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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06004850059207945355noreply@blogger.comBlogger224125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939110309504972418.post-24396205685210289312017-05-03T21:47:00.000+01:002017-05-10T21:58:56.301+01:00Ample of sequins in April<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
April marked the month of my 25th birthday and I danced into like I was a rainbow disco queen.</div>
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If you can't wear a obnoxious mermaid number on your birthday, then when can you eh?</div>
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And it seems like turning a quarter of a century hasn't done much for my maturity.</div>
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The moving-sequin tops are still out in full force, and received an array or ridiculous and amazing gifts. Seashell sippy cups for when I'm thirsty, unicorn and leopard print bags for all my silly belongings, and Jem and the Hologram worthy skirts for dancing through the galaxy.</div>
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And when a girl gets such amazing things, you really can't complain. Especially when you're wearing a Brighton stick of rock version of a dress.</div>
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Once you go striped you can't go back. So a pastel-toned strappy number reminiscent of That 70s Show should just about do the trick. Perfect paired with denim up top or down bottom,</div>
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Or let's speed things out to the 80s and do everything a bit Stevie Nicks with a kimono. And with the temperate starting to hot up, things tend to get a bit tropical and the crop tops tend to creep up.</div>
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But hey, we're in England. Things don't ever stay hot for too long. So palm trees tone down to pretty florals and toucans when the weather tones down too. </div>
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<b><i>A.x</i></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06004850059207945355noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939110309504972418.post-50842552337665720232017-04-16T17:37:00.000+01:002017-04-27T14:51:22.193+01:00Twenty Five <div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Last week, I turned the grand age of 25.</span></div>
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It may be unsurprising to know that I didn't wake up that morning with new-found wisdom and the answers to the questions of life. </div>
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Instead, I woke covered in sequins with a nice hangover all wrapped up in a bow.</div>
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I still have the same ridiculous childlike outlook to life and optimism that sometimes gets the better of me. </div>
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But an hour before the clock struck midnight on my birthday, I was harping on about how content and happy I was this birthday, more so than I can remember being before. Despite my life still pretty up-in-air and me still not having a clue what I'm doing. </div>
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(It might've been the cocktails talking, but let's go with a new-found epiphany from my mid-twenties).</div>
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When I was a teen, I had such an idea of how my life was going to be like when I was well in my 20s, but when 15-year-old me didn't know was that in actual fact, I didn't know shit...</div>
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<i>What 15-year-old Amy thought...</i></div>
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After a school life of having a pretty big friendship circle, it was like I was part of one big gang of guys and girls. And I was. It was the best as a teen. You always had someone you knew someone who'd share a bottle of Apple Sourz with at pre-drinks, or who would help you put fake tan on your back in a streaky fashion. Everyday in the 6th form common room was like one great, big party, and every weekend it actually was, and of the fancy dress variety in fact. And this will only continue and grow as I grow up. Imma have hundreds and hundreds of friends y'all.</div>
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<i>What my 25-year-old life is actually like...</i></div>
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Those friends are still friends and we care about each other to the moon and back (you can be damn sure if someone had something less-than-nice to say about one of them, then my hoops would be whipped off and I would give my best Rocky impression...before inevitably falling to the ground.)</div>
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While the day-to-day circle may have grown smaller, the group who I know has my back and would be there for me come what may, well, that's only grown from strength to strength.<br />
It's cliche, but it is quality, not quantity. </div>
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You may not see some friends for weeks and months on end, but when you do, you pick up from where you left off with no problems. And the ones you see all the time, while you've not grown up together, you've grown together, and probably know you better than you do yourself. </div>
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<i>What 15-year-old Amy thought...</i></div>
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Longing for the day where homework would be a thing of a that past and I could stop saving up loose change as I'll be working 9 to 5 and have all the money in the world to splurge on whatever the hell I want. I'd buy designer shoes, jet off to private islands, and no-one can tell me I can't cus there'll be no-one telling me what to do with my life, YAY.</div>
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<i>What my 25-year-old life is actually like...</i></div>
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My GOD how I wish I had someone to sort out my life. Boring life admin stuff like washing, ironing and bills just don't come into account when you think about what being an adult is like when you're younger. Not to even mention all the emotional shit like work/life balance and those pesky things like feelings. Some days, it would just be fab if someone could just take care of it ALL, while I just curled up into a teenage ball and binged on everything the internet has to offer.</div>
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By the time I'm in my twenties, that's like so old. I'll have gone through all the rubbish boys and found y'know, like, THE ONE, and live happily after together. Sunday lunches with the in-laws, pet puppies galore and domesticated housewife to the max. </div>
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<i>What my 25-year-old life is actually like...</i></div>
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Oh HELL no. I am so not ready for any of that marriage malarky. I have so much more I want to do, and while it's fun having a partner-in-crime for the ride, I'm not ready to <i>not</i> be completely selfish yet. I know someday it'll all just feel, RIGHT. But that day keeps gets pushed further and further back the more I live and love my life.</div>
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There's been highs and quite a few lows in between. But all the tears, hours crying along to Adele, heart aches and heart breaks are worth it for the connections, memories, laughter, adventures and sparks. It sometimes seems like I'm no closer to finding that special gooseberry, but I know I am. I used to think I knew exactly the kind of person I want to be with, but all the shit dates and awful break-ups also make me realise what I don't want. And that's just as important. Why should you settle for seconds best when you should always put yourself, first. </div>
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One of those pastel coloured town houses in West Kensington in London please! That would be fabulous and I'll decorate it all in Cath Kidston and have tea parties all the bloody time. It'll be great.</div>
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So yeah, there's these thing called mortgages? And the housing market is a shambles, which is a nice little treat for us millenials eh?! But shared houses means drinking buddies for nights out, having someone to stroke your hair while you throw up at 3am, and discovering some gems who become friends for life, who I would've never met if you used all that money I don't have, to splash on a house to live on my own. (Also, the kitsch Cath Kidston phase came and went pretty quickly.)</div>
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Vogue, eat your heart out. I'll be strutting into the office with the highest of heels on, looking swish with the newest IT bag, and ALL the designer gear. I'll be covered in all the brands and labels, just you wait and see, I'll be chic af.</div>
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Pricey Von Dutch caps and having Juicy written across your butt weren't all it's cracked up to be. And I'm so thankful I didn't spend a whole load of £££ on a rainbow monogrammed Louis Vuitton bag, just because Paris Hilton had one.</div>
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Buying stuff just cus of celebrities, is just not cool. And hey, look! I've only gone and developed my own individual style that is completely ridiculous and relates to me, and me only. </div>
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(And my god, do I bloody own those prints and pastels, topped off with fluff and fun.)</div>
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Picture Ugly Betty meets The Devil Wear Prada. I'd turn up to work in the most stylish stuff, cus, well, I would've designed them myself. Everyone around the world will be wearing my work, and of course I will have done this all before I'm 30, DUH. I'll be the next Elie Saab before I know it.</div>
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A degree studying fashion design drove me NUTS. Lord knows I couldn't spend a career in it. I bloody love clothes but I nearly fell out of love with them (and that would've just been a crime.) I'll leave it to the professionals and just admire from afar thanks. And who knew that all those mad stories I used to make up and write, and the number of years of diary writing, would lead me to a job in writing eh? Still trying to find my exact place but I'm having a hell of a time on the way.</div>
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"Oh my GOD, why is Dad being SO unfair?! He just doesn't GET me at all!" is what I screamed on a nightly basis as I slammed my door with my Fall Out Boy poster stuck onto it. My parents just don't understand me and they're just there to ruin my life. If they weren't my parents, I wouldn't even want to spend any time with them! I CAN'T WAIT TO MOVE OUT!</div>
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Oh Amy. Amy, amy, amy. If only you knew how much you'd miss Mama and Pops when you move away to uni. Now, they're over 100 miles away when all you wish for is a cuddle off them at the end of an utterly shit day. I realised they're not just my parents, they're actual human beings who've lived a hell of a lot of life and are only looking out for me. They're caring, ambitious, hilarious and are filled with love, and no words would ever be enough to describe the love I have for them.</div>
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My brothers and I are closer than ever, the addition of sister-in-laws are a joy and I never knew how much unconditional love I could have for the tiny humans that are my nephew and nieces. Being an Aunty is THE best deal cus you get to have maximum fun with minimum responsibility!<br />
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When I was younger, I couldn't wait to be older.<br />
Now, I'd love it just to slow down - just a tad - so I can enjoy and savour every moment and memory.<br />
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The past 25 years have been emotional, ecstatic and amazing.<br />
I've learnt a hell of a lot about myself, life, and what I want from it.<br />
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But we've all been here long enough to know that this monochrome madness doesn't last for long, so it wasn't long until I started looking like something out of a Fleetwood Mac pastel-coloured tribute band. </div>
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And from the ultimate Rock goddess Stevie Nicks to my own low-key impersonation of a rock chick. Silky pyjama top tied up and tight disco pants zipped up, and you're ready to head to any gig with a sticky floor spilled with beer.</div>
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And let's face it, I'm never far from a pair of dungarees. From one musical icon to another, glittery pink boots and a fedora hat will give you some strong Dolly Parton vibes (and that ain't no bad thing.) </div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">1.) I left on a jet plane and hopped over to Iceland and it was unlike anyone I'd ever been on holiday.</span></div>
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I came back feel uber-zen and my soul feeling as happy as Larry.<br />
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3.) Perks of my jobs are one of the best things about my job and this month has been particularly brilliant.</div>
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First thing's first is the opening of a new gaming bar. Four Quarters in Peckham is filled with old arcade games</div>
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and holds a special place in my heart. So when they invited me to the opening of their new bar, for a night</div>
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of beer, burgers and video games, well how could a girl refuse?</div>
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Also, I won Street Fighter, and my girl Chun Li came out with this, on International Women's Day nonetheless.</div>
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4.) Secondly, a night to galavant around the Harry Potter studios while I chomp on canapes and sip on bubbly?</div>
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Erm, YES PLEASE. I got invited to the opening of the new forbidden forest at the studios, and despite having </div>
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been before, going after hours with booze somehow seems more mischievous. </div>
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5.) Last, but not least, the third perk was a night to run around Thorpe Park like a bunch of school kids. </div>
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And free beers, which I didn't take full advantage of because I didn't want to embarrass myself on rides!</div>
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I haven't been on a rollercoaster in about 10 years, and I used to get my kick out of them, and I'm proud </div>
