From coats to leather skirts, boots to bags, the best season is nearly upon us. With the weather ranging from sweaty to chilly it can be difficult to know what to where and when to wear it. Below are my top 10 transitional pieces for that very problem, worn with or without tights, boots, sandals, you name it. Links are below.





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For as long as I can remember, I've been that extra friend. The 'me and X are doing... do you want to come, don't worry if not' friend. I had a 'best' one in nursery and until about year 3 or 4. My friendship group expanded and hers did too.. at the other end of the playground. We grew up with our parents being friends, dance lessons together and saturdays out shopping. But come year 7 and 8, we didn't bother asking for each others phone numbers anymore and that was sort of it. Her friends dressed like they were 18 or 19 and I had a unibrow and didn't leave the house unless my socks touched my skirt hem. We were VERY different people. 

I sat next to MY best friend form year 7-11. I say MY because I wasn't hers. She made that very clear. We all have friends outside of school, she just liked hers more than me. Which is fine of course. We grew up and I took her to every family party and every special thing I ever did. In year 10 or so we had this extra friend who'd joined the small group, and it was them and me. Which was fine, of course. But when her family had special parties and things, it wasn't me invited along, it was her. I was told "you can come next time" and when the next time came I was told "oh mum choose" or "it was last minute". Which was fine. Of course. 

That other friend left in year 11 and I had my mate back, sort of. We went to sixth form and in one class we made pals with the girls in there, and sort of everyone really. I loved that class I really did. On my 18th our teacher didn't turn up so we all spent two hours in mcdonalds and they sang happy birthday and I had gifts and it's sad to think that that was so long ago now, the happiest time of my school life. But things change and history repeats itself with one of the girls always being closer to her than me and once again it was "meet US" for lunch and then "X has got me a job with her" and that truly was that. By the end of year 13 I was seeing someone so vile and manipulative and with him pulling me one way and her being pulled the other, we had nothing left in the middle. We'd look the other way at lunch and had our second ever argument without even speaking to each other. But it was fine because of course she had her friends and eventually I had no one. 

I'm qualified as a practitioner in something that deals with brain development and cognitive behaviour and it's scientifically proven that the behaviour we experience as children aged 8,9 and 10 will be experienced again at ages 18,19 and even up to 25 (and I'm sure far into adulthood too). So the cliqiness of children in the playground, the purposeful targeting of someone, and the pain of being pushed out, will always reoccur. A few years ago I met a fab group of girls who I'm still friends with now. We did everything together but then one branches out and the rest are forgotten. You'd go out with one person, and they'd bring a friend, and you'd be the one to stand there like a loner whilst they chat and catch up and you'd wish you'd never even mentioned or planned this at all. 

I don't have a best friend. All my friends have other friends. However I do have a two or so groups of friends, some I'm closer to than others, but how do you work on being their best friend at the ripe age of 22? How far can you push friendship on someone without looking weird? That's the question. So for now I'm ok with being the forgotten friend, the extra one to fill numbers, it's always been this way and I'm now more prepared to deal with it when it inevitably happens again. I think friends can break your heart more than boys can. But alas that's fine, of course. 



This was the first year where I actually looked forward to summer. It got to April time and my precious roll necks became a burden and all I wanted was a chance at a tan. We booked a week in Spain and the lead up was exciting and all, but the minute it was over and England switched between rain and sun, I became so quickly over summer and wanted brown leaves on the floor and corduroy skirts back in my life asap. 

This has been the best summer (of my life shall we say) with a holiday and J and actual friends and said friends' engagement and career prospects to look forward to. But that's all I'm doing now, looking forward. So I'm more than happy to say goodbye to summer, how perfect it all was and all, but to welcome darker evenings and my first spot of a tree decoration in September, the words 'it's all too early' from any man I've ever known and the smell of bonfires and jumper shopping and warmth in such a different way. I'm ready for the cosiness of blankets and when asking for a cup of tea at the pub doesn't seem so silly now.

