Dear Ben, This is one of the scariest things I’ve ever done – and I’ve eaten sushi in Tijuana. It’s ultimately going to go one of two ways… You’ll either be so metaphorically moved by my flattery you’ll metaphorically beam from ear to ear, or you’ll be so literally terrified you literally issue a restraining order. That last one is the…
I found a new favourite blogger to obsess over. Her name is Morgie, and she is AWESOME!! (Find her here.) These ridiculous little socks are basically… Right? (They make me inexplicably happy.) I’m on the map! Literally, there’s a place in Essex called Cramphorn Walk (my last name is Cramphorn!) It’s now officially on my bucket list to go to…
I always thought I’d be really content 🙂 happy 😃 ecstatic 😆 living on my own. 🏡 They say I’m an introvert 🙃 so being alone is actually my preference. I wouldn’t necessarily disagree with that. I get some of my best ideas 💡when I’m alone. (Most of which come right before I sleep 😴🛌 or in the shower🚿.) To…
I don’t need proof of God. To me, it’s obvious. Of course there’s God. If there wasn’t we wouldn’t have penicillin, or the internet, or mascara. Even more incredibly the planet itself is situated in this Goldilocks Zone (not too hot, not too cold) which allows us to have water (and therefore Diet Coke), a stable rotation which keeps us…
I’ve recently had quite an amazing email. It made me smile even more than the email I got from Krispy Kreme offering me a free milkshake. (Basically the least they can do after that whole April Fools thing. The one where they said they were rebranding to Krispy Cream. I told EVERYONE.) It was from a really, really special girl.…
I cooked. For what feels like the first time in three years. And it wasn’t soup. I actually left the house without any make-up on my face. Again, for what feels like the first time in three years. I had a free trashy magazine and instead made the decision to read your blogs. (The following night I resorted to the…
The seventeen year old version of myself liked a lot of things that make the twenty seven year old version of myself squirm. Chunky trainers, ugly boys, blue eyeliner, frosted pink lipstick, J-Lo perfume, those stupid hair bobbles that had cubes on them…the list is shamefully endless. But sitting right at the top of all of them was quotes. I…