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to say that after some initial nervous-ness, I still bloody love them (and love to swear on them it seems...)<br />
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6.) Steps was one my favourite bands growing up, so when they reunited and released a new single that </div>
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was everything I wanted to be and more, I was all over it. </div>
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(Groups looking to have a reunion - THAT'S how it's done. Don't try and be 'relevant'. Don't lose your identity!)</div>
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So when me and friend went to a Steps themed night out, expecting an evening of fun and silly dancing,</div>
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and lo and behold, the actual band decided to show up!</div>
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We were excited to say the least.</div>
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7.) On March 22nd, an attack happened in Westminster and people were killed and injured.</div>
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I never thought I would see the city that I'm living in, trending on social media as people prayed for us.</div>
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My heart was breaking, and this happens all to much all over the world, all the time sadly. </div>
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It's always horrific, always shocking. But when it's happening to London, to your home...</div>
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But I couldn't be prouder to be British and live in London. While the media were scaremongering and </div>
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portraying to the rest of the world that we were stopped with few, in actual fact, mere hours after the </div>
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awful event, the Westminster tube stop was open and running again.</div>
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Our Shaun of the Dead 'let's go to the Winchester' spirit will never be beaten. </div>
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1.) Woman next to me on the train has a bottle of wine in handbag, listening to Streisand & whipped out a<br />
cheese toastie. She knows how to LIVE <img alt="🧀" aria-label="Emoji: Cheese wedge" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f9c0.png" style="border: 0px; color: #14171a; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.27px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Cheese wedge" /></div>
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2.) Back in the day I would've already started drinking & putting my lashes on for a night out.</div>
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Now, I've just cleaned the house & made a tea <img alt="👵🏻" aria-label="Emoji: Older woman (light skin tone)" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f475-1f3fb.png" style="border: 0px; color: #14171a; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; height: 1.25em; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Older woman (light skin tone)" /></div>
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3.) Papa Lo just fed some Pringles cus I've painted my nails and they're still wet. My dad's a babe <img alt="💅🏼" aria-label="Emoji: Nail polish (medium light skin tone)" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f485-1f3fc.png" style="border: 0px; color: #14171a; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; height: 1.25em; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Nail polish (medium light skin tone)" /></div>
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4.) Brother laughed that I have feminist badge on my jacket. C'mon bro, get with the programme, this has </div>
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been the situation for years now! <img alt="♀" aria-label="Emoji: Female sign" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/2640.png" style="border: 0px; color: #14171a; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.27px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Female sign" /></div>
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5.) It actually felt like spring today! I'm happy as my natural comfy state is in sunnies (which @anna_tabs </div>
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points out is a Mariah statement <img alt="💁🏻" aria-label="Emoji: Information desk person (light skin tone)" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f481-1f3fb.png" style="border: 0px; color: #14171a; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.27px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Information desk person (light skin tone)" />) </div>
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<b><i>3 songs...</i></b></div>
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<i>1.) Little Mix - Beep Beep</i></div>
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This is just pop-tastic, fantastic. Makes me feel like I'm a Pink Lady in Grease and about to break out </div>
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into a synchronised doo-wop dance routine.</div>
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<i>2.) Gavin James - I Don't Know Why</i></div>
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This makes me feel SO excited about summer and when Gavin goes all falsetto to sing the leading lines,</div>
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boy does it give me goosepimples.</div>
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<i>3.) Sigala - Only One </i></div>
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If Gavin James' song makes me think of summer in a chilled on the beach, watching the sunset kinda way. </div>
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Then Sigala makes me think of summer in a 'opps, I accidentally got drunk by day-drinking in a beer</div>
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garden all day' kind of way. Very mad. Very excitable. Very happy.</div>
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It's the golden labrador of songs.</div>
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What that I see? A hint of spring trying to peek through?! </div>
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So I'm trying to lure out the sunshine and warmth with florals - groundbreaking, I know - but when they're in the form of a choker or on a background of a metallic silver leather jacket, it's hard not to strut into a new season feeling like a rockstar.<br />
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If a David Bowie-esque jacket wasn't enough, then shimmery culottes, a metallic pink mini skirt or Dolly Parton worthy glittery boots should do the trick.</div>
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And nothing goes better with a holographic palette than a sassy slogan. U ok hun? Well, everything is more than OK when there's a slogan tshirt in town. </div>
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Espeically if that slogan tshirt is for an amazing cause supporting Breast Cancer Haven AND it quotes Fergie. What else do you need?</div>
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But why go subtle with a slogan tee when you can go the full-hog with a Space Jam basketball jersey. Gotta support my homegirl Lola Bunny y'all.</div>
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My girly heart can not get over this uber-cute and uber-glitzy heart shaped choker. Real Marie from Aristocats vibes going on here.</div>
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But it's not always pink clouds and fluffy unicorns round these parts. Especially when there's crimped hair and dark lipstick to be worn.</div>
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1.) One of the reasons I love my job so much is because of the people. So when there's a chance to drink and be merry with said people, that's time well spent, especially when that day is Valentines Gal-entines Day. A day of love spent with my loves!<br />
And you can beat anytime that the Bella Babes are out on the town, there's bond to be prosecco, espresso martinis, Instagrams on fleek, laughing in unison and hazy memories the next day.</div>
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2.) Continuing on my bid to see more of the country I live in, I headed to Oxford to spend some time with some of my favourite uni babes, and Oxford just happens to be the same distance for all of us to travel. We ate, we drank, we wondered around feeling uber-British and we climbed up a castle in the rain. Time. Well. Spent.</div>
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3.) I got my bake on this month y'all. Because when you need to bake a surprise cake for your bff's birthday, only a chocolate cake with Nutella frosting and a peanut butter glaze will do. Oh, and covered in gold stars and glitter of course. </div>
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And would you just LOOK at this bad boy! Not only is it the first time I've ever made a swiss roll (hence some cracks on it...don't worry, just throw some glitter on it, that's what I do for everything else in life anyway), but it's drench in motherflipping emojis. You're welcome. </div>
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4.) If you know me in any capacity, you'll know how much I love Adele. She's gotten me over heartbreaks and gotten me into sassy 'over you' mode. She's hilarious, engaging, has ALL the emotions and let's not even get started on her voice. </div>
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So when she won Best Album at the Grammys and said she couldn't accept her award because she though Beyonce deserved it, and then shared her award with her Cady Heron outta Mean Girls style? Well, my love for her just went up another level. </div>
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5.) After nearly 3 years of living in London, I finally got round to seeing some of the iconic sights. And all it took was for a London newbie to move into town so I could use the excuse to show them around. Lizzie was in the royal house and Big Ben was chiming. </div>
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6.) And on the flipside of all the London tourist sights is all the greenery that the big smoke has to offer. Some Sheffield huns came down to visit and we spent all day just meandering around Hampstead Heath, coo-ed at all the doggos, sang Disney songs, and the sun even came out for the occasion. </div>
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7.) Social media is fucking great. Not a surprising statement to make from this millennial here, I know. But there I was, scrolling away, and then came across someone sharing some pretty badass t-shirts, and as a slogan tee obsessive, I clicked on it straight away. But they were so much more than a sassy slogan tee. Lolli, aka <a href="https://www.girlstolelondon.co.uk/" target="_blank">Girl Stole London</a>, is the genius behind these tees, and also the babe that is kicking cancer in the tits. She writes about her battle in a really honest, real and hilarious way in which her personality really shines. As someone who's seen their loved one go through cancer, it can be scary and you can have fear instilled into you constantly and it's refreshing to hear about it from a down-to-earth and logical way (read more <a href="https://www.girlstolelondon.co.uk/g-i-r-l-vs-c-a-n-c-e-r/money-tight-mention/?utm_source=twitter&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=girlvscancer_tees_post" target="_blank">here</a> boo).</div>
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So if you love a slogan tee as much as I do, get one from <a href="https://www.girlstolelondon.co.uk/girl-vs-cancer-shop/" target="_blank">here</a>, look great with 25% of proceeds going toward Breast Cancer Haven, do a great thing while doing so.</div>
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1.) Work wifey <a href="https://twitter.com/anna_tabs" target="_blank">@anna_tabs</a>: "I'm looking at houses to buy" <img alt="🏠" aria-label="Emoji: House building" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f3e0.png" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; height: 1.25em; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="House building" /></div>
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Me: "...I'm looking for lace0up bodysuits to buy" <img alt="👯" aria-label="Emoji: Women with bunny ears" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f46f.png" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; height: 1.25em; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Women with bunny ears" /></div>
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2.) Woman in the office: 'you always wear nice clothes, I have wardrobe envy!' Girl, I've been curating that shit all my life <img alt="👗" aria-label="Emoji: Dress" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f457.png" style="background-color: #f5f8fa; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; height: 1.25em; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Dress" /></div>
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3.) I'm wearing a mini-skirt & the lipliner is ON...I think I'm over the worst of the illness guys! </div>
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4.) Booking a Jacqueline Wilson event & drinking honey & lemon, while in my boxing kit listening to Skepta...I'm multi-faceted ok <img alt="💎" aria-label="Emoji: Gem stone" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f48e.png" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.26px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Gem stone" /></div>
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5.) Finished a double page health & diet feature at work, just in time for cake o'clock <img alt="🍰" aria-label="Emoji: Shortcake" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f370.png" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.26px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Shortcake" /><img alt="🙌🏻" aria-label="Emoji: Person raising both hands in celebration (light skin tone)" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f64c-1f3fb.png" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.26px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Person raising both hands in celebration (light skin tone)" /></div>
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<i>1.) Katy Perry - Chained to the Rhythm</i></div>
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This pop bish is back y'all, and doing what she does best. Good, ol' pop, but this time with an important message to say along with the catchy tune.</div>
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<i>2.) DJ Khaled, Beyonce & Jay-Z - Shining</i></div>
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All the swag you could ask for to accompany you on your morning commute.</div>
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<i>3.) Starley - Call On Me</i></div>
