Tuesday, 30 December 2014

That One Where 'We Sheepishly Return to The Blog After a 7 Month Hiatus'

*This is the bit where I apologise profusely that we haven't written for a while, and request that we don't address this further, because it a bit embarrassing for everyone involved *

What better way to end this year than to look back at the train wreck that was my New Years Resolutions from way back in January. When you look back on good intentions and you have your head in your hands with an ounce of 'oh, god i should have just made one resolution', you know you should share it with the internet. PS. The first one is a real cracker.
  1. I want to get healthy and if the offset of that is to get thinner then its a bonus
    •  L O L, Jose, oh Jose, why did you even bother with this enthusiasm? Whenever I hear this sorry excuse for a resolution from anyone mouth it makes me weep with lack of imagination. Obviously that's everyone's goal, I've never met anyone who's sole resolution was to be unhealthy (unless you are in fact that guy from Supersize Me #oldschoolreference ). Alas, yes I'm a resolution snob and yes I'm a little fatter than I was last year. Win win, Kind of.   
  2. I'm going to say 'yes' more.
    • Surprisingly, I've actually done this one. It's lead to a job (spoiler alert: yes, it's a proper job), repping UK retail in Paris, going to a multitude of food festivals and gigs, having better relationships with my friends and being spontaneous. I've taken this one to heart, and have searched for things to do rather than wait for others to, and it's been pretty fun too. 
  3. I will cleanse my wardrobe.  
    • As Gill at work always tells me, 'to cleanse the wardrobe, is to cleanse the soul' and by God she is so right. I've started doing this on a monthly basis to my own wardrobe...and to my dad's wardrobe...and to Becki's....and I'm eyeing up my ma's and brothers for the next hit.  It's become a very intense process, and calms my ever evolving OCD.
  4. I will make and alter my clothes (and actually finish them).
    • Again, LOL. Don't even ask, I haven't picked up that circle skirt since January. Whoops. 
  5. I will sing more and louder.
    • Still working on that one - no complaints from the neighbours as of yet and I still stand by the fact the PA set is a bit faulty. 
  6. Make more cocktails because I'm good at it and sometimes you've got to indulge in your true calling in life.
    • Nailed this one whole heartedly. I made Grapefruit Mojitos last month, it was a happy happy blissful time for all involved - I think even Becki can vouch when i say that. 

So now we're all caught up on my nice list of not very well planned/thought out/completed resolutions and learnt that good intentions don't always mean that things are done, I behold the honour of presenting to you Josie's 2015 resolutions: 
  1. Have another crack at sewing. I mean really, how hard can it be - did you see celebrity sewing bee?
  2. Start saving money every month, by putting a little bit away for a good ol' fashioned summer holiday (and to sing Dolly Parton - playlist will probably vary - all the way along on a trip I can actually afford to go on). This also rolls into, not buying lunch from Pret everyday, you cruel cruel consumerist mistress, you. 
  3. This last year I worked out how to properly use my camera and this year I'd like to use it more often, and *fingers crossed* print the photos. I am fully aware that I'm prematurely senile - both Becky/is keep reminding me, hence why I need pictures so I can live out the dream of telling weird old stories round the fire to my imaginary friends and fruits. 
  4. Turn off Instagram, Netflix and Bloglovin (Lord knows, Facebook is dead to me) every now and again to do things that are productive, or go outside - maybe i'll meet real drag queens rather than watching Ru Paul's Drag Race 24/7.
  5. Read more
  6. Study. Since graduating college, and going to work, I have missed researching and learning about fashion. I feel like only a year of it was never going to be enough. I need to know the history, the icons, the theory. I want to know it, and I want a library of it. Immediately.
Maybe this year I'll be able to uphold these a little better than last year, but then again, I do have the will power and concentration of a very very ADD child, so who can tell. 

J xo 

Sunday, 18 May 2014

Revision Woes.

Hells yeah I do! 
Ok so exam season, totally my time to shine, right? I mean I work all the hours god gives during the terms and I even ask for extra work! NERD ALERT. I know and I've embraced it, so suck it.  
Except I now have no major plans for revision, sure these are life altering exams but a Disney marathon is also important, yeah? Or random o'clock runs? Or super long showers?
Suddenly the part of my brain that drives overly motivated geektown Becki shut down and it's like the YouTube cat that says no has taken over. Right now instead of going over my vast sea of notes for my 9am exam I am watching Hercules (for the 3rd time). I don't mean to waste time or lose focus it just happens, one minute I am set up with revision sites and playlists and textbooks, and the next its netflix not 'getrevising' and Look magazine not a textbook. 
But once I finish this film I'm definitely revising...famous last words. 
Good luck to all of you with exams! 
B xo

Sunday, 11 May 2014

Mud for SS14

I, as much as it may not seem the case, do try and wear things that express how I feel and who I am; even if it is a hint of a crazy with leopard shoe and an all black ensemble.

