and were ready to leave the apartment for a while as the owner kindly allowed us to keep our bags there whilst the cleaners were in. We had a last little walk around town before grabbing a tacky keyring to add to my collection, and sitting in McDonalds before grabbing everything and heading to the airport for a 6 hour wait for the plane. And I think that sums it up really.

I realise now that this trip was full of food and drinks. All for the culture no?









Jumper is Gant / Skirt is New look / Boots are Boohoo / Bag is Mango 


This post was a gifted [unpaid] collaboration with Gant. You can gab 15% off the site with the code KATIEC15

Premium high street is something I can very much get behind. Investing more in longer lasting pieces has been at the forefront of my mind for a while, so this Gant V neck jumper fitted perfectly into my plan, but also my wardrobe. When I hear the word jumper, I think of winter, a big puffy coat and the thickest jeans I own. But here I opted for a... skirt. A short one too. This beige one is from New Look, with last year's tortoise shell button trend steaming into SS19. I think it matches perfectly. The jumper is very soft, and I'm very protective about folding and hanging it, and I'll be heading to the dry cleaners from now on.

Tights tights tights. Wear them. I used to call them my 'tan tights' because even the literal see through ones would still give my pale legs a slight colour. They also smooth everything out and feel a bit like you've Facetuned them without the hassle. Not that anyone needs to smooth them, I just fancied it. 

As we are all very much aware, I wear white everyday, near enough. So what do you match a white jumper and beige skirt to? More white is the correct answer. These Boohoo boots have done me very well for the past month or so and I regularly walk to work in them (and a certain cobbled streeted light district in Amsterdam recently but that's besides the point). Love a good 60s vibe. The bag is Mango and one I've shown many, many times on my Insta.  M a n y  t i m e s. 

I'm very happy with this little outfit, and am just waiting on the wind to stop, Storm Garath to leave, and the rain to stop being a bother, to wear it more often. 









Jacket by New Look / Jumper by New Look / Bag by New Look / Jeans by Stradivarius / Boots by Boohoo

There's been A LOT of press recently on bloggers. Namely what they're doing wrong. From various new guidelines from the last two years being said to have been made because bloggers "aren't doing it right", to the most recent: The Times' pooy article. Let's have a chat.

I still think that as much as the blogging industry is clearly a success, and changed consumerism completely, it will never be fully accepted. To say that I aim to blog as a career, to write for myself on my page without 100 people biting my ear off, is sneered at. To say I want a job in journalism for a magazine where working for myself is a rarity and I'm beholden to many many bosses, is the accepted way of doing things. I'm only allowed to be successful if it's the traditional way of doing it. I think the first time I really saw this whole looking down their noses thing was a few summers ago, when my pal Maria J Blogs went on the BBC to discuss the issue and a woman from a very well known magazine spoke over her, at her and down to her, disregarding any point made and in general, just thinking she and her publication are superior. How nice.

The new guidelines, from the ASA/CMA, put the legal bits and bobs into an easier to understand format, or so I have come to believe. Throwing out the jargon, it gives a clearer view of what's right and wrong, as before this, everyone was disclosing differently. Don't get me wrong, of course many more #gifted are now seen and it's easier to identify an ad now, but I doubt Sally with 3K on her first paid campaign was to blame for not disclosing properly. It's the reality TV stars, the Love Island contestants and their teeth whitening products clearly advertising the brand whilst being paid thousands, and not one piece of disclosure. AND STILL after all this, they don't bother with it. The amount of sheer panic from bloggers and brands there was about following the guidelines and threats of fines, and yet these people with millions of followers are not being asked why they aren't following it. They may be influencers, but content creators? Not a chance.


Now for that article. Before I started writing this, I wanted to have the article to hand to refer back to, so literally wrote "The Times, Influencer" into Google and the AMOUNT of articles slating bloggers  that came up was ridiculous. The words "so-called influencers" and "come clean to freebies" really solidifies their hatred for the business. Back in November, Debra Ross wrote the article "Let’s replace the word ‘influencer’ with ‘detestable freeloader". I won't bother you with the details, but the first little paragraph is available to view on the site before you are told to part with your pennies to grace your eyes upon such a disgusting piece of jealous "journalism". How is THIS allowed to be called a job compared to actual hard work most bloggers put in. I won't waste any money on that site, so I headed to The Guardian instead for their view. The line "the men in their lives are reduced to stage-hands and photographers" really got to me. Do you know how many people are 'reduced' to taking photos which turns into a skill and then a career? I've seen countless new photographers join the ranks in the past year all because of their fashion blogging photographs. Charging anywhere from £25-£90 for an hour doesn't seem quite mere to me. 