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All hail the return of the pop princess,</div>
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Music snobs, step aside.</div>
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After all this time away, she slays no less.</div>
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Back with a bang, platinum haired dyed.</div>
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Banger after banger, a popstar extraordinaire,</div>
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She's your Dark Horse and Teenage Dream all rolled into one.</div>
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Glitter and sass on stage, she sings and struts around with flair.</div>
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Goals, aesthetic, crush, queen, a full-time Hun.</div>
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Hair flicks and cupcake bras, she puts on a show that makes you to roar,</div>
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Feisty and fun - 100% unadulterated pop, filled to the brim.</div>
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From the catchy to the issues that matter, the lyrics keeps you wanting more.</div>
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Everyone from California Girls to those the One Who Got Away...we're all a Chained to the Rhythm.</div>
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Ladies and Gents, I would like to introduce you to the new love of my life....</div>
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I started off my 2017 receiving this fluffy bad boy and my god...what a way to start off a new year. It's furry, it's leopard print, it's got flashes of electric blue and a hot pink collar. Faux real, it couldn't be more me if it tried.</div>
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The only way to make an outfit more 'me', is to slap a bloody slogan on it. Whether that be around my wrist in the politest of manners, or on my nails. You know me. Love to show what I'm feeling, rather than say it (Millennial and all that)</div>
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While jeans are a lot of people's fail-safe go-to, I've had a bit of a tricky relationship with them. I've got lil' legs and they involve calves so the 90% of jeans out there that are skinny. Not for me hun. As the years have passed though, I've come to realise that the denim friend for me comes in a straight-legged and high variety, and I started off the new year as I mean to go on by embracing the fuck out of them. </div>
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But hey, I'm not going to be abandoning my life-long combo of a jazzy mini skirt and a chill top anytime soon. If it ain't broke, don't fix it and all that. </div>
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Epesically when that combo is a simple striped top and denim skirt that makes you feel like an off-duty Alexa Chung. Let's face it, it's the closest I'm going to feel like Alexa Chung...ever.</div>
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And it's good to go back to basics, especially when sometimes you just go a bit too far with ombre, polka dots AND glitter....</div>
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This January also marked a year since I started boxing. And what do you do to celebrate such an event? Treat yourself to some new work out gear that's just as pastel-pretty than the rest of wadrobe of course. </div>
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Even when it's -2 degrees, the coat, scarf and hat are all pastel perfect, and covered in fluff. How else is one supposed to wrap up warm eh? </div>
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But sometimes you just have to give the weather the cold shoulder and well, crack out the cold shoulder. Throw caution to the bloody wind y'all and look pretty in pink, especially if it's flirty and frilly.</div>
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And nothing more picture perfect in pink than this pleated partner. Honestly, if there was ever a skirt to make you feel like you were part of Gossip Girl, this is it. Silky, swishy and splattered with spots, this baby has been showered with compliments every time I've worn it.</div>
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And that's made me blush like a happy lil' piggy every time, without fail.</div>
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1.) I rung in the 2017 with some of my oldest friends. 2016 was a bit of a tough one, but it's heart-warming and comforting to know that people can grow up and further away, but that doesn't necessarily mean you grow apart. </div>
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2.) To beat the January blues, I got the opportunity to go see Cirque Du Soleil's Amaluna show and I was completely blown away by the bedazzling and jaw-dropping talent. It also made me want to finally sign up for those ariel acrobat classes, but that's another story. I also went to see one of my friend's band. They all work 9-5 jobs but they're also following their passion. The crowds are getting bigger and bigger names are noticing them. Morale of the story to both of these shows kids? Follow your heart and follow your dreams y'all.</div>
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3.) Everyone has highs and lows in their work life, but undoubtedly the no.1 high is the work family I've gained. Not only do they turn dreading my commute, into looking forward to chatting all kinds of ridiculous rubbish with them in the office, but I've gained a whole bunch of new friends who inspire me, support me and encourage me (whether that be in work or to drink)</div>
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4.) An old flame of mine got in touch with me out of the blue. He called time out on our relationship, and after 6 months of silence and moving on, he decided to call once again. This time on my phone. I don't know what his intentions were or the words he had to say, and I gave up sticking around to find out when we parted ways, so I guess I'll never know what he wanted to say.</div>
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5.) You know what? We should all take random days off work more often. I did for a friend's birthday and we just wandered around London without feeling like we were running late for work. We drank hot chocolate that was 90% toasted marshmallow, and we went to the You Say You Want A Revolution? exhibition at the V&A. Yes it was about the music and fashion of the the 60s, but what I didn't expect was for it to go into the social issues and movements of that time too, which seem more relevant in this current moment in time in society, than ever. </div>
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6.) The Women's March left me feeling proud, united and hopeful in humanity and the scary uncertainty of the future. There were people of all genders, ethnicities, ages and walks of life, caring about, well...people. And that's all it is people!</div>
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7.)To me, Chinese New Year every year means family time, tons of food and the tradition of receiving money in red packets (which I don't think I'll ever get bored of)<br />
But, every year, I want to learn more about my heritage, and do so over a bottle of red wine with my dad. Basically, it's like a 2nd Christmas for me and I'm more than OK with that.</div>
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1.) "I've started off the new year w/fizz, a puppy, chanting 'Stoke' @robbiewilliams on the tv & my tit tape sweating off<img alt="🥂" aria-label="Emoji: Clinking glasses" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f942.png" style="background-color: #f5f8fa; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.26px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Clinking glasses" /> <img alt="🎉" aria-label="Emoji: Party popper" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" height="200" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f389.png" style="background-color: #f5f8fa; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.26px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Party popper" width="193" />#Hello2017"<br />
2.) "I'm having pigs in blankets withdrawal symptoms <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; height: 1.25em; padding-left: 0.1em; padding-right: 0.05em; vertical-align: -0.2em; width: 1.25em;"><img alt="🐷" aria-label="Emoji: Pig face" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f437.png" style="background-color: #f5f8fa; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; height: 1.25em; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Pig face" /><img alt="🐷" aria-label="Emoji: Pig face" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f437.png" style="background-color: #f5f8fa; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; height: 1.25em; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Pig face" /><img alt="🐷" aria-label="Emoji: Pig face" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f437.png" style="background-color: #f5f8fa; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; height: 1.25em; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Pig face" /></span></span>"<br />
3.) "Newbie at boxing yday came up to me at the end saying 'thanks for being a cheerleader when I was struggling!' Girls are THE BEST <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-style: initial; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.26px; padding-left: 0.1em; padding-right: 0.05em; vertical-align: -0.2em; width: 1.25em;"><img alt="🥊" aria-label="Emoji: Boxing glove" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f94a.png" style="background-color: #f5f8fa; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.26px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Boxing glove" /><img alt="♀️" aria-label="Emoji: Female sign" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/2640.png" style="background-color: #f5f8fa; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.26px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Female sign" /></span></span>"<br />
4.) "My thai green curry has gone pink cus I put red cabbage on it. Pretty on-brand tbh<span style="font-size: x-small;"><img alt="💕" aria-label="Emoji: Two hearts" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f495.png" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.26px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Two hearts" /> <img alt="🌸" aria-label="Emoji: Cherry blossom" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f338.png" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.26px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Cherry blossom" /><img alt="🐽" aria-label="Emoji: Pig nose" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f43d.png" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.26px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Pig nose" /></span>"<br />
5.) "Friends say I'm more youth-like than usual this week. Strange as I've said sensible things: 'My side hustle is so extra, it's gonna be lit'"<br />
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<b><i>3 songs....</i></b><br />
<i>1.) Ed Sheeran - Shape of You</i><br />
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He's back, and with a funky and sultry sound. And I'm a big fan of this and it's flirty lyrics.<br />
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<i>2.) Childish Gambino - Redbone</i><br />
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If this doesn't make you want to snog the person you fancy all over, then I don't think you're listening to it right.<br />
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</i><i>3.) Snakehips and </i><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">MØ</span></i></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 20px;"> </span><i>- Don't Leave</i><br />
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</i> This sounds gorgeous and the lyrics are oddly heartbreaking. All the feels, all at the same time.</div>
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Whether that's long and swooping along the floor like you're part of a 90s pop music video, or short and denim like a 19-year-old hipster. </div>
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You know what the other thing that's great in December? Red. All the red during the festive season please. Whether that's a simple and bold lippy, a punky pleated skirt or a sparkly slogan sweat. </div>
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And on the days you're feeling really lazy? An oversized 101 Dalmations sweatshirt with a big ol' Lazy Oaf heart. </div>
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And when the festive season gets all too much, put on your chunkiest and coziest piece of knitwear to hide the fact that you've eaten so many pigs in blankets that you've in fact, become an actual pig in blanket.</div>
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As a regular Mrs.Christmas myself, it'll surprise no-one that I'll have festive headgear on me more often than not. Whether it's more on the subtle side with a sprig of mistletoe or go all-singing, all-dancing with a flashing headband of tinsel. </div>
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But you know, there's times you have to go hog-wild and when those times call, find you're jazziest Winter Slopes top and matching it with a shimmering, mermaid pleated number...</div>
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1.) There’s been ice-skating, there’s been present opening and there’s been drinking. Oh my has there been drinking…I think at one point it was just pure prosecco and cocktails running though my veins. Festivities to the max y’all.<br />
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2.) This month has been filled with a lot of work-related fun outside of work time. This time last year I had lost one job, working a freelance job, and hunting for another job. It was lonely and soul detroying to be quite honest, but this year could not be more different. Colleagues have become more than just that and are now friends, and I danced with them along to cheesy festive songs, drank with them in cringey christmas jumpers and boozy brunch-ed with them on a Sunday afternoon. Once upon a time in Sheffield, me and my bestie said ‘imagine if one day we’re both journalists, living in London & in the same office!’ and lo and behold, here we are! From shorthand lectures together to dancing the night away at the office Christmas party together. And I could not be happier or how it’s all turned out and the new friends I’ve made in my life because of it.<br />
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3.) Every year some some of my closest friends and I get together and have a Christmas weekend together, or as we call it, Hunmas (long story). We stayed up until the early hours of the morning swapping secret santa presents, we drank wine, we ice-skated, we ate food and we talked the world to rights. That how weekend with these girls usually go and they never, ever get old and I’m always planning and feeling psyched for the next one.<br />