Also in my head, when I get dressed in the morning, I like to pretend that I'm being interviewed by a street style photographer, and have to explain exactly why I'm wearing 5 necklaces and why I insist on wearing winter coats in mid May - hello, the re-winter?

Anyway, this technique makes me enjoy putting together clothes and outfits, despite openly despising the sea of badly chosen Primark and hazy YOLO purchases - example? A bomber jacket that has been patched together with velvet and carpet material, complete with awfully sewn leaves in a delightful dirty beige. Yum.

Today was one of those days where college started late, thus instead of a horrific alarm in, what seems the middle of the night, I was woken by the birds and the brightness of a rainy day. Watched 2 episodes of Ugly Betty, showered, and dressed. The outfit was black skinnies (as always), oversized grey marl tee, and to top it off a couple of gold necklaces - what does Coco Chanel know about over accessorising anyway? The entire jewellery box or nothing is what I go for.

Fast forward an hour and I have to leave. Grab the leopard Vans - not only are they wicked comfy but make me look like I swim in fashionable, trendy waters. Grab the big black shaggy coat that makes me look like a newly shaved black sheep. Go.

I don't even make it out of my road before I step onto an uneven pavement slab and a mass of dirty water spurts up. Up my jeans, on my canvas shoes. Leaving a tide mark round my ankle, and dark stains on the leopard print. My jeans look they've gone for an ugly ombre of mud. Brilliant. Did I mention I go to a fashion college full of pristine people? Maybe I could pull off a dirty ombre as a homage to grunge? Is mud even on trend for SS14?!

Oh well, maybe the street style photographer in my head would agree, don't try and be something you're not. Be a dirtbag, and embrace it.

J xo.

Tuesday, 6 May 2014

Apocalips: Wow


 I know this is a cop out blog post but I think it's nice now and then to share things you enjoy, therefore it's probably about the right time that I share with you my long term, lip saviour: the Rimmel London Apocalips Lip Lacquer in Celestial. When I brought this, last February whilst en route to Krakow, I was in a whirl wind of travel and wanting to immerse myself into the 'Beauty Blogging World'. Obviously, the travel was limited to one city and the blogger career never really suited me.



But still, this is my ode to the girliest, pinkest, most feminine item of face attire I own. At first I wasn't sure; I hadn't given a thought to pink as one of the necessities on my face, let alone my lips (due the excess of pink already existing in my face and the well know fact that 'pink's for girls' and I'm not one of those types). And this colour isn't exactly subtle. The texture is that of a lip gloss, but less sticky and the pigment is FULL ON, but a small amount can be blended on to the lips for a sheerer, purple toned shade.



It quickly became my go to shade to soften up my typically grungy, leather jacket and vans to go look and at that one of lip products I'll genuinely miss when (not 'if', it's inevitable) I'll lose it trough a hole in my pocket or when it flips out of bag due to my drunken state on a night out.


Also, in other news, totally haven't murdered my 3 month old orchid yet. Pink lips and green fingers are so SS14, darling.

J xo 

Monday, 28 April 2014

My Cocktail Diary

'Cheers!'
How artistic?!
Welcome one and all to my cocktail diary of sorts!
I will admit the above artsy fartsy, alcoholic photographs were not taken by my fair hands, rather by the genius that is my brother; apparently alcohol does not impare his photography skills. But I did drink at least 1/4 of the above drinks, if not 1/3. 
I recently spent 8 days in the BEA-UTIFUL land of Barbados-I know I'm super lucky- based on my experience I thought it best to discuss my drink consumption, rather than the sun, sea, sand, sky or any other S's. 
During this week or so I must have tried around 27 cocktails, I know, I really could have done better. 
The ones I can remember are; strawberry mojito, black cherry mojito (tastes like marzipan. YUCK.), normal mojito, bajan chalice, sex with a bartender, sex on the beach, sex on the sand (I'm not normally this promiscuous sounding!), CD key, dodgeball, casino royale, fruitini, chocolatini and the rest are a blur of colour and curaçao. 
My Top Tipple; The Dodgeball; Oh My Goodness! This was like magical, gin goodness. It had two gin types, a sugar syrup, lemon sherbet and blackberries. It also came in a glass the size of my head- BONUS!! It tasted like fruity, ginny dibdabs!
So if you are in need of a cocktail connoisseur or simply someone who will drink whatever's put in front of them: I'm your gal!
Tweet me (@lifesateaparty) your top tipple or an invite to make or drink a cocktail (I'm that much of a loner)!
Happy Weeks!
B xoxo