So goodbye summer and hello Autumn. And please God let me get more original content because I'm cringing at myself already. x




The thought of wearing trousers in the summer months, quite frankly, scares me. Clingy material from the waist to ankles gets a no from me, but here I am wearing some in August. And here's why.

I'm one of those people who visualises an outfit before picking up the pieces to pair it all together. I had the shirt and I had the trousers, and putting them together literally came to me in a dream one night. In the colder months I'll pair the shirt with a knit and skirt, but shirts themselves aren't thick. Leave a few buttons undone at the bottom, tie the sides together for my favourite kind of cropped top look. I swear against buying tops or shirts already tied when buying, purely because it's never tight enough or at the right place on the hips. So just do it yourself with what you've already got. This shirt is from Newlook. I did say that shirts aren't think, but those flimsy see through cami needing ones might not work as well as a more fitted version. But the choice is yours.

The trousers. Linen is your best friend here. It will need an iron after every sit down or movement. BUT it's thin and airy and perfect if you work in an office. Stone and beige colours work well here with the crisp white shirt. These high waisted ones are from Nasty Gal last year and although a tad big, sit nicely on the waist. 

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The hotel

I'm a nervous flyer. I hear every knock and vibration and truly believe that that is it for me. Down I go. For my recent trip to Spain I was looking for ways to help keep stress levels down beforehand, and someone mentioned a stay in a hotel close to the airport. Premier Inn then kindly agreed to gift me and my other half the room for the night and breakfast the next morn, but as our flight was so early, we'd be on the plane before the eggs are flipped and cereal was poured. Very sad.

Anyway on the Sunday night we got a lift down to the hotel, at our own pace. No rushing. No 'what if there's traffic', nothing of the sort. I think this was the bit that really helped me. Being able to just go, when we wanted. We arrived about 4pm, checked in at their Stansted hotel which has it's own restaurant and bar downstairs and a big foyer which was fab when there were a 50 of us waiting for the shuttle bus the next morning.

Our room was rather large, as all Premier Inns seem to be. I've stayed in hotels where the bed is almost attached to the bathroom door and unless you fancied sleeping with your suitcase, there is just simply no room. No here obviously, much room for activities. We had a bath too, perfect for a little relaxation if you're panicked like myself. In the evening we headed downstairs, booked a table at the restaurant, but if you're looking for a quick meal, there is a few fast food places a 5 minute walk away too. After a few drinks we sat down to order at the table. The food came quick enough, and I had CHURROS for dessert. A winner for me let me tell you.

We spent the rest of the night (until a 9pm bedtime) with an alcoholic beverage of our liking whilst watching my favourite island based tv show. Up at 2.30am with an aim to leave at half 3. We checked out and sat in the lobby waiting for our ride. The shuttle bus doesn't start until 3.45am and the queue can get quite long, and its £3 per head in cash, if you needed to hop on. Once away the bus only takes 10 mins max, and at that time of the morning, there were barely any cars on the road as it were.



Escape Lounge

We were then gifted the next morning in the Escape Lounge at Stansted Airport. Downstairs and away from the chaos, it was like walking into a spa. We were shown to our table and let loose on the unlimited teas, juices, breakfasts (fry up, cereal, fruit) as well as unlimited alcoholic drinks at the bar. A prosecco was a welcomed addition at 4am. We knew by this time that our flight was delayed so being able to sit in peace, charge our phones, and watch the planes go by was lovely. I honestly have not stopped going on about the experience since the trip, to anyone flying (and anyone who has ears). I felt VERY important may I add, and now it's an extra I intend to book for every flight. Click here for the website.

Once our gate was shown, we headed down to wait even longer to board, never mind once on the plane, sat for an hour to grab a slot on the runway. Staying at the airport hotel and popping to the lounge before my flight really did ease my nerves though. The thought of rushing to the airport is one of the main causes of stress for a lot of us, so being right there, 5 minutes away really helps. Plus being sat in a quiet place, full of unlimited tea was a welcomed bonus. I can't recommend either enough. Delays however will always happen, I was just far more prepared for them than I'd have ever been before.