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4.) One of the perks of my job is I get to go to cool events, and one of the more recent and also coolest things I’ve been to is the Christmas party that Netflix held. Not only were there sets made up to look like some of their original shows, but the actors and actresses dressed up in those sets never went out of character and pulled up in to get involved.<br />
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I essentially played charades with Queen Elizabeth on the set of The Crown. There was cocktails being passed around, I took full advantage of the gif-making photo booth, and there was a free chrome cast in my goodie bag to take home. Oh and I met Bake-Off winner and queen, Candice Brown, who I just banged on about how she slays the lipstick game and I love her piggy sausage rolls. So there was that too...good job Netflix.<br />
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5.) And one of the other perks of my job is that I get opportunities to go to stuff that I’ve loved for years, like Strictly Come Dancing. It’s the one show me and my whole family all love - it’s just pure joy! And after the hellish year my mum’s been through, it was an absolute privilege to be able to take her and every now and again, I was sneakily look over at her and she was laughing and enjoying herself with so much joy. It filled my heart up with so much love and not gonna lie, it filled my eyes up with tears. <br />
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6.) Christmas calories don’t count, and i may have taken that motto a bit too seriously. Just maybe. My body is made completely out of pigs in blankets, Quality Street sweets and red wine right now. i think when you you cook essentially a Christmas dinner in a pie and plait the crust of it and feeling like flipping Snow White, you’re in full on festive mode aren’t you? I’ve even been gifted sparkly jam that has prosecco and actual glitter in. I mean, I’m living my best damn life right now, but my waistline and health says otherwise.<br />
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7.) Living your best life during Christmas consists of mainly of drinking, dancing, partying and not much sleeping. And as much as i love a life of that, it starts to take it’s toll, and that’s when it’s time to hop of a train back to the shire and switch off for a bit. My fave thing about Christmas is how people bound together with joy and I’m lucky enough to have an amazing family full of love to share that with. And being an aunty in that family to 3 gorgeous nephew and nieces means i get to spoil them rotten and seeing their faces and reactions of pure, unadulterated excitement when they open presents that i’ve put so much thought into buying, makes me feel like there’s no better way for me to spend my hard-earned money.<br />
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1.) My neck hurts from too many hair whips on the dancefloor & I'm still finding glitter on me - THAT'S how fun the xmas party was last night 🎄<br />
2.) Have come to China Town for dim sum with family. Randomly developed a rash out of the blue - am I allergic to my own culture?! 🎎<br />
3.) My friend just told me I look like I'm straight out of a 90s music video & I couldn't be happier with comparison ❄️<br />
4.) Nephew's present consists of Star Wars, Pokémon & McFly's @TomFletcher. Couldn't be more excited, pysched & proud of that combo 🎁 #TopAunty<br />
5.) What do you mean I have to go to work tomorrow and can't sleep in till 10am and have a cheese board as a snack?<br />
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The coolest, most chilled vibes you could want to balance all the cheese and excitement of December. I started hearing this and was thinking ‘oh this is cool, I feel like i’ve come across this sound before?’ And that would be because they supported Jack Garratt when I went to see him and I can say they are fucking brilliant live so go and do that guys and girls.<br />
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I found myself listening to this many a morning on my commute, and i think it was solely to psych myself up to get myself to work and make my commute that bit less shit and that bit more chipper.<br />
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December is an odd time to feel all summery, but this is what this song did. And as much as I am essentially Mrs.Christmas, this made me look forward to sunny summers to come and feel nostalgic about sunny summers past.<br />
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Right, no surprises how this is going to start because 2016 has been a bit of a funny one hasn't it? There's been icons cruelly taken from us, people less than admirable voted into positions of power, and Sean Paul was Christmas no.1</div>
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I was talking to someone about this shambles of a year, and they said 'but I think you, personally, have had a pretty good year. Has it been a good year with shit bits, or a shit year with good bits?' I've thought about this, over and over again, and I truly don't know.<br />
This year, generally and personally, has been so turbulent with more ups and downs than Tigger on speed.<br />
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So I present to you, the 6 commandments that got me through 2016...</div>
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A lot of shit went down and a lot of people said goodbye that affected me more than I ever expected it too. I was down and disappointed about Brexit. I was sad and couldn’t stop listening to Purple Rain on repeat. And I felt silly about how it had made me feel, how emotional I got about it…but I really shouldn’t have.</div>
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These people broke boundaries of social perception, they were brave, they were outspoken, they were hilarious, they bought joy into people’s life and they made others feel less alone. And for these personalities to stop existing anymore, well yeah, hell it’s upsetting. </div>
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Sadness is not a sign of weakness. It’s a sign that you care. So put on your homegirl Adele and sob your little heart out because at the end of the day, it’ll feel so much better when you say hello on the other side. </div>
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Look, we’ve each got our own shit to deal. I get it. But you taking out your drama on me, is not ok hun. Here I was just here chilling, until you bloody rained on my parade. Making me feel shit so you feel better is just not on. It’s like i’m just skipping along in life with my ballon, and you come over and pop it, like…what the fuck?</div>
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<b>3.) Thou shall learn to do fuck all</b><br />
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I’m not very good at not doing much. On the rare weekend I don’t have plans and I plan to just be a couch potato and watch everything on the weekend, more often than not, I fail. UNTIL NOW.<br />
I don't know it's down to my career being more demanding, my social life being busier, or feeling more emotional draining than ever, but this year I’m really mastered the art of doing squat all.<br />
Even when I go away, usually I fill it to the brim with activities and trips to every monument and sight going (I love me a pretty cathedral) but this summer when I went to Ibiza, I did not much else than have walks in the sun, read on the beach, dance the night away and talk the world to rights over sangria and tapas. <br />
Sometimes you really need to make plans to have no plans just to reset and recalibrate. Take time out to look after yourself y'all.</div>
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<b>4) Thou shall not shut up about feminism</b><br />
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And I’m not going to step until men and women have equality rights, in all aspects. End of. </div>
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If you need me, you can usually find me banging on about why we’re still not quite there yet (while on my 4th pint at the pub), retweeting all things Caitlin Moran or spontaneously shouting ‘yasss!’ on the train while reading Amy Poehler. </div>
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<b>5.) Thou shall stand up for one's self.</b><br />
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I hate confrontation and because of there, more often than not I’ll just take myself away from the situation and sit on the sidelines with a gin & tonic and stroking a puppy until it all blows over. <br />
But sadly, my reluctancy for drama and desire for harmony gets taken advantage of, and that’s really not on boo. <br />
So, I told myself to be brave, speak my mind, share my thoughts, be fair and not be aggressive about it. <br />
Whether it’s someone I thought was a friend or someone who’s feelings for me made have hopes of a future together - I’m not there for you to walk over, talk down to, and believe me babes, you haven’t got my feelings sussed out (as much as you’d like to think you have). <br />
Not here to cause a scene but I might be stronger than you think I am and I’m not going to let you make me feel otherwise. </div>
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<b>6. Thou shall fight back</b><br />
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Against inequality and injustice. Whether that be race, gender equality, social class, LGBTQ+ rights or poverty. Unfortunately, life isn’t fair - wouldn't it be swell if it was?<br />
Good people get dealt bad hands and so-called bad people get fucking sweet deals. That’s just how things are sometimes sadly.<br />
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But the worst thing to do is sit back and just take it as it is.<br />
Instead, speak out, get involved - fight the hell back. <br />
And if anyone’s taught me how to fight back like a boss this year, is my mum. <br />
After getting diagnosed and having surgery complications, she never gave up. And never will I again about anything or anyone I care or feel passionate about. </div>
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2016. You’ve been a right doozy, but I’m a strong believer than that things happen for a reason. Yes we’ve cried some tears and might have been knocked back, but I’m a tougher, more informed, passionate person who gave a real fuck, because of it. So cheers for that...I guess?</div>
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2017, please be kinder and bring more hope.</div>
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Life and attempting to be an adult can be hella confusing, and that sometimes leads you to some mixed up outfit choices, like the t-shirt of a troubled teen, teamed with a hat that makes you look like a youth and a glitzy you wore to your graduation.</div>
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If Step Up ever did a collaboration with Pretty Woman (just sayin')</div>
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But then other times, it just makes sense to team sparkle, with sparkle.</div>
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An outfit can sometimes be too sparkly though...SAID NO-ONE EVER.</div>
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And if some sparkle isn't enough to glitz up your day-to-day dressing then it's about time to add some actual magic to it with the moon and the stars.</div>
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Sailor Moon doesn't just save the world, oh no...she saves your outfit too babes.</div>
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And yeah, I know magic can be labelled as dark and mysterious, so sometimes you need to dress the park in sheer tops, high polos mixed with denim, purple lips and sultry CKs </div>
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(pigtail plaits, optional)</div>
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If the dark side ever gets too much though, just throw in a polka dot top with a playful fox into the mix of your matching dark berry skirt and lip.</div>
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Or don your jumper that has fluffy sleeves that makes you feel like a sassy show-pony (because who doesn't want to be one of those?!) and then you can talk all your worries away on your Simpsons phone case. </div>
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Because slogan sweatshirts are for all occasions - whether you're protesting against the shit show of the state the political landscape is in. Or, you jus want to tell everyone that you're a lazy pup and basically going to be mentally out of office until winter is over now.</div>
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Because life's too short not to say - or wear - what you feel. Life should be multi-coloured and faceted.</div>
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Whether that's a rainbow pastel covered coat of fluff (who has £700 for me to bring this coat of dreams home eh? anyone?)...</div>
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1.) Never mind winter is coming Jon Snow, winter is well and truly here. And yes that means i'm shivering to deathwhile waiting for my train (but then immediately boiling when i get on it), but it also means steaming hot drinks, hibernating under blanket and all the autumnal boots, hats and dark lipsticks that you could wish for.</div>
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2.) One of my favourite nights of the year is Bonfire Night. It's just an everning to feel all snuggled up and always feels like the start of the festive season with the cold air, massive scarves and mulled wine. And this year, I made my way up north to Manchester and was huddled around the bonfire with some of my favourite girls, drinking mulled wine and 'ooh-ing' and 'ahh-ing' at al lthe pretty bonfires. We spent the whole weekend basically doing nothing nad it was bliss. We chatted the world to rights on everythng from ironing and feminism, to fluffy jumpers and our hopes and dreams, all while sipping on Baileys hot chocolate covered in a mountain of marshmallows. YUM.</div>
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3.) Someone came into my life as if it was a British romcom from the 90s starring Hugh Grant. We met on the tube (I KNOW) and things were ticking along. I knew he wasn't for life, but he was nice enough and our time spent together was fun enough for, well, now. I'm an eternal optimist and forever want to see the best in people and give them the benefit of the doubt. But sadly, this came person proved me and my glass-half-full nature wrong and came out of it as soon as they came in. I can forgive busy schedules, I can forgive you not a fan of my emojis, but i can't forgive rude-ness. Nop. Boy, BYE.</div>