Thursday, 27 February 2014

That One Time at London Fashion Weekend


Being the uber cool bloggers we are (note the heaps of sarcasm), us two and the aforementioned in this post, Becky D, ventured off to Somerset House last Sunday for a day of serious fashion - and woah did we feel like dirtbags.



Our tickets included a tote bag designed by Julien Macdonald in a monochrome *cue a champagne and rejoicing* dragon motif; filled with an Elle magazine, mini Essie nail vanish, Maybelline Baby Lips, a hair protein spray, and a strange 'beauty bar' that tasted like a Carnivore's worst nightmare along with a plethora of discounts. 



The Courtyard of the house was taken up by the catwalk area and the surrounding rooms of the house were filled with tonnes of designer brands with some pretty good discounts (but obvs not enough for us poor, poor students). Some of our faves were Lost Property of London and Vivienne Westwood *swoon*. Amongst the designers were sponsors offering competitions, and opportunities to try on their products - like the Sunglass Hut (above) which shockingly allowed us, a rowdy threesome of nerdy girls, try on Prada glasses. It. Was. Bliss. (also, how much does Becki look like she's going to punch someone in the 2nd picture?  LOL).


The catwalk we attended was trend based for Spring/Summer 14: Florals, Metallics, Sports Luxe and Lace in every colour under the sun and all styled by the theoutnet.com. Although it probably would have been more exciting to see a designer show, the trend was a good basic intro to catwalks and great for our first ever LFW experience.

The overall atmosphere of the day was a strange one; everyone was very attractive, very well dressed and all very bloggy - do you know what I mean? It did feel like people were there to be seen, which was kind of expected, but you know, we're not like that; We went for the free Kinder Buenos.

And with that, I hope you are enjoying the AW14 fashion weeks,
J xo

PS. Here's a picture of me channelling my inner Anna Wintor...


Thursday, 20 February 2014

Josie: Domestic Godess...

For what my college has termed 'Reading Week' for taking a week off to catch up with assignments, I have labelled 'the week in which I do literally anything instead of read'. It's a widely known fact that I'm a profesh procrastinator, for a while it was on my CV until I realised an air of mystery is better; employers will find out eventually anyway.

It's also a widely known fact that I'm a serious dirtbag, meaning I'm a constant mess and so is my room, the kitchen, the bathroom (you can't see the taps for the amount of cleansers and face scrubs); but something has happened in my head. Am I a new woman? Have I changed? My room is clean. I've cooked multiple meals and all victims are still alive. I've up-cycled a stool and worked an extra day at the shop. It's like I've finally blossomed into adulthood.

Although, if the board of Adulthood were to assess my developments, I'm sure they'd mention the 'Macaroon Fiasco'. Let me set the scene...I was alone (deep breath, I get spontaneous when I'm by myself), a friend was due come over in 3 hours and so far all I can offer is Iceland frozen pizza and shitty, but still quite good, cocktails. On any given Cocktail Night I'd be smitten with this situation, but it wasn't that night and so I cracked some eggs and macarooned. It was a great decision to pretend to be Jamie Oliver whilst cracking said eggs, yes, I tried to do that thing where he tosses them between the two halves of shell - as it turns out it slides out and lands in your Dad's tea if you're not quite giving your full attention to the yolk and are simultaneously watching Adventure Time. Funny that.

The next great decision was made at the whisking stage, 'whisk until soft peaks...blah...something about shiny things...'. Top tip: Don't try and balance the electric whisk on the side of the bowl whilst it's still whizzing away, even though you notice how unstable it looks. Bits of glossy egg white e v e r y w h e r e. I kid you not, I left it for 4 seconds tops, and had to clean the kitchen for a good 20 minutes after the incident.