Both articles themselves state that residents are complaining that people are taking photos outside of their well kept homes. Not once has anyone complained to me, or my friends, or anyone I know of actually about shooting outside their houses. If you looked at the majority of fashion blogging photos, each house looks exactly the same and could be anywhere in the West London streets, with door numbers usually blurred in the background. I don't agree with doorstep sitting or leaning on cars obviously. But why tar an entire industry because 1% aren't doing it right. The girls in the article said that they were lied to by these newspapers about the context and were asked to stage photos to be taken by THE NEWSPAPER doing the exact thing the 'journos' state is wrong. As for the tents, they're a fantastic idea that makes the entire process quicker, disrupts 0 peoples' day, and means that the local Starbucks's toilets aren't filled up unnecessarily. 

This whole thing of banning bloggers from Notting Hill is simply laughable, and when spoken about on the radio and asked by a parent of mine about it, we both agreed it was a load of rubbish. Places like Notting Hill thrive on the money and tourism that bloggers bring. Peggy Porschen and Farm Girl wouldn't have been half as successful without the promotion of bloggers and influencers. Their queues go on for 20+ minutes on a normal day. Ban the bloggers and watch the businesses drop like flies. How can you distinguish between a blogger and a tourist? One resident was said to have stated that it was the latter who cause issues and not bloggers. We want the shot quick and we're done. No one has the time to lounge about and take in the sights. It's a job, not a holiday. 

To sum up, I think everyone is tired of the backlash from people who don't quite get it. Journalists, magazines, newspapers etc WILL target those they feel threatened by. Legal organisations have to put things in place, and in some ways, should be seen as a positive, that the influencer world is being taken far more seriously now than it ever was. And that's the key, it's successful and will continue to be for the foreseeable future. Businesses wouldn't bother if not. 

I don't really want to give any backlinkage to either article, but for reference purposes, if you did want to read it, click here. Ew. 





Top by Topshop / Trousers by Zara / Mules by ASOS / Earrings by Fossil / Bracelet by Fossil / Necklace by Swarovski / Bag by Mango

I'm having a suede moment if you haven't guessed. Today's outfit is nothing short of my all time favourite. I haven't yet shown you one of the most perfect blouses to hang in my wardrobe yet. It's from Topshop, with Zimmerman vibes, pleated front with tiny buttons and a tie around the waist. The neckline isn't too low, as with my no boobs, I usually can't wear anything below the collar line without it sagging off in all directions. I sadly (I literally cried) put the blouse in the wash with a very light shade of pink top, thinking the top was cream when I picked it up. It wasn't, and it ran. Mt blouse is now a very VERY light shade of pinky cream, but luckily still looks whitey cream against anything beige or brown. I am still in need of a bit of Daz to wash it with though.

I paired the top with my suedette legging type trousers from Zara and I LOVE and get so so many compliments on. Adding my New Look suedette trench coat I wrote about here, a which bucket bag from Mango, and my new while heeled mules from ASOS for an all white and beige outfit. The outfit of my dreams people. And did you hear I said mules? Like I actually spent money (and quite a bit because they're real leather too) on mules. 15 year old me is looking in disgust right now. I love them, and I'm waiting for the right sunny holiday abroad to walk to a restaurant on the beach in them at some point, or so my sister has suggested that's what they're good for.

I'm not a huge jewelry fan as we know, but I seem to be opting for my simple marbled earring and matching bangle from Fossil recently. Gifts from my mother for my 22nd birthday, and from a place I know she loves dearly. My necklace was also a birthday gift from my other half, of which have never been taken off since he put me it on me. Hair is trying to be 60s inspired. Whether it's working or not is your choice, but I'm digging it.










I started this blog when I was 15. Stopped and started and stopped and started again. In the past two or so years, it's become my space, my love, and possibly a career prospect. No one told me to start it. No one gave me advice or taught me the background code knowledge I know. As many of us are, all self taught, all self made. So why on earth does my friend Sally think she's entitled to come as a +1 to the events that I'm invited to, or some of the press samples I'm sent to try out? Sally doesn't have a blog. Sally couldn't care less. I've asked. Sally isn't my mum or my sister. Sally isn't me.