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4.) There are few things in life that I love more than food and carbs in particular. So when Bella Italia asked me if I wanted to taste their new menu and also learn to cook some of the dishes and how to make fresh pasta myself, I was there quicker than Wilde E.Coyote trying to catch Road Runner. I rolled out dough, tossed some pasta and ate so much delicious Italian food, puddings and wine that I almost needed to be rolled home.<br />
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5.) What better way to get into the festive spirit than ice skating outside the tower of London! but of course, because it's England, it's never long until it rains and ruins all the fun. But fear not, when the ice rink turns into a slippery hazard, there's an ice bar and a tour of the Tower to indulge in. Learning abotu the Tower of London made me feel like I was on a school and also like I know nothing about the city I live in as I soaked up and was equally creeped out and fascinated by all the history. </div>
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6.) I went to a few screenings this month which including the magical Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and the fabulous E! series on Mariah Carey. But a big tick in my book for very different reasons, but the fact that at the Mariah screening there were diva-appropriate pink cocktails and a gold glittery photobooth that had a wind machine kinda was just like being in a diva playground.</div>
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7.) Jack Garratt is some kind of musical genius. Him, drums, a sound baord and some back up singers and it was was of the most engaging gigs I've been to. And the best thing is despite absolutely killing it on the scene, he's still got so much genuine excitment, creativity and adorable disbelief that he gets to do what he gets to do as living, and I think we can all afford to be a bit more Jack Garratt in our jobs.</div>
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1.) In an attempt to drown my sorrows, I went to the vending machine & it dished out 2 of my selected treat. World's not COMPLETELY broken then<br />
2.) Reading stories w/my nephew this moring & he stopped to say 'Amy, I'm having fun with you!' HEART. MELTED.<img alt="💓" aria-label="Emoji: Beating heart" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" height="200" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f493.png" style="background-color: #f5f8fa; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.26px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Beating heart" width="193" /></div>
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3.) <span style="background-color: white; color: #292f33; font-family: inherit; white-space: pre-wrap;">When you see a photo of young Trump & have the awful realisation that your ex looks like him </span><img alt="😳" aria-label="Emoji: Flushed face" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f633.png" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: inherit; height: 1.25em; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Flushed face" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #292f33; font-family: inherit; white-space: pre-wrap;"> (key word here being EX </span><img alt="🙈" aria-label="Emoji: See-no-evil monkey" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f648.png" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: inherit; height: 1.25em; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="See-no-evil monkey" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #292f33; font-family: inherit; white-space: pre-wrap;">)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #292f33; font-family: inherit; white-space: pre-wrap;">5.) "The pièce de résistance was the hash brown" - an actual thing I said. (And I meant it. It was a pork belly & hash brown quesillda guys!)</span></div>
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<i>1.) Sexual - Neiked ft.Dyo</i><br />
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Not to get TMI but this song is as it suggests, a lil bit sexual. ALSO, how does she hit those high notes? Believe me, I've tried in the shower, and I can tell you it does NOT sound the same.<br />
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For some reason I was a bit obsessed with this song when I was about 15 and although I'm not sure why, my god do I applaud teenage me. It makes me want to do knee slides on a bar countertop in a Coyote Ugly style, and whips my hair into a backcombed mess.<br />
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<i>3.) After the afterparty - Charli XCX</i><br />
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October means winter is well and truly here, and well, with early nights and darker mornings, that means darker clothes. But before you feel too glum, remember that the festive season is also on it's way! So glitz up your gladrags with gold-stitched shorts, skirts and belts.</div>
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Or just, y'know, go the whole hog. If MC Hammer wore playsuits, this is SO what he would be rockin'</div>
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Perfect for a night of drinking and dancing, but sadly I will never learn that money and calories seem to still count on the weekend (sigh)</div>
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Yep. Sadly a baller at the weekends, and just plain ol' skint throughout the rest of the week. At least spend my weekend wearing sassy thigh highs and a swishy Lakers dress, trying to be a different kind of baller.</div>
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And even when the daily grind of your skint life gets to you, you know you can brighten it up with multicoloured scarves and skirts!</div>
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But why does the dressing up and fun have to be restricted just to Halloween?! If you need me, I'll be wearing ALL the jazzy accessories from crystal tiaras and fluffy scarves to shimmering butterfly heels.</div>
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But at the end of the day, surprise, surprise! This girl loves a bit of pink - whether it's in the form of spots...</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">1.) October has basically been intervals os being jam-packed busy with plans, and then being a lazy coach potato. One day i might get the perfect balance instead of going from one extreme to another, but for now, this is what my life looks like.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">2.) What better way to spend get over the hump in the middle of the week than go bake the biggest cake you ever did see, and being taught to do so by a past Bake-Off winner. It felt my ateries clogging up with diabetes as I was making the chocolate and sweets covered doubled up monster, but my-god was it worth it. Drinking bubbly and icing chocolate fingers on a cake with your buddy. What a great British evening eh!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">3.) For my birthday, my flatmates got this yoga-loving bear a trip to do yoga while overlooking the city of London at the top of the Shard. So at the crack of dawn, I headed out into a crisp and quiet central London and my god, the early morning was more than worth it. I spent an hour just contemplating the big ol' city while stretching every limb. I left feeling refreshed and relaxed - just the R&R this bear needed in the midst of the London hubbub.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">4.) Growing up with 2 older brothers meant I was a bit of a game freak. You might not of guessed what with the fluffy lilac bag and sparkly skirts, but throw a Nintendo controller my way and i'm a happy bunny. So a bar where you can play arcade and videos games - old and new - until your heart's content? I'm running there quicker than a a blue shell flying through Mario Kart. And with such a fab place, it was hardly surprising that it was busy and filled to the brim with people having a ball. So when it came to time for me and my friend Thea wanting to play some old school N64, we made some gaming buddies. They scoffed with pity as they offered me the character of Princess Peach and picked 50cc for our benefit. Cue me whopping their asses on Mario Kart and Thea thrashing them on SNES Street Fighter. If that isn't girl power, well, then I don't know what is.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">5.) And now onto night out of a completely different calibre. For my gorgeous friend Chez's birthday. I went for the nicest pre-drinks of sushi and Prosecco (come a long way since the days of Apple Sourz and Dominoes!) before heading to Piano Works which was THE most fun! With a live piano band taking centre stage, there's no set list, the crowd hopped up on tequila shots and beer request all the songs and they just kill it each and every single time. Form Outkast and Gangsta's Paradise to All About That Bass and Spice Girls and everyone is just having a ball. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">6.) Having a couple of days of holiday left to use up at work, I used up some for a long weekend to go back home for some peace and quiet from the city life. Life and work and all that's in between is so damn tiring - being an adult is tough y'all! So sometimes you just need to go back to your hometown, to your parents and just sleep, be fed and spend afternoons chasing your nephew from a field of pumpkins. Feel like a new woman after that long weekend! That is, until I got back to London and hopped on the tube...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">7.) I love a theme so it's unsurprising that I love Halloween. Our house was covered in cobwebs, we were splattering blood (fake, of course) all over my flatmate's wedding dress ("Zombie bride? An ex-wife" - name that film!) After going my fave babe Ariel fora friend's birthday before, i've been desperate to go as Ursula for Halloween and finally did it. There was purple in my face, white in my hair and gin in my tummy. Which I'm pretty sure is why I felt like a poor unfortunate soul the next morning... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #292f33; white-space: pre-wrap;">1.) Life as the youngest person in the office: my editor just asked me if I new what a jukebox was </span><img alt="😂" aria-label="Emoji: Face with tears of joy" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f602.png" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #292f33; height: 1.25em; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Face with tears of joy" /><img alt="👧🏻" aria-label="Emoji: Girl (light skin tone)" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f467-1f3fb.png" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #292f33; height: 1.25em; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Girl (light skin tone)" /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">3.) People need to go on more 'mate-dates' cus @delphinechui & I went from social media buddies to IRL friends <img alt="👊🏼" aria-label="Emoji: Fisted hand sign (medium light skin tone)" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f44a-1f3fc.png" style="background-color: #f5f8fa; border: 0px; color: #292f33; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.26px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Fisted hand sign (medium light skin tone)" /><span style="background-color: #f5f8fa; color: #292f33; letter-spacing: 0.26px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>#LevelUp </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">4.) Just had Diet Coke moment: Hot moving guy came into our female filled office. Tried to be cool, strut by. Fell into a door intstead..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">5.) Haven't seen my aunt for a while and she just said 'have you said thank you to your mum & dad for making you so beautiful?...WHAT?!? <img alt="😂" aria-label="Emoji: Face with tears of joy" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f602.png" style="background-color: #f5f8fa; border: 0px; color: #292f33; height: 1.25em; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Face with tears of joy" /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">1.) I am a fully-fledged feminist through and through so when H&M released this bomb-dope ad showing what it REALLY means to be a lady, i was all on board. Being a lady doesn’t just mean swanning around mansions and swishing their dresses in fields. They also get on the tube and love to chow down on meals. Oh, and that babe that is Lion Babe’s cover of a Tom Jones classic encompasses this perfectly. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">2.) Little Mix are one of the only and best girl bands around at the moment. Watching them perform and sing sassy lil’ songs as a something makes me feel the same kind of girl power that I felt when I was throwing peace signs to Spice Girls in my bedroom. And when it comes to break-up songs, there’s the ones that you just want to sob to as you drown in your bottle of wine, but after that, you need something feisty and this is that. When you need to say to your ex, ‘yeah it’s nice what we had and yeah i was sad for a bit, but i’m so much better than ok now so cheers for that.’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">3.) This is just one of those songs that make you want to ditch just plain ol’ walking all together and stut like you own the place. I find a new one of these songs ever so often, but sadly my grounds for strutting around is just the the northern line on the London underground, which usually is accompanied with mice , At lease this song makes it feel more glam than that eh? </span></div>
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September had a trip to Ibiza stored so once again, it was time to do some packing (which I always go overboard with...standard)</div>
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Well crop tops and hot pants ahoy first of all, surely.</div>
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Secondly, anything with a palm tree or tropical print is going STRAIGHT in my suitcase</div>
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Oh and no holiday's compete without your watermelon bikini of course, otherwise water-melon-choly time away that would be am I right?</div>
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But it's sad times when you come back from holiday and go back to work. That means no more crop tops and tropical kimonos on a daily basis. Not really office appropriate is it? No. Didn't think so. </div>
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But fear not, you can carry on the khaki colour theme of your summer tropical forest with a slinky chained crop top to go with your ripped high waisted jeans. Feel weirdly like I'm in Liberty X and I weirdly don't hate that...</div>
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And even if you have got a bit of holiday blues, don't fight it, show it via your outfits. Blue skirts, blue bombers, blue camis - blue e'rything y'all.</div>
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What can I say? I just can't enough of the khaki - and I've even upped the anti and pimped out my camo coat with some pretty pins.</div>