URGH! All my good intentions will always be short lived,
J xo



Monday, 3 February 2014

& Other Stories

"Just because you spray yourself with whatever this is, doesn't mean you can stop washing" - BP


Let's discuss & Other Stories: aesthetically, I think it's my kindred spirit. Clean, Simplistic, and presented with an heir of 'I'm feminine but I don't wear pink'. That's how I visualise myself in my head, but, alas, I am just simple (minded). Stories encapsulates how I want to be; Parisienne, smelling good, and clearly got my fingers in stylish pies. Until I get myself a properly paid job in the big wild world, and I can buy clothes from places other than charity shops, I'm taking baby steps before I transform my entire wardrobe. 

For starters, delving into the beauty department; reasonably priced bits and bobs that smell delicious beyond compare *swoon*. After spritzing every single spray on the shelves and making Becki continually smell me (I quote, 'It was a nice change from your usual odour'. The cow.) I settled for Secret Haven. 

The scent doesn't last too long on my skin, but on occasion throughout the day a nice whiff of cleanliness and that's nothing to turn your nose up at. 

Next on the Stories wish list are the Blushers - need I mention the Romeo and Juliet quote embedded in the powder?! Excuse me whilst I buy 10. 


Have a lovely week pickles, seek happy nights to happy days!
J xo 

Wednesday, 29 January 2014

The Haircut Rules

This face says: 'I promise you, this is a good thing...probably'
Unlike the rest of the civilised world, haircuts are a phenomenon that's Becki and I are definitely not familiar with. Although arguably, I don't have a problem with strangers/people/anyone touching my hair, so really, I'm just lazy at booking a cut and dry.

If you've seen my Pinterest of late you'd know my obvious and incredibly serious hair lust; Short hair. Messy hair. Ombre hair. Curled. Straight. Blonde. And I want it all, immediately.

Once my board of hair related inspo reached a suitable amount of 9870 pins (approx.), I thought it was about time I actually did something to the mop of wookie that resided on my scalp. *cue skipping to the hairdressers with multiple printed pictures in my hands*.

If anything, that is exactly the first rule of hair cuts; be precise. Do your research on what you want, how you'd style it and what products would compliment the cut. For me, I headed to my style inspirations; Alexa Chung - obvs - and anything and everything Parisienne, then jumped onto Pinterest to collate the images. There is nothing worse that drawing a complete blank when the hairdresser asks, 'So, what do you want?' and you begin with. 'Oh, erm...well, I was thinking a, erm... fringe??...but like, I want it to start about, like, here?...and if it's not too much trouble, could you do something with my layers like this?...do you know what I mean?'. From a history of bad hair cuts (and horrendous fringes), I can tell you it's not a good way to start.

Looking at the way to style shorter hair is somewhat a new ocean of possibilities for me. A good place to start is YouTube, often you can find seriously good tutorials for the hair you desire, from profesh stylists to the girl next door. The possibilities are endless.

Lastly. the tools to style your potential hair is a must to research, again, Youtube reviews are great for this, but Blog reviews are better as I find them more in-depth. For my long bob hair lust, I now need Bumble and Bumble's Semisumo pomade - I tried to get it the other day, but no luck *sob*. But on a more student-friendly budget I'm trying out a multitude of glosses and texturing sprays, next on my list is the TRESemme Divine Definition Spray - I'll let you know how that goes. Also, it's all about the curl in a long bob; because my hair is naturally dead straight and flat (it's a blessing and a curse), it's time I had better dig out the curling tongs at my own peril.

Now that I'm finally getting to grips with my new short hair, tell me, who's your hairspiration?

J xo






Thursday, 16 January 2014

My Ode to Kate Moss

Picture: Playboy
After the last post by Becki - which by the way, made me feel like I was going to be sick into my own hands - lets talk about other things...like Kate Moss.

As a tribute to her for her birthday, I'd rather send a card but we're not BFFs yet, I'm declaring my undying love for her and all that she does. With razor sharp cheek bones, uber pouty lips and and general bad-assery she's totally rocked the fashion world for over 20 years.

This year she appeared in an 18 page spread for Playboy, a place I associate with a creepy old man in a dressing gown surrounded by degraded naked girls. But she owned it, owned it like a sexy as shit model. And it was pretty tame and tasteful for a porn magazine. Dayumn, Kate.

Vogue June 2012
The first time I really understood why Kate Moss is as successful she is, was when I brought my first Vogue magazine in June 2012 (pictured above). I wanted to get into the fashion world and as a 16 year old trotted off to the newsagent and came back clutching what I thought was the epitome of haute: my first issue of Vogue. Photographed by Mert Alas and Marcus Piggott, Kate modelled a shoot titled 'Mighty Aphrodite', and my word, she was just that. So since then, I've been a bit obsessed by her. Look at her. LOOK AT HER. Effortless perfection.


