THE PHOTOS WHICH NEVER MADE IT TO INSTAGRAM | BLOGTOBER 20


I like to think that I’m one of those people who doesn’t really care about my Instagram theme and isn’t worried at all about what it looks like. But I’m not. I’m really, really not that person. And I do hate myself for wanting my grid to look structured and perfect, but I’m a perfectionist and I do it more for myself than for anyone else. So because I am one of those people who curates what gets to make an appearance on my grid, I do take a lot of photos which never get to be seen by the world. They either end up dying a lonely death on my camera roll, or they end up stored on my Mac in files which are rarely opened.

COFFEE TABLE BOOKS | BLOGTOBER 19

 I have a bit of a thing for coffee table books. You know, the really big, heavy duty ones, with hard covers which love to attract dust and pages packed with beautiful photos to lust over? The ones which weight a ton when you have to pick them up and move them about, but make pretty sweet additions to your desk or coffee table? Yep, I love those books. They're some of my favourites to flick through when you've got a little bit of time, or are nice to leave out so that your guests can do the same. I've built up a small but substantial collection of coffee table books, so I thought I'd share a few of my favourites.

GETTING OVER WRITERS BLOCK | BLOGTOBER 18

Writers block is the most frustrating thing, and it's something which all writers are likely to experience at some point. Some people will face it more frequently than others, and if you're somebody who has never experienced it and always has the next idea at the tip of your pen, I envy you a whole lot. Writers block can make your brain feel empty and and coax you into thinking that you're not such a good writer after all. But that's not how it really is. Sometimes all it takes is a little extra time to let your brain cool down and then the words will start flowing again.

FOR THE LOVE OF PRINT | BLOGTOBER 17


I've always loved magazines. When I was a kid, they were the first things which ever sparked my love for journalism and for the written word, and made me realise what I wanted to do with my life. As an eight year old, reading Sugar and Shout, I'd always picture myself as one of the cool writers or editors, who got to meet and interview Zac Efron and talk about clothes for a living. Of course, now things have changed a little bit. The news which I read is a little different, the print industry which I grew up loving has started to lose its battle agains the internet and is dwindling, and my love for writing isn't solely fuelled by a need to meet Zac Efron anymore (sorry, Zac). 

FIVE FILMS WHICH MADE ME FEEL | BLOGTOBER 16


I watch a lot of films and I'm a very emotional person. Two things which are probably not that relevant to one another, but when the two things do get a chance to cross paths, man oh man do things get messy. Basically, I'm a cryer. Everything makes me cry. Happy things, sad things, things that make me feel stressed, things that make me feel angry. Cute things, hopeful things, things that really, really shouldn't make a person cry at all. So, as you can imagine, much of the time I end up finishing a movie or leaving the cinema in floods of tears. I CANNOT help it.

MY FAVOURITE WAYS TO SPEND A SUNDAY | BLOGTOBER 15


To me, Saturday's have always been for adventures and Sunday's have always been for recovering from those adventures. Not in a laying in bed hungover all day kind of way (although I have spent my fair share of Sundays in that way), but in a pottering about the house, drinking copious cups of tea in my slippers kind of way. I guess to me, Sunday is the best day for self-care and to get yourself feeling relaxed and refreshed for the new week. It's the perfect day to practise a little bit of hygge and just relax with trashy TV and good food. I think it's really important to make sure that you have a 'me' day once in a while. Here are a few ways I like to spend my Sunday.

SELF-DEPRECATION VS SELF-LOVE | BLOGTOBER 14


I'm on a weird old journey with self-love. It's a journey which I've been on for quite a few years now, and one which I'm only just starting to win. Or, at least win on most days. Some days I know from the minute that I wake up that it's going to be a lost battle. Or from the moment that I pull my covers back and spy stretch marks. Or the moment that I catch my reflection in a shop window as I walk past, and then see my self esteem plummet in front of me. Self-love is something I've been striving for since I was about 13 years old, when I first started to notice every lump and bump. But how can self-love win when self-deprecation is so much easier to slip into?