I've finally caught up and watched every season of Naked Attraction. If you haven't seen the show, it's one of those out-there things that Channel 4 created (why is it always Channel 4 with the weird and wonderful shows?!). One person goes on the show, and are faced with six naked bodies in misted glass boxes. The bodies are chosen based on that person's preferences, and what they're attracted to. As the show goes on, more and more of the naked bodies are revealed, and the person has to ultimately choose their favourite to go out with.
I'm feeling completely overwhelmed at the moment. I've been ill, I'm breaking out all the time, I'm tired and grumpy and I've basically been pushing myself way too hard in the past few months. I've been ignoring my body when it's told me it's tired because 'omg if Zoella took as many breaks as I do she wouldn't be Zoella'. Well that's not entirely what goes through my head, but you get the gist.
I'm so excited to share my first bullet journal post with you all, even if it is roughly three years later than everyone else. I'm loving my bullet journal more than I ever imagined, and with the masses of bujo inspiration out there now, I'm kinda glad I waited. I've got big plans for this little journal of mine, and I can't wait to share my favourite pages and set ups and also learn more and more about all the things you can do with these.
I have a secret for you all: I'm a full on fragrance hoarder. I'm *that* person that doesn't ever want to finish a bottle of anything because omg what if I'm looking for that precise scent and no longer have it?! Does anyone else have this fear?
I've been wearing glasses since I was ten. By now you'd hope I'd be 100% used to wearing them all day every day, mostly because I can't see without the bloody things, but sometimes I get a little thrown off. However, glasses are a part of who I am. I feel permanently grateful that I live in a time and a place in which I'm able to own glasses because the world is a total mystery without them.
This post isn't meant to be some kind of prescriptive list; it's not something to tick off. It's something that I hope will help you to find a way that works for you when you feel like self-harming is the only option. It's by no means an exhaustive list, but I've combined all the things that have worked in the past for me with things that have helped friends and acquaintances.
I think we all go through periods where thinking up new content gets trickier than normal. Whether you're not happy with your current content, and don't know what direction to take new posts in, or if you've just got a case of blogger's block, it happens to us all.
I'm officially full on obsessed with monthly sub boxes from Reading in Heels. They've become my £10 pay day treat, and I look forward to them so much each month. For a tenner (plus £2.40 P&P) you get a book and three or four goodies to go with it, that are loosely themed for each box. Last month's box was all about Valentines, and this time around it's focusing on Spring.
The last few months there's been something a little off that I couldn't quite put my finger on, or fix. I eventually realised that it was homesickness, but not for somewhere I could visit, or even move back to, but instead for a place that no longer exists, or perhaps never did in the first place.
Over the past few years I've worked really, genuinely hard on creating a good writing portfolio. Although my efforts have waned in the last seven or eight months after finally getting a full time job that I love, it really was a priority for a while.
February absolutely whizzed by (let's use this as my reason for this going up so late). I've been focusing on trying to take some time out and actually switch off a little, so things have been a little more quiet on this blog than normal. But, once I've got a grip on, well, life, it should all get back to normal.
I'm not into scary things. Horror movies, creepy stories, the dark, you get the gist. What I'm trying to say is that I'm a big wimp. And the non-traditional scary things (the expanse of the ocean, the fact that we're a tiny weeny planet whirring around in a massive universe etc) make me even more scared. Basically The Handmaid's Tale petrified me and has made me an eco-warrior wreck for weeks, only wanting to force the importance of recycling and feminism on people because y'know, without these things our world could get really fucked up.
I don't know if you can tell from the picture, but things got a *little* out of hand last month. Between a big ol charity book shop with a friend, being sent a couple of books and coming across so many that I needed, this is going to be the biggest book haul I've ever done on here. So grab a tea, and let's chat books.