I'd possibly maim for cheekbones like that. *buys contour powders and cries over lack of make up artistry skills*. Maybe she's the reason I'm determined to wear a hat even though I don't have the face for it, or the compulsive wear of my leather jacket. Either way, like the rest of the world, I've fallen dangerously for her.

J xo






Wednesday, 8 January 2014

We Can't Stop, And We Won't Stop

Let's talk about Pinterest.*

It's the reason why I have huge dark circles under my eyes this morning, the reason why I have fully utilised my Urban Decay Pallets and also the reason Becki and I are still finding motivation to exercise and eat well through the gruelling second day of the Diet (or what Becki has affectionately named 'New Year, New Me' - hello Cliché, I prefer 'Two Fingers To The Fat').

I'm Josie Reeve and I'm a Pintrest addict.

So, 2 days into the new term at college and I've spent 3 out of a possible 4 hours of lectures, listening, taking notes and being an A*+ star student, instead I'm in the back row, under a huge coat and scarf (think granny by the fire) on my tablet...Pinning my dream home... Pinning my - future -wedding...Pinning  adorable pictures of rabbits. Productive, can you tell?

Predominantly though, I've been on Pinterest for one sole cause: 2014 style inspiration. Despite being a fashion student and I can't dress for shit. Or for want of better words, I have a tendency of wearing the same or very similar outfits that are epitome of just plain pants. Wah. But, this girl can dream. 

If you've caught the Pin bug - its a legit disease - and fancy perusing multiple boards of procrastination extensive research here's mine and Becki's (she's got a whole board dedicated to cats.... make of that what you will).

J xo 

*alternatively you could turn this post into a drinking game, every time there's a mention of 'Pinterest', 'Pinning' or any affiliation of that nature, take a drink. I bid farewell to your liver my friend.

Tuesday, 7 January 2014

My Outfit Says...07/01

Totally piggy-backed Josie's idea, I'm not even sorry!

What my outfit says;
"I only wear super organic materials and the only chocolate I eat is fair-trade (but I don't even eat that because I'm on the new Dr Phalange diet) . I spend weekends surfing and let my hair be as free as the waves I ride. Hipster is truly what I'm aiming for in this situation, hence the unironed hem of this dress. My pinterest is full of infinity signs and totally meaningful quotes from books I have never read but like to pretend that I have."

What my outfit means;
"Zumba was hard shit mate, I'm too tired to find something that requires more effort than crawling into it, my hair is probably still sweaty and the rain has made it unruly, but I do not have the energy to pick up a brush or re-straighten it. We all know that this dress is really a blanket in disguise and that there are about 4 holes in these tights, but we won't mention it because that would be rude. I don't plan on changing and I mother-flipping don't care about anything apart from my book, my bath and my tiny diet dinner"


HARRODS!

"Ooo Hello [sleezy voice]" - JR

I warned you, I'm posh.

Although unfortunately Harrods is not a regular occurrence, this times funding came very generously from Ma, my recent birthday prezzie was a trip to Harrods for tea (two people), and of course my partner in crime on that day was Miss Reeve. 
I must have spent about 3 weeks (3 days) organising and planning my outfit, desperate to fit into the clans of poshos that sipped tea and frittered away hundreds of pounds on a pair of socks. I chose a sheer cream shirt (black lacey bra underneath obvs), denim and leather a-line skirt, black pixie boots and my beloved fur collared coat. This, in my head, was a power ensemble, however I'm pretty sure that for at least half the day my arse was uncovered by the skirt (luckily covered by my coat! phew!) and the blisters my newest shoe purchase had made, 2 days previously, stung like bitches in my boots. Fashion is pain!
Init nice?!
Entering the store in drizzly, morning daylight and exiting the store a good 6 and a half hours later to find the day had passed without us noticing totally baffled me. We sat and ate scones, pastries and teeny tiny finger sandwiches for 2 hours, but the other four had been spent wandering the floors and listening to Josie greet every nice object with a Kenneth Williams-styley 'Helloooo' and staring longingly at fancy make-up/clothes/shoes and books.
YUM TOWN!
The afternoon tea provided unlimited tea. We definitely made the most of it; two silver, four people pots and almost a whole sugar bowl were consumed by us, that on top of ridiculously indulgent petit fours had us in sugar shakes and experiencing the tea sweats. Although we were super starving by the time we found the Georgian, we were even 20mins early?!
She's going to hate me for this!
Turns out that Harrod's makes me so posh its almost uncomfortable, I have never sat as straight as I did in that tea room and I definitely don't normally laugh with my hand over my mouth! Its quite frankly a posh girl problem, we are determined to prove our upper-class credentials.
Notice the pinky?!
However I was out Downton-ed by a lady who was determined to hire someone to follow her carrying her bags?! 