Thanks to Premier Inn for the gifted stay and to Escape Lounge for the gifted experience. Very VIP.







When I was 15 or so, dying my hair was a yearly (or more) hobby I rather enjoyed. I wanted the "omg it looks so different" comments and have always had a dislike for my dark brown hair. It got to the point two years ago where my hair was so damaged and so dry that cutting it into a bob was the best thing for it.

I loved that bob, and wouldn't ever rule out going for it all off again, but my hair doesn't like to grow fast, and after 6 months or so I start to yearn for flowing locks again. You see the issue here? Anyway if I wasn't going to cut it, I needed something else to do. So back came the dye. When Whiteman Soho agreed to become my Hairy Godmother, I was over the moon. The consultation came first, discussing which shade would suit my original colour as I'd chosen a balayage. I had a patch test and came out very much excited for my appointment the following week.

My stylist was Billy, and he knew exactly what he was doing from the colour to the cut so I'd recommend him to anyone. We started by going over everything, double checking what I wanted then he explained that he would do a more blended balayage as I wanted subtle tones rather than icy blonde to start. After an hour or so of applying, it took no time at all for the colour to stay put. It was washed out, toned twice and conditioned to keep it healthy. I asked what to do about going into the pool on my holiday in a few weeks, and Billy said to put a leave in conditioner on beforehand, if anyone wanted to know.

We chopped the ends off, fixed up my fringe and was treated to a blow dry and curls. I love it. The colour is a very soft beigey blonde and starts high up enough that you can't really see where it starts, but nothing on the root, aka low maintenance. I really couldn't recommend Whiteman Soho and Billy enough. If you fancied booking click here for their site. The salon itself is so modern and simple, and adds to the experience itself, plus it's located in the Ham Yard so you'll be feeling very fancy walking out after too! Oh and whilst you're there, you may as well head to my favourite restaurant in the area for a quick lunch and a show off of your new look ;)

A big thank you to everyone at the salon, my hair is perfect and ready for the summer now!

*This was a gifted experience by Whiteman Soho.

 
 
 


Saturday saw a lunch invite down to Gordon Ramsay's Heddon Street Kitchen for a three course meal and a few cocktails on the side. Our table was set with menus and even a blanket incase the weather turned (which it didn't, v warm in fact). We were seated on the terrace outside, surrounded by plants and the street itself, just off of Regent Street, was a beauty itself.  The bar manager introduced himself as he explained the drinks he was serving us. I'm not sure what the first one was, but I have NEVER tasted something so nice. 

We chose the bread for starters, warm and diamond shaped. Simple bread but a 10/10. My choice of main was the ravioli, which had just been added to the menu the day before. Jay ordered the fillet steak and hasn't stopped talking about it since. It was a melt in your mouth moment apparently, how a steak should be. I don't eat red meat, but I'm drooling just thinking about it. We both had chips on the side, with the ketchup coming in a jam jar. A literal jam jar. The next cocktail had a prosecco base, lovely of course, but the first was still my favourite. 

I'd like to take this time to say that the staff were AMAZING and so attentive, but not overbearing. I saw them constantly refilling waters and wine and it's a small thing but you don't get that at restaurants near me. Could not do enough. 

Dessert was a salted caramel and fresh berry bowl for me and a kiwi and passionfruit (I want to say?!) sorbet for Jay. It was so simple but it worked after a filling meal and a belly topped up with alcohol. And on that note, another frozen treat was handed to us in a paper cup (LOVE anything takeaway), a frosé by Belsazar. I'm not usually a rosé person, but as much as this strong, being a slush toned it down quite a bit. Does that make sense? 

I really can't rate the restaurant highly enough. If you're out in the city, then definitely think about heading down to Heddon Street Kitchen. Anyone want to treat me to brunch... soon... please?

This experience was kindly gifted by Gordon Ramsay Restaurants. This post was not asked for and all thoughts are my own. I just enjoyed it very very much. 






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