Recently I feel like I have hit a brick wall. I’ve decided I want to leave my job, move to a bigger city and experience something different and more exciting.
This post should probably have gone out on January 2nd or something more timely, but hey-ho it’s still the first month of the year and nobody is perfect.
Being out of university and in a job meant I had a lot more “me” time during the last half of the year – not to mention (albeit only slightly) more money too. Less time on essays and more time on trying things out led me to discovering some pretty cool things in 2017…
*The photo featured is back from when my skin gave me no shit whatsoever*
When I was 15/16, somebody asked me what I would change about myself if I could appearance-wise. My answer was immediately my skin. I’d been bothered by my skin’s appearance since starting secondary school.
For as long as I can remember I’ve always had sooooo many things I want to do with my life. At the age of 14 it was sorting out my bad skin, at the age of 16 it was starting up my blog and writing posts on the reg, at 19 it was getting fit and healthy after my first year of uni was spent drinking mostly vodka and eating cheesy mashed potato.
For a long time now I’ve being trying to perfect the art of layering one jumper over the other, but now with the rise of the adorable flute sleeves/jumper combination, I decided that I should probably just go for it and hope for the best.
I wish that I could say that I came up with this outfit idea after looking in my wardrobe and getting a wave of inspiration because I’m just so #stylish, but it actually came about because I was freezing in my poorly-heated student house and just decided to whack one jumper on over another.
PSA: This “review” isn’t going to do this book justice.
The friend who recommended Milk and Honey to me (who’s review of it you can read here) and I sat around one night discussing how we weren’t sure how to talk about Rupi Kaur’s poetry on our blogs. We both knew we wanted to review it – we just didn’t know how, because anything we wrote about it wouldn’t be written the way we wanted it to be.