Returning home totally skint with Chanel eyeshadow, 2 classic books, Bumble & Bumble hair nonsense and a bottle of water, I felt accomplished, but not as accomplished as Miss Reeve who carried her brand new, rose gold, The Cambridge Satchel Company bag, like a baby or Gollum's precious.

Hoping I've made you suitably jelly!
B xoxo

Monday, 6 January 2014

My Outfit Says... 6/1


Today, my outfit says...
"I exclusively eat organic fruit and vegetables, never 'veggies'. I power walk, discuss my children's education over coffee and walk multiple dogs in my spare time. Notice my skirt over leggings combo; the rumours are true, I do yoga and teach it too"

What my outfit means...
'Don't even bother with me today, I've got a giant rip in my jeans and have had to opt for slightly-too-see-through leggings, which I've covered up with a body-con skirt. All black disguises the fact I've worn this outfit for the last 3 days and the chunky jumper has probably been on my bedroom floor for a couple of those. We both know that its not a good look, but it's better left unsaid'

I couldn't help myself

Wednesday, 1 January 2014

Make Shit Happen

Ebony Stasiak

I am mother flippin excited for 2014; if 2013 is anything to go by, I have a lot install. This last year has been a bit all over the place considering that this time a year ago I spent 10 straight days in my onesie at the dining table compiling and painting a portfolio for my college interview (obvs I left it until the last 10 days to create a sketchbook. Organised? always.) Low and behold I nailed it - got in without bribing the interviewer - and finished little old sixth form, I wouldn't say with flying colours but with some sweet memories which is far far better (and what I keep telling myself).

2013 has seen a lot of me just being happy and content, which couldn't have been done without my beloved Becki and Becky (trust me it's a nightmare when I'm together with either of them). You know they're keepers when you can spend the majority of your time in a onesie, playing GTA and will still put up with you. Willingly. And to all the other ladies and gentlemen, whether we've been friends for 15 years, 4 years or only 3 weeks, it's been a pleasure being a total fruitcake around you this year.

A bit of travel this year too has been greatly welcomed; in February a trip to Krakow still hold a massive part of my heart, for one we we toured Auschwitz and the Jewish parts of the City, which still gets me choked, and on a lighter note, got totally shit faced with our History Teachers in a tiny outdoor bar in a square in the old city. We also - mainly me - danced with a guitar playing homeless man, but I'll leave that tale for another time. GOOD TIMES *insert thumbs up and shots for all*. Other little trips this year included a couple of days in my soul-city (forgive me) Paris, and group road trip to Herefordshire and a family holiday in Dorset.

2013 was the year that the majority of my friends and I turned 18, meaning we drank our bodyweight in shitty liqueurs legally rather than scrounge off our older siblings or sift off the dregs off our parents' supply. Although I still get shifty whenever anyone asks to see my ID. But, turning 18 it meant an inevitable garden party; Glitter balls, tin baths, a questionable playlist, tequila and as always... work the next morning. Story of my life.

But no year is complete without a good old, troop rallying, roof raising, nightmare, list of resolutions;

  1. Like every year, and every other human being, I want to get healthy and if the offset of that is to get thinner then its a bonus. A massive bloody bonus. Quite frankly I eat total rubbish in the form of endless Doritos, and exercise as much as Eric Pickles (Google him), what better time to kick start than a new year and a new school term. Bring it yo. 
  2. Recently, I've been getting into a rut of staying in rather than going out, exploring, meeting new people and seeing old friends, whether I've been ill, hungover or downright right lazy. So this year I'm going to say 'yes' more. I'm just going to get shit done and by the beloved kittens of this earth, I will do things, very very nondescript things, but they will be done.
  3. I will cleanse my wardrobe. I collect shitty clothes, so this year I will buy less but better things. I will also buy less face cleansers, but use them more. 
  4. I will make and alter my clothes (and actually finish them).
  5. I will sing more and louder.
  6. Make more cocktails because I'm good at it and sometimes you've got to indulge in your true calling in life.
So that's that, fingers crossed I can keep to them. 
Happy New Year and keep safe my lovelies,
J xo