Birthday in Berlin - part I

Coming home from holiday always sucks. And for some reason coming home from Berlin this morning sucked so much more than normal. It might be something to do with the fact I've been up since 4am this morning for our killer early flight and am feeling tired, emotional and probably still hungover...but then again it might just be because I didn't want my bratwurst-filled bubble to pop and have to admit that I'm approx. 3 stone heavier with significant gluhwein-induced liver damage. 

In other news, huge hats off to Mikey for an incredible birthday weekend and, more importantly, for finding the coolest hotel possibly ever - it's not every day that you open the curtains to find a scuba diver cleaning the tank right outside your window. Good morning to you too, pal. 


Now to start my alcohol detox and attempt to shed the bratwurst shaped fat pockets around my stomach and thighs. Parts ii and iii will be ready when I've finished crying about it being Monday tomorrow and pulled myself together (read: no time soon).

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Budapest, you absolute hun.

There are some things in life that I can never quite be sure about. Like why does cereal tastes so much better when it's eaten for dinner? Or why is it that I can never spell buisness/business/buisiness right the first time? Or why did anyone ever ever ever give the go ahead for Mean Girls 2?! But there are also things in life of which I am absolutely certain. And one of those things is that I will def def deffo be returning to Budapest. Multiples times. To drink multiple cocktails. Enjoy myself multiple times over. And generally just baske in the beauty of Budapsetian frivolity. Yeah I really dug Budapest, guys.

The Big Autumn Colour Swoon-fest

Is there anything in life I love more than autumnal colours?! Well, um, yes actually - Leonardo di Caprio in the Titanic era, kindereggs, fresh sheets, and waking up on a Sunday without a hangover to name a few BUT autumn colours come a very, very close fifth.

The most beautiful view of Budapest

If you haven't yet reached that stage in your life where you find euphoric triumph and jubilant glee in stumbling across a really good view, then you might as well remove yourself from this blog. I just do not need that kind of negativity in my life.

Gals on tour: Shropshire Edition

Cocktailin' in Budapest

One thing I know for certain is that on our flight home from Budapest, I was approximately 99% cocktails. That other 1% was reserved for Hungarian desserts and Hungarian desserts only, which should give you a pretty decent indication as to the stupendous success of this trip.  

Wedding: T + J

We all know that Pinterest is the place where good intentions go to die and the sad realisation that you don't have a single crafty bone in your body becomes frighteningly apparent (seriously, some of these are so good). But let me tell you - PINTEREST IS REAL, GUYS. From the flowers in Tash's hair to the bunting on the fence to the pizza van that turned up after dinner; Tash and Jack's wedding was what dreams are made of (be still my Hilary Duff loving beating heart, ahem).  

France, you babe.

Hands up if you were happily going about your business and enjoying your merry little summer and then - WHAM - autumn slapped you in the face like a cold, damp fish?! *Insert hand up emoji closely followed by tears streaming down face emoji*. Where did this summer go?! And how has it been almost two months since I returned from mon vacation au Riviera?! Time will you stop moving please and allow me to finish my summer in peace, you speedy little hoe. 

More happy-crying in Paris

A wise woman once said; "Fuck it, let’s just go to Paris".

Okay maybe it wasn't so wise. And maybe that woman was me. But hey – it’s my life philosophy and I plan to dine out on that little nugget of wisdom for a very, very long time. Because Paris will be beautiful for as long as my passion for Justin Bieber remains lit (which, judging by the tears I cried this weekend at V Festival, is a worryingly long time).

#Caturday 2.0

So. A little while ago I bit the bullet of social acceptance and decided to dedicate an entire post to my cat. I thought this post would go by largely unnoticed and wholly uneventful but the response was - and I don't mean to toot my own trumpet too much here - absolutely off the mother******* chain. Toot a-tootie toot toot *insert trumpet emoji*. Apparently y'all love feline Fuhrer's just as much as I do. SO, back by popular demand (read: no demand whatsoever but, meh, cats) I present you with #Caturday 2.0. 

Brunching with gal pals (+MeeBox)

Having a two week break between leaving my old job and starting my new one has been an absolute godsend. When I say that I have taken the mini-break bull by the horns and absolutely carpe-d the shit out of this diem, I really am not joking. I've done a little bit of this and a little bit of that; some of this was getting jiggy in Paris and Alicante and some of that was brunching with my beautiful gal pals. It's been pretty freakin' sweet, guys,

And throughout all of this seizing the day lark, my nails have never looked better thanks to a swanky new Rio themed delivery from the lovely Meebox gals. I've posted about them before and yep I am still as in love with their nail-loving-ways as ever because I firmly believe that a woman with tidy nails can conquer the world (whose with me?!). This month's box contains the following goodies; nail varnish from Models Own, Morgan Taylor and Trust Fund Beauty / Deco It decals / Tweexy. Coming to a total of £45.94 but with Meebox you get the whole lot for £20. Bargain, amiright?

So I'm starting mah new job on Monday and am currently wondering whether the glittery blue polish is first-day-at-work-appropriate? Does it give off hard-working, dedicated and responsible vibes or should I stick with les nudez? Thoughts below please. 

Can we also take a second to appreciate how tanned my hand is lookin' in the penultimate picture in this post?! Following a week of oiling up and basting myself like a turkey in the Spanish heat I feel it necessary that we all mildly appreciate the bronzed goddess vibes that my left hand is currently cultivating. Thank you please.

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Happy-crying in Paris

I do not usually happy-cry. You know, like when you're so overcome with love for the world and everything in it that you just well up and sob like Rylan Clark on X Factor in 2012? It's possible that the last time this happened to me prior to this weekend was when I woke up after a very boozy night out to find that Mikey had already ordered £42 worth of pizza. I'm pretty sure I happy-cried then. So please understand the gravity of the situation when I say that I happy-cried this weekend. I don't think I need to say it again but I will anyway for good measure; I really, really, really, really love Paris. 



Oh Paris. You splendid little babe of babeness. #RylanClarking

Happy-crying in Paris 2.0 will be up on the blog soon so make sure ya don't miss it by following along on Bloglovin', Twitter, Facebook, or Instagram. Would really love you for it, too, so there's that.