For a long time I didn't know anyone in the blogosphere as it were. I would ask for a +1 to things so I wasn't alone, and take Sally along sometimes. Sally would get the free beauty treatments, the drinks and food, and the goody bags. Sally would sit in the car on the way home slating how 'rubbish' those goody bags were and that I need to find better events. I took Sally to my first 'big brand' event as it were a year or so ago. It was my first 'omg how did I get invited to this' moment and at the time, I was happy to share that with my 'friend' Sally. A month passed and the brand invited me to another event, Halloween themed. I didn't tell Sally because it was none of her business and didn't cross my mind to. By this point I had a small group of blogger friends who I'd meet up with anyway, so no need to +1 it as such. I went to the event, did the Insta stories, and came out to a handful of rude messages from Sally about 'how dare I' not take her with me. This continued for months. In June I was due to attend an event with my other half, with my blogger pals also. An event with a huge huge brand and one I cry a little inside at each email from them. I attended said event with my friends, and my other half was stuck in traffic on his way home after work so would have missed most of the evening, so I told him not to bother as I had people there anyway. Sally saw where I was and asked how everything was going. When I explained my boyfriend's situation, she not only texted me abuse about not inviting her, inviting him OVER her, and because by this point she had taken a handful of my photos, it was HER who should have been invited to this event and not ME. This bitchy comment is still referred back to today when she wants to have a pop for something. There are many, many incidents like these, too many to count. The latest was around LFW where Sally goes "are WE going to any LFW events? They seemed to have dried up recently and I haven't been going to any". Do you see why I'm just a tad irritated here?

Since when are 'friends' automatically allowed to ride on your success? Since when does one event invite mean I have to take her everywhere for the rest of my blogging career? For a 'friend' to have the audacity to say that they're being replaced because you took your boyfriend to a product launch and not her is ridiculous. Screenshots and rolled eyes are sent to the group chat when another moaning message comes through. Sally, you just look stupid my love. If you want all 'this' then bloody work for it. I'm sick of having to defend my actions for someone else's self entitlement. It's OK to say no. To say 'because I don't want/have to' and to take whoever you like to whatever you like. I didn't see Sally giving me a cheque when she got a pay rise? Works both ways sweetie. 



Primer by Dermologica / Moisturizer by Freshly Cosmetics / Eye serum by Freshly Cosmetics / Red lipstick by Kiko / Highlighter by Guerlain / Nude lipstick by Tom Ford / Brushes by LGFG / 

I class myself as a Fashion Blogger. My Instagram is style focused and my inbox is mainly full of fashion brands. That doesn't however mean that I'm not partial to a splurge online grabbing all the new in beauty bits that I can. I have a routine, my everyday face, but every now and then a new gem will fall into my hands (via my bank account or nice pr person) and here is an non extensive list of February's new in beauty. Oh, and I'll be chatting about my new hair in a sec too, you lucky thing.

We'll start with the skincare. I am lucky enough to be apart of the Dermologica Skinfluencer programme where I was sent a few bits and bobs to try out. The one standout product for me has to be the Skinperfect Primer. An orangey base smooth mousse is the best description you're going to get here. With SPF 30 it's helpful for these late winter sunny days. Freshly kindly sent me a moisturizer and an eye serum to try, both of which have not made my skin breakout of eye bags dry up. A first for the eyes. I've only used thm both for a week or so, so I want to wait a tad longer for a full opinion, but so far so blooming good.

Make up next and I bit a very large bullet and bought a Tom Ford lipstick the same day as a Guerlain highlighter. Both valid and well used purchases. I would have wished for the lipstick to be a bit creamier, or less orange based, but that's just me and I knew what I was buying before I did. I researched both products endlessly and decided they were good to go. The highlighter is a subtle shade of gold, and it's a thumbs up from me.

Kiko launched a range of Valentines inspired products and I was sent a few to try. One was this Sweetheart Lipstick of a red and pinky/purpley variety. Smooth enough, and fab packaging. It's a colour for a fancy dinner or event rather than an every day, but that's my personal preference. I think the collection is on sale now since V day has been and gone, so pop down (or online) if you fancied catching it before they disappear.

Lastly, Look Good Feel Better got in touch to talk about their new range of brushes, available in stores, which donates proceedings to the charity. The charity aim to make those suffering with the likes of cancer, to feel like themselves again for a day. I first heard of the brand when my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2017. The hospital where she had her treatment had a small room of sofas, books and leaflets giving advice for families, and for the patients themselves on things like wigs. One of these was for Look Good Feel Better. They ran sessions for people to go in, free of charge, and learn how to do makeup during and after their treatment. My mum lost all of her hair including eyebrows, so the sessions would teach a way of helping any anxiety that comes with treatment. When the charity sent me the brush set to mule over, I was so very happy to talk about it. I can't think of a better business to give my money to for my own beauty interests, that also help people in these situations, like my mother was.

My hair.
For a while I wanted bangs, as the Americans call it. A side fringe or a full fringe was the question and upon being invited down to Rush's new salon in Farringdon, I chose a parted, both sided one that would hang perfectly if I wished to have my hair up for a change. I had quite a bt chopped off, more than initially wanted, but it's just hair, it'll grow back. The salon is lovely in itself, with flowers and balloons left over from the opening, and a new set of stylists at the ready. Mine was a lovely lady called Romina who may have convinced me to think about a blonde balayage the near future.





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