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You can put the girly girl into an army jacket, and she'll find some way to make it more girly with sassy pin badges and floral embroidered jeans. </div>
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And if flowery jeans weren't jazzy enough, you can mermaid your way through Monday like a shimmering mermaid with your sparkly pleated skirt. Toughened up with a Biggie Smalls tee, naturally.</div>
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When the sparkles get to much, be safe in the knowledge that you can always slide them off in favour for your trusty dungas - available in blue and blue - and perfect with a sheer, pastel top.</div>
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Dungas are all fun and games hwen you're pint-sized a la me. Can we just start naming heights in a more exciting way please? Instead of 5ft 5, you can just call me fun-sized. Like a mini Milky Way Celebration if you will.</div>
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Wrapping myself in a lilac and white strappy mini dress with white heels that Cupid has given it's stamp of approval of with a glittery pink heart and arrow - who knew Daisy Duck could be such a style inspiration eh?</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06004850059207945355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939110309504972418.post-83347599642881786472016-10-07T22:22:00.001+01:002016-10-07T22:23:42.588+01:00Month by Numbers: Ibiza heat <div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">1.) At the very beginning of this month, I headed to Ibiza and it was the perfect remedy that came at the most perfect time. After what were some of the worst months of my life, I got to get away to a sunny paradise with some of my favourite people. We danced, we did nothing on the beach and our meals consisted mostly of sangria and gelato. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This is uber-melty, but there was one point on the holiday where we were on one of the most beautiful beaches in the world (6th in fact FYI) and I went for a swim on my own in the bluest, most crystal clear water I've seen in my life. And there was not a worry or thought in my mind and before I know it, I'd swam so far out, I was just on my own and I just felt truly content for the first time in ages. After all that's happened this year, I was just floating there thinking 'You know what? It's really not all that shit. Life's OK. I'm OK.'</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">2.) After coming back from Ibiza tanned and filled with tequila, I spent a whole weekend with my bestie and a bunch of boys from Sheffield who I have a blast with every time I see them. Which would be once. I've met them once before. One weekend last year, I spent a weekend with my BBF, and her boyfriend had some uni friends stay. We all ended up hanging out all weekend and becoming friends - isn't that just the sweetest story you ever did hear? And this time, we drank a lot, and played a lot of games (because, you know, we're really cool like that)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">3.) Sadly, all those drinks and games means a lack of sleep and an increased chance of feeling pretty rubbish. Probably not the best combo before you do a 5K charity run for Cancer Research. BUT, even after 5 hours sleep and being low-key hanging, I laced up my trainers, travelled from North to South London and threw myself (literally) into the mud that is the Pretty Muddy 5K. I'm not even joking, there was mud EVERYWHERE. In places where mud should never, ever be. But we did it! We raised over £350 for an amazing cause, which was made even more amazing after receiving the news that my no.1 gal Mama Lo had been given the all clear from the Big C after showing it who's boss, just like we all knew she would. </span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: inherit;">4.) Ah the Bake-Off. It'll come as no surprise that I'm a massive Bake-Off fan. In fact, last year, me and my flatmate baked something each week to go the theme of said week. I love how wholesome it is. I love the cheeky innuendos. I love the characters on it. I love Mary Berry. I love how a whole nation is gripped by a show about cakes and soggy bottoms. And then, it all came tumbling down all so suddenly! First, it was moving to Channel 4. Then the hilarious Mel & Sue were leaving. And the final blow, the Queen herself Mary Berry bowed out. This current series of the Bake-Off is the last one as we know it, and I am not emotionally prepared for that guys.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">5.) Hi, my name's Amy and I've become obsessed with pin badges. They're sassy and cute and creative and teeny tiny and up my accessorises game in a big way. But sadly, they're also starting to drain my bank account in a big way too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">6.) And speaking of little things, I've been doing more little gestures. I know what a heartwarming surprise it is when you get or hear something you really didn't expect to. So I've been writing postcards left, right and centre for my friends. To cheer them up, to encourage them, to thank them, and just to say hello. And I'm hoping they've loved the sentiment as much as I've loved sending them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">7.) A mixture of holiday blues and that back-to-school slump of September meant that I felt like I was in need of about 50 hours sleep, 50 cups of tea and cuddles with 50 puppies. Fortunately, one of my fave babes told me to come up North where she could provide me with lie-ins, all the teas I could ever ask for and 1 adorable puppy. She even threw in a 10-course fancy and fabulous Italian dinner and some dancing as well. She knows the way to my heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">1.) Catching up on </span><span class="twitter-hashflag-container" style="background-color: white; display: inline-block; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a class="twitter-hashtag pretty-link js-nav" data-query-source="hashtag_click" dir="ltr" href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/GBBO?src=hash" style="background: transparent; text-decoration: none;">#GBBO</a><a dir="ltr" href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/GBBO?src=hash" style="background: transparent; text-decoration: none;"><img alt="" class="twitter-hashflag" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/hashflags/GBBO_1_Extended/GBBO_1_Extended.png" style="border: 0px; height: 1.25em; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; width: 1.25em;" /></a></span><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;"> on the train. Man asleep next to me woke up as I let out an audible gasp at someone forgetting to turn on their oven </span><img alt="😅" aria-label="Emoji: Smiling face with open mouth and cold sweat" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f605.png" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; height: 1.25em; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Smiling face with open mouth and cold sweat" /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">2.) Playing Heads Up at the pub & Vera Wang came up. Me: designer makes lovely wedding dresses! <img alt="👰🏻" aria-label="Emoji: Bride with veil (light skin tone)" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f470-1f3fb.png" style="background-color: #f5f8fa; border: 0px; height: 1.25em; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; text-align: left; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Bride with veil (light skin tone)" /> Lads: surname sounds like a DICK <img alt="🙈" aria-label="Emoji: See-no-evil monkey" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f648.png" style="background-color: #f5f8fa; border: 0px; height: 1.25em; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; text-align: left; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="See-no-evil monkey" /><img alt="🍆" aria-label="Emoji: Aubergine" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f346.png" style="background-color: #f5f8fa; border: 0px; height: 1.25em; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; text-align: left; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Aubergine" /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">3.) Something in my lad of washing has made all my clothes glittery...whilst I don't love it, I don't hate it either<span style="background-color: #f5f8fa; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><img alt="✨" aria-label="Emoji: Sparkles" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/2728.png" style="background-color: #f5f8fa; border: 0px; height: 1.25em; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; text-align: left; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Sparkles" /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">4.) Let's just get this out of the way. Thing I don't like that everything else loves: avocado, Idris Elba, chocolate orange & salted caramel..<img alt="😬" aria-label="Emoji: Grimacing face" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f62c.png" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; height: 1.25em; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; text-align: left; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Grimacing face" /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">5.) Can never remember how to do an accented 'e' on my keyboard. Always end up googling Beyonc<span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">é</span> and copy & paste. PROFESSIONAL JOURNO Y'ALL <img alt="😅" aria-label="Emoji: Smiling face with open mouth and cold sweat" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f605.png" style="background-color: #f5f8fa; border: 0px; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.26px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; text-align: left; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Smiling face with open mouth and cold sweat" /><span style="background-color: #f5f8fa; letter-spacing: 0.26px; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><img alt="👊" aria-label="Emoji: Fisted hand sign" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f44a.png" style="background-color: #f5f8fa; border: 0px; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.26px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; text-align: left; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Fisted hand sign" /></span><br />
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This makes me feel like a genuine cool girl, no matter how much I may not be. If you see you strutting down the street and swooshing my hair, 90% certain this is what's playing on my headphones.<br />
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2.) Little Mix - Move<br />
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I feel in love with this song with my BBF 2 years ago at uni, and even now, it still makes me dance like I wish I was in a girl band. Sass-central y'all<br />
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3.) Kanye West - Fast<br />
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If the other 2 songs make me feel like feisty and cool independent women, this song makes me feel tough and ready to box about 10 rounds in the ring. Neither of which I am, but the bass lines and auto-tuned singing in this makes for a good disguise for it<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06004850059207945355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939110309504972418.post-11334821992057873052016-09-27T14:18:00.001+01:002016-09-27T14:18:21.906+01:006 style struggles every girl has going into autumn...<div style="text-align: center;">
Even though I haven’t been in education for a few years now, every time that September rolls around, I still get that dread of going back to school. Yep, summer is done and dusted for yet another year and autumn is rearing it’s head again, those awkward dilemmas of what to wear during this trasitional period appear once again.</div>
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<i><b>1.) Layer it up like a Mary Berry cake</b></i></div>
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This is especially true if you live in that there Big Smoke of London. It’s still stupidly hot on the tube due to there being about 200 people packed into a carriage about the size of a sardine tin. But the sun’s not making an appearance as often and it’s getting chillier with each day you walk to work. You wanna wear something breezy for the commute but wrap up warm for everything else. Cue you wearing more layers than a cake in the Bake Off, and you dressing and undressing more times in a day than you care to wish to.</div>
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<i><b>2.) Right, so how long can you hang onto that tan you got on holiday?</b></i></div>
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You've caught a bit of the sun and now you’re feeling like a bronzed goddess from your summer holiday. The sun’s fading, but you don’t want your tan to be as well! So you do everything with all your might to stay golden while the skies turn grey. You wear loads of white to flaunt it - while you’ve still got it and everything. You invest in some of that after-sun that has a bit of fake tan in it and your bedding ends up smelling of biscuits. But in the end, you just had to do like Elsa from Frozen and just Let it Go. You’re going to be so wrapped up soon anyway, that you won’t see any skin, never mind a tan.</div>
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<i><b>3.) I love and hate tights simultaneously.</b></i></div>
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As a loyal skirt wearer, they are an essential in my wardrobe as soon as those leaves start falling - I don’t know how i’d live without them! But my god, I love strutting around with bare legs. And the fact that they have to be prisoned once more by an 80-denier prison makes me so sad. Let’s also not forget that those little menaces ladder like crazy, you have to buy so many pairs that it ends up costing more than your rent, are just so unattractive. You will never feel more unattractive than the split moment you catch yourself in the mirror as your getting ready and you’ve just got your bra on, and a pair of tights pulled all the way to your bellybutton.</div>
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<i><b>4.) Dust off those jackets and coats boy and girls.</b></i></div>
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Once upon a time, you could leave the house and go the whole day with just the top on your back. But those days are over my friend. Even your trusty denim jacket that goes with everything won’t even suffice now. Nop. You’re going to have to slowly step away from the jackets and infiltrate some big, snuggly coats back into your life.</div>
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<i><b>5.) Better say seyonara to your sandals!</b></i></div>
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There’s no way that your little tootsies can withstand the ever declinging climates without being snuggled up in a pair of socks in the comfort of a pair of closed toe shoes. On the rare occasion you get ready in the morning and the sun’s peeking through and you think you can get away with one more appearance from your fave summer sandals, by midday you’ll realise what a grave mistake you’ve made</div>
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<i><b>6.) Who knew you had such a GREAT winter wadrobe eh?!</b></i></div>
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Yes i know it’s sad to say farewell to those flirty and floaty skirts and sassy and strappy tops. But the upshot of all of this is that all of a sudden you feel like you have a completely new wardrobe to play dress up with. More jazzy jumpers, snuggly scarves and bangin’ boots that you can shake a stick at.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06004850059207945355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939110309504972418.post-9649199458110718972016-09-15T17:09:00.000+01:002016-09-15T17:09:01.995+01:00Alright there August?<div style="text-align: center;">
August has been busy with a capital 'B', but that's not a problem when you've got bright and breezy pyjamas to chill out and recharge your batteries in. Whether they be laced with pom-poms all along the edge or printed with punchy pineapples, you're no doubt in for a lazy Sunday. </div>
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And why so busy you ask? (you probably didn't ask that really) Well, let me tell you anyway boys and girls.<br />
Technically at the very back end of July, but overlapping into August, one of my dearest, closest and loveliest people I know, got married.<br />
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I love a wedding. Any excuse to drink, be happy and dress up am I right? So i put on my brightest and boldest maxi dress and snazziest, metallic dancing shoes on for the big day ahead. But c'mon, we all know I can't do sensible and sophiscated all the way, hence the chill pill bag. Very on-brand.<br />
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But when I'm not crying tears of happiness over my friends saying 'I do', you won't be that suprised to know that you'll often find me in a pair of dungarees, or something with straps that I'm buckled up in.</div>
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Suede, green, chiffon, pink - it's got it all! </div>
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See. Dungarees aren't just for 5-year-olds. Neither is Barbie - don't believe me?</div>
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For once in the UK, the summer has actually felt like, well, summer! But with the summer heat PLUS the tube, all clothes have to be floaty please.</div>
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That includes strapless pink dresses that make you feel like a pretty pig...<br />
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...pleated gold collutes that even MC Hammer would be jealous of, and silky flared pants that are so jazzy that you feel a bit like Princess Jazz-mine.</div>
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And if you happen to head to the beach, why not dress like a piece of Brighton rock to fit in?</div>
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or some simples stripes will do. And when I say 'simple' I mean the mullet version of the skirt word, paired with an equally as simplistic sheer, sparkly shirt with a sassy slogan. </div>
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Even though, hot damn, it's summer in the city (5 points if you get that reference), I still like to be one with nature with cactus on a pair of prickly pants. Oh, and lace and florals? A match-made in heaven surely.</div>
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Or step into the jungle, with some leopard print - whether that be in the normal or snow variety. And you know there's fun and games don't you know? Games that belong on a Sega Megadrive, worthy of a Sega Megababe. </div>
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At times, life gets so dreamy that you want to wear an equally as dreamy marbled shirt.</div>
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Not everything's been rosy though, but when times are tough, you put your gold crown and put your game face on like a Queen because it'll all be fine in the end. Because it always is.<br />
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1.) One of the most important people in my life had received from pretty life-changing news, and had to have some equally as life-changing surgery. What we thought was a success and left us feeling relieved, quickly and suddenly changed and turned into heartbreak, uncertainty and a lot of waiting around. Thankfully, the NHS are amazing, as if my tiny but tough mum. I've never been so emotionally and physically drained and tired, and also so proud and happy how close and loving my family are. </div>
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2.) Well, when it rains sometimes it really likes to fucking pour it down doesn't it? Within the same month with the absolute shit-show that happened with my mum, I had a second shit-show of a break up. Which happened pretty suddenly, pretty much out of my control and ironically, after a bit of a turning point of us as a couple. No, we weren't together for that long. No, I'm not heartbroken, just left with a bit of a heavy heart. But I don't think he or anyone but I will ever really know how much it actually took my to let my guard down and commit my feelings to someone. But I am - as I knew I will be - fine! Because, you always am in the end aren't you?</div>
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3.) And you know part of the reason I know I'll always be right as rain eventually? Because I have amazing and caring people in my life that I'm lucky enough to call my friends. Friends who know you're having a pretty fucking rubbish time that's dampened even your usual Disney-esque optimistic persona. And they send you surprise presents in the post and meet up with you with roses to keep your life rosy and remind you to be brave, even if sometimes you don't feel it.</div>
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4.) Apart from the major ups and downs, there's still the constant love and support of my amazing family and friends, who turned what could have been an August spent moping around, into a month filled with new memories that'll make me smile.<br />
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5.) I love books. No biggie, I know. But if you know how much I resented reading, you'll get what a big deal it is for me that I've tapped into my love of reading. I tend to find myself reading a lot of non-fiction from American comedians and my absolute goddess, Caitlin Moran. But I completely fell in love with the characters and story of The Rosie Project. I gasped, I rooted for them, I was invested and I whizzed through that book and was sad when I realised I'd reached the end. But never fear! The sequel, The Rosie Effect, is on it's way in the post already, and I can't wait to be obsessed once more.</div>
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6.) As much as I love London, growing up in suburbia and being from that there up North, I really bloody miss some greenery. And yeah i know, there's parks and fields upon fields in The Big Smoke as well, but it usually involves a significant amount of travel. Enter, what is essential a big-ass greenhouse filled with enough plants until your heart's content. Both in central London, if you're aching for some leaves and nature, head to The Barbican Conservatory or The Sky Garden. You can thank me later.</div>
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7.) I'm a BIG Friends fan (who isn't eh?) so, wondering around Monica's apartment discussing Nestle tollhouse recipes, singing Smelly Cat at Central Perk and flipping up the barca-loungers in Joey and Chandler's was enough to make my little fangirl heart flutter. And if that wasn't enough, with cocktails named 'Pivot', well, what more could you ask for eh? </div>
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1.) It's been the longest weekend & emotionally draining. But the Lo family assemble, get through it & ofc eat lots ❤️</div>
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2.) Recovering from laughing in stitches from a meeting where we & my
editor ended up doing renditions of X Factor songs...I love my job 🎤</div>
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3.) Can retailers stop rolling out AW16 pieces already please? I'm not ready
for knitwear & my legs to be prisoned by tights again, NOT YET! <span class="emoji" style="border: 0px; color: #2458a1; font-family: "apple color emoji" , "segoe ui emoji" , "notocoloremoji" , "segoe ui symbol" , "android emoji" , "emojisymbols"; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://emojipedia.org/face-with-no-good-gesture-type-1-2/" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #2458a1; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">🙅🏻</a></span><a href="http://emojipedia.org/fallen-leaf/" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #2458a1; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="emoji" style="border: 0px; font-family: "apple color emoji" , "segoe ui emoji" , "notocoloremoji" , "segoe ui symbol" , "android emoji" , "emojisymbols"; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">🍂</span></a></div>
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1.) Becky Hill - False Alarm</div>
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This makes me fell all a bit emosh - especially when I'm talking to the station early in the moring - and i can't quite put my finger onto why that is. It makes me feel like anything could be round th corner and anything's possible if you just give it a chance. Ironic really, given that I got into this song during mentioned break-up, when the lyrics are all about finding someone when you didn't expect to...</div>
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This song makes me feels things that I didn't know were possible by a song. It makes me feel nostalgic, a yearning, sadness, hope and almost even, dare I say it, aroused?! all at once. Oh and that build up in intensity towards the end? I don't know how you do it Mr. Odell, but hates off to you sir. </div>
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Ok, enough of all the lovey dovey songs, with an upcoming holiday with the girls, with lots of dancing and drinks planned, a party tune and needed and this fitted the criteria perfectly. Cue the killer moves. </div>
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Yep. The shoulders have been well and truly out to play this July, and boy oh boy, did those girls get a lot of action.</div>
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From one-sleeved tropical numbers to bardot styles of dreamy woodland of watercolour prints (which, not to brag, I made myself! well, the fashion degree has to come into use at some point...)</div>
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Strappy to strapless, I just couldn't get those sassy shoulders to settle down. </div>
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But thankfully, I have plenty of party playsuits and lacy pastel pieces to show off said shoulders, and even some twinkly temporary tattoos to accessorize them. Well, what else did you expect from me eh?</div>
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Throw on a choker as well and you're ready for a school disco like it's 1999.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ever the 90s girl, when it was </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit;">the 20th anniversary since Spice Girls' Wannabe came out & not even intentionally, people at work had pointed out I'd dressed in full Girl Power mode complete with a Scary Spice dress on. Spice Girls just runs through my veins so much, I just knew!</span></div>
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Can't let the shoulders take all of the spotlight now though can we? Not when there's not-so-subtle things like big puffy tutus on offer as well. </div>
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Sometimes, that's all a bit too much though, and you just want to throw on a wonderful white dress and feel like you're off to Wimbledon. Or just wear jeans with a novelty tee of your homegirl, Daisy Duck. Yes. I know. ME. In jeans and trainers. </div>
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And even perhaps look, dare I say, a bit sophisticated in a laced-up, backless, floral not-so-little maxi number, while swanning around the streets of Lisbon.</div>
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But who are we kidding eh? I'm always going to revert back to something a bit more colourful and nd up looking like a stick of Brighton rock. Well, with the city of Lisbon being so beautifully busy and rainbow-coloured, it'd be rude not to! </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06004850059207945355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6939110309504972418.post-86354691763520726372016-08-08T10:37:00.003+01:002016-08-08T10:37:26.856+01:00Month by Numbers: Lisbon, love & life<div style="text-align: center;">
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1.) I’ve been looking forward to July for SO long and for SO many reasons. And while there was a small bump in the road, there were holidays planned, weddings to attend and a relationship to blossom. Simultaneously one of the worst and best months I’ve ever known.</div>
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2.) You know that small bump in the road I mentioned? Well, my mum receieved some bad news and although it’s the last thing anyone ever wants to hear about a loved one, it’s the best of a bad situatuation. And do you know what the best thing is? How flipping great my family are. We all love each other so much that without asking we all assembled together like the Power Rangers and were there for my mum – and each other – without a second’s thought. And the thing that has caught me off guard to make me weep like a baby the most, is the support and love and well wished thoughts that people around me in my life have given. From hugs, and deep chats, to flowers and little notes and even just a text. It’s all meant so much and really reiterated to me just what great people I have in my life. Thanks chick-a-dees.</div>
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3.) The perfect remedy to being a bit drained from a mad emotional rollercoaster, is a getaway to the colourful city that is Lisbon. I truly fell head over heels in love with the capitol of Portugal, and the people in it. It has everything you could possibly want in one place – rooftop bars with RnB songs to bust your dancemoves over the sparkly skyline, authentic, fresh and amazingly delicious food, palaces and castles aplenty, clear blue water lapping onto the scorching hot beach, and more pretty balconies, brightly coloured building and more jaw-droppingly impressive graffiti than you could shake a stick at.</div>
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4.) After what seemed like a lifetime of scrolling on Rightmove and going to viewings of places that weren’t ever quite The One, we finally found a new house to move into, and guys, it’s pretty damn dreamy. We’ve got a garden of luscious green space and everything. AND THE WARDROBE. I can’t even begin to explain to you just HOW fab it is. You can even hop out of my window and sit yourself on the roof and watch the sun set. If that’s not great, then I don’t know what is.</div>
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5.) Summer brings out the drinker in me (not that there’s much to bring out to be fair..) It’s the late sunsets, it’s the Pimms, it’s the pub garedens. And when brans like Rekordelig and Stella Artois invite me to their brilliant and boozy events, well, who am I to say no? So in comes the sweet Swedish summertimes of grilled meat and floral feasts, and the wacky, weird and wonderful immersive theatre experiences of being transferred to 1809 Wimbledon, solving crimes with Sherlock Holmes. Yes. I know. It felt as weird typing that as it did for you reading it.</div>
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6.) And with these summer months, come the summer nights, like Danny and Sandy sang with all their might in Grease. Summer nights that consist of FINALLY going to see the The Lion King on the West End (I know, criminal for someone whose loved Disney all their life), 1920s bar in old underground stations to surprise your friend who's back from travelling, and a picnic and Pimms date while watching the sun set over the London skyline (yes I know how soppy that sounds, and yes, it was delightful thank you very much.)</div>
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7.) One of my closest friends and most beautiful human beings - inside and out - that I know, got married and I honestly felt priviledged to be invited to her and her newly-wed's husband's special day. 3 years ago, these 3 girls and I didn't even know one another, and after this date being on my calender for a year and a half, the big day finally arrived and I couldn't have felt more content, happy and joyous the entire day! We cried (a lot), we cheers-ed, we hugged, we laughed and we were the first and last ones on the dancefloor. Naturally.</div>
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1.) Last night my flatmates went to a party - I declined, started my #OITNB binge, did my nails & eat doughnuts in an empty flat. IT WAS BLISS 🍩</div>
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2.) The Pokémon Go app is now more popular in Tinder and that's exactly the kind of world I want to live in <img alt="⚡️" aria-label="Emoji: High voltage sign" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" height="200" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/26a1.png" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.26px; line-height: 32px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="High voltage sign" width="193" />✔️🔥✖️</div>
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3.) I miss singing hymns. But as @anna_tabs points out it's not the same if you're not with a congragatio. You're doing Sing Hosanna alone 👼🏻🎶⛪</div>
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5.) BF: 'you look sexy - & I never thought I'd say that about a pair of culottes...' Changing perceptions on fashion💪</div>
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<i>1.) M.O - Who Do You Think Of?</i></div>
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Sassy 90s R'n'B throwback anyone? I became obsessed with these girls when the came out with Dance On My Own with an old-school sample of 90s garage, and I'm so psyched that these girls are finally getting the recognition they deserve!</div>
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<i>2.) Disclosure - Boss</i></div>
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I love those Disclosure boys and this song is no exception. Over a month on and when this song comes on my shuffle, I still stut along the tube platform like I'm the boss. Yep. That's what this song will do to you guys.</div>
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<i>3.) Christine and the Queens - Tilted</i></div>
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Whimsical and good ol' pop at it's best. If this doesn't make you feel you're meandering along the street of Paris with a bouquet of Peonies in your bicycle basket, well, then I don't think we can be friends. Soz. </div>
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Rain and grey skies is no way to spend June, so I took matters into my own hands and packed up all the essentials a gal needs for a couple of days in the sun, and jetted off to Portugal with an old friend. </div>
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And beofre you know it, the Wilma Flinstone bikini was thrown on, plaits were braided and there were magically cocktails and wine to hand.</div>
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And if that wasn't enough, I also got to frolic around a deserted island in a Morrocan tile rinted one-piece. But with all the cut-outs and deep plunge, had to make sure I didn't frolic TOO hard. Don't want any wardrobe malfunctions being posted to Snapchat now do we...</div>
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After a hard day of lying in the sun and splashing in the sea, it's only right you treat yourself to some Portugese green wine (it's AMAZING) and local tapas while dressed in a strapless lace dress that's as orange as the orange trees that fill the town.</div>
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Sadly, holidays DO have to come to an end at some point and although you have to return back to the 9-5 grind, jsut feel safe in the knowledge knowing that everything in life is better with a tan. So flaunt that badass kiss you got from the sun with a strappy cold-shoulder top in bright white and a pop of pink lippy. Holiday blues have ever looked so good!</div>
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Someimes though, not enough pink in the world is enough to save the political state of the world and you need to dress to match your campaign sticker and say 'Hey bouys and gulls - please remember to vote!'</div>
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But somehow, I don't think dressing up as a grown up ballerina will quite do for a swanky brunch on the 40th floor overlooking the London city skyline. And when those times come along, it's time to whip out the swishy and starry printed dress that makes me feel like in a carefree Stevi nicks who's just swoshing her flared sleeves through life. </div>
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Who knew that trainers from your adolescence could be so versatile eh? Team with your fave brightly coloured fun and flirty strappy dress, or with a graphic covered Adidas top and stripy skirt combo that makes you feel as cool as Gwen Stefani (even if you don't LOOK as cool as her...sigh...)</div>
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And as if bringing your footwear back from your youth wasn't enough, I still rock the same hairstyles I sported back from my childhood. High half-up ponytail anyone? All I'm missing is a bone going through it and I could be Pebbles from the flipping Flinstones.</div>
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<span class="s1">1.) June is supposed to be filled with British BBQs, Pimms o'clock and other summer-filled fun activities. Unfortunately, as is standard with English weather, ol' Blighty had other plans. So I skipped over to Portugal for some sunshine and drowned my weather-based sorrows in lots and lots of bloomin' good food.</span></div>
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2.) And my god, was I glad I booked that little trip to Portugal. My usual getaway of a city break are all well and good, but usually jam-packed with plans, miles upon miles of walking and being a top-explorer of culture. As much as I love and live for that, it was nice to go to somewhere with a small town, and spend the rest of the holiday lying on a deserted beach, sipping cocktails by the pool, catching up over drinks and just generally have a pretty laid back time. Faro - thanks for the R&R that I didn't even know I was in such much need for (less thanks for the awkward tan lines...)</div>
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3.) My parents have recently got smart phones, and so the Lo family Whatsapp group was born, because, you know, I just don't have quite enough group chats on my Whatsapp... It's so nice to have somewhere we can all check-in and share moments of our days, although, I don't think my mum has quite gotten the hang of emojis just yet! </div>
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4.) Food glorious food! This month saw me ticking a box of brunch with some pretty brilliant views at Duck and Waffle (where I tried Ox cheek for the first and fell in love with it!), and discovered Japanese Yaitori at a Wes Anderson swoon-worthy pastel palace. </div>
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5.) WE'VE GOT A NEW HOUSE. After months, and I mean, MONTHS of searching, viewings, offeres rejected, and not seeing eye-to-eye on compromises, we've got a new house to move into and my gosh...is it homely and gorgeous. I already anticipate how stressful and hectic the actual moving is going to be, but I can't wait to be settled and get making this new house into our home.</div>
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6.) UK voted to leave the EU and I've never been one to be that invested in politics, but my god, did it break my heart. I've always encouraged other to take part in poltics and use their vote - epescially women. So many of us before us fought and died for our right to vote, and it angers and saddens me when it doesn't get used. But sadly, this year, in a very important vote, it did get used and after a very close call, and it wasn't what I or the majority of our peers had hoped or expected. And while that might the case, and it's an uncertain and scary time after a sombre shock, it's important we stay a united kingdom and we move forward with this life-altering change.</div>
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7.) And in the wake of what was a rather odd week of social and politic events, I got to go to the most fabulous event there was - the Absolutely Fabulous film premiere. It was glitz, it was glamour and it was a dream for me as I got to meet and speak to 2 of my idols and favourite fabulous females ever: Joanna Lumley and Jennifer Saunders. Oh, and of course, they were as fabulous as you'd expect. A moment when I was trying to remain professionally calm on the outside, as I fan-girled mentally on the inside.</div>
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<b><i>5 tweets...</i></b><br />
1.) The guy I'm dating thinks I'm 2 stone lighter than I actually am (ha it's all an illusion!) WHILE referencing Mario Kart. I KNOW.<span style="font-size: 26px; letter-spacing: 0.01em; line-height: 32px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><img alt="🙈" aria-label="Emoji: See-no-evil monkey" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f648.png" style="border: 0px; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.01em; line-height: 32px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="See-no-evil monkey" /><br />
2.) Accidentally came to work as Barbie<img alt="🎀" aria-label="Emoji: Ribbon" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f380.png" style="background-color: #f5f8fa; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.26px; line-height: 32px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Ribbon" />(Names in the office have included Sandy from Grease & Royal Princess<img alt="🌸" aria-label="Emoji: Cherry blossom" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f338.png" style="background-color: #f5f8fa; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.26px; line-height: 32px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Cherry blossom" />) #ootd<br />
3.) My office just suggested a 'Dress like Amy Lo day' - the words Space Jam, braids & tutu have been muttered. Mad, but accurate <img alt="💅🏼" aria-label="Emoji: Nail polish (medium light skin tone)" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" height="320" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f485-1f3fc.png" style="background-color: #f5f8fa; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.26px; line-height: 32px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Nail polish (medium light skin tone)" width="310" /><br />
4.) 2 years in London & the dream's happened. A beaut man just asked for my number ON THE TUBE. Like, this doesn't happen in actual real life!? <img alt="🙈" aria-label="Emoji: See-no-evil monkey" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f648.png" style="border: 0px; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.01em; line-height: 32px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="See-no-evil monkey" /><br />
5.) Got soaked in the rain on the way to vote. Came home, took off wet clothes. Now in my underwear making cheesy crumpets #livingthehighlife<img alt="💁🏻" aria-label="Emoji: Information desk person (light skin tone)" class="Emoji Emoji--forText" draggable="false" src="https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/72x72/1f481-1f3fb.png" style="background-color: #f5f8fa; border: 0px; color: #292f33; font-family: "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; height: 1.25em; letter-spacing: 0.26px; line-height: 22px; padding: 0px 0.05em 0px 0.1em; vertical-align: -0.2em; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 1.25em;" title="Information desk person (light skin tone)" /></div>
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<b><i>3 songs...</i></b><br />
<i>Dua Lipa - Hotter Than Hell </i><b><i><br /></i></b><br />
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If a summer flind were to be embodied in a song in 2016, this baby would be it. Think sweaty kisses, balmly sleepovers and talking about everything and nothing over sunsets. <br />
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<i>MK and Becky Hill - Piece Of Me</i><br />
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This has been my go-to whenver I need to get pysched up. Whether that's for a night out, for boxing or just to tackle a very full train garage. That vocal mix at the beginning gets me pumped every time.<br />
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<i>Clean Bandit and Louisa Johnson - Tears</i><br />
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I'm not a big X Factor fan, but when last year's winner teamed up with classical-dance music dream team Clean Bandit, I thought it was such a clever move and partnership. And Louisa's vocals just boom and shine over this fiesty number. If you're going through a break-up or have had a not-so-nice romantic experience of late, listen to this and I dare you not to stut out of the house feeling like a strong, sassy and confident person. Think 'I Will Survive' for millenials.<br />
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