Globe trotter: The Falkland Islands

Globe trotter: The Falkland Islands

Yes, yes. I know, I went in September but it's about time I blogged about it and shared some of my photographs with you all.

Having relatives in the military really does have it's perks ... despite the fact you won't see them for a while! Last year I was lucky enough to get on a special RAF plane for the longest flight of my life half way across the world.

After the first 8 hours we stopped off at Ascension Island which was scorching hot. I've never been to a volcanic island before and even though I had to stay in the airport/base while we refueled, I wished we could stay. The idea of traveling even further south was a little too much for me. The fact that my dad went on holiday to Ascension a few months later AND got to see baby turtles hatch was the ultimate green envy moment for me.

Comfortless Cove - ruthlessly stolen from Google Images :-)
After the final leg of the journey we arrived jet lagged and cramped at the air base (discretion here!) where we were to spend the next 10 days in my aunt and uncle's house.

Staying on an airbase is always interesting... especially  when you're woken up at 7am by Tornadoes taking off and thundering over the house!

Other than seeing my family, one of the other reasons I went to the Falkland Islands was because of their amazing wildlife. It's home to various species of penguins, seals, sea lions, dolphins and even whales. Due to the time of year and the weather I only got to see Gentoo penguins but they let me get close enough to get some pretty good shots, nature documentary stylie.







The Falkland Islands also has some of the most beautiful beaches I have ever seen... despite the weather...


Where else would you need to wear a coat, two jumpers, a hat, wellies and a scarf on a beach??

But then the beautiful landscape can be ruined by things like this:


This was taken in a moving car which is why it's quite fuzzy
 I never thought I would see a minefield in my life but there are so many, it's quite chilling.

This is a bit of a long post so I'll be bringing it to an end now. Needless to say, the Falkland Islands are the most amazing and interesting places I have ever been to. If I had the opportunity I would definitely go back again and I recommend you all do too!




Where's the most interesting place you've been on holiday?

Nailing it: red, white and black

Nailing it: red, white and black

After I went to a hallowe'en reading of The Night Circus at the Prince Charles Cinema last year, I fell in love with it. After a few months of being distracted by other books and that thing called work, I finally finished it recently and have made practically everyone I know read it.

I like to play around with nail art as often as I can and yesterday I was inspired by The Night Circus and the red, white and black colour scheme. Using some of my favourite staple colours from Nails Inc, Models Own and Barry M (yes, I am a nail polish slut) I ended up with this:


After dealing with the boredom of being off work sick I tried to jazz them up a bit more with some red glitter... sadly this didn't work because it covered the whole thing... So now I have one sparkly finger while the rest are stripey.



What are your favourite nail polish brands and shades?


A summer of music

A summer of music

I know it's only June and not technically summer yet... especially since it's the UK, but as of next month I have many gigs I am looking forward to.

As a lot of you already know, I love live music. I'm in love with the atmosphere and unity of the crowd and as a musician myself there's nothing more exciting than seeing a show.

So who am I going to see?

Amanda Fucking Palmer

That is her middle name. I'm not just THAT excited.

Amanda Palmer. One of my photos from the first time I saw her


I have seen Amanda Palmer many times and have already blogged about her too and her shows continue to amaze me and it's my firm belief that she is an inspiration to women across the world and she should be recognised for this.

Amanda always brings with her a collection of well known artists and those who are just starting out. Interacts with her audience and throws herself into the crowd. Last time we got to do the Time Warp WITH Richard O'Brien so I cannot wait to see what's in store for us at the Roundhouse this time. *fingers crossed for The Jane Austen Argument and Bitter Ruin*

Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes

Last year I didn't know who Edward Sharpe was even though my flat mate had asked me to go and see him a couple of times. Now I'm absolutely in love with these guys. Whether you know it or not, you will recognise at least one of their songs, 'Home'



Nine Inch Nails

That's right, you read that right, Nine Inch Nails.

The last time I saw them was in 2009 for their Wave Goodbye tour and when they played the well known 'Hurt' I cried. Now, everyone cries to 'Hurt' (and if you don't, you have no soul) but this time it was because I genuinely believed that after over 20 years, it was all over for good.



A few weeks ago there were no words to express how excited I was when the new single was released and how disappointed I was when I saw they were only playing festivals in the UK. However, because my flat mate is so incredibly awesome and the biggest  fan of Nine Inch Nails, she managed to win us a pair of tickets to Reading Festival. Obviously we're going to the Sunday when they're headlining and we're going to dance the night away. If they open with 'Terrible Lie' I will not be able to contain my excitement.

There will probably be many more added to this little list and I cannot wait to see what comes next.

Do you have any shows coming up?










Wednesday Wishlist - White

Wednesday Wishlist - White

As pay day has come and gone and I am admittedly awful with money, here are a few of my favourite window shopping pieces until the pay day fairy has paid another visit.

I've always been a little weary of wearing white because I have very pale skin and I'm worried it would make me look a little washed out but after a fair few sneaky internet browses and a naughty purchase at a vintage fair, I've found so many beautiful things that it's probably worth a try.

Ralph Lauren burnout maxi dress - ASOS £80
I'm a sucker for a maxi dress which is irritating considering I'm ridiculously tiny but I think with the right pair of shoes this could work. The shape also looks really slimming and flattering.

Sandals - Bershka £39.99



I hardly ever wear open toed shoes but I love the wooden heel on these and anything that would make me a normal height is always a bonus.

I am a sucker for all things Vivienne Westwood. If my bank account allowed it I'll spend my life spending and spending. This Anglomania with Melissa flats are not only beautiful but they are also a bargain (...considering) at only £85! *Wishes for money*.

Flats - Vivienne Westwood with Melissa £85



What I wore: First outing in my Biba dress

What I wore: First outing in my Biba dress

For the Easter holidays my flat mate Charlie and I went to go an visit my mum in Scotland. As we arrived ON pay day we both got a little too spend happy and flashed the plastic more than we should have done.

Out of all the things I struggled back to London with (like a pack horse...) my favourite purchase is my new Biba dress.



I've being saying for a while that I wanted to revamp what I occasionally believe is my lack of style and this dress ticks all the boxes.

I normally stick to pastel shades as I think they go better with my pale skin so the emerald colours in this dress are something completely new for me but they are just as flattering.

As I'm a tiny, tiny person. Over sized tunic shapes are usually the most unflattering thing on my frame because they make me look like I have no shape whatsoever. To over come this, I've worked out a variety of ways I can wear this dress and still show off what curves I have. The first time I wore it I chose to rouche the excess fabric together with a broach and I'm in love with the finished result. It's like a completely different dress.


I paired this little beauty with my bargain Vivienne Westwood shoes and my favourite Irregular Choice clutch. Lovely.



Not only all of that, the dress was a steal. From £140 down to £35. #winforaj

Today I wrote a blog...

Today I wrote a blog...

and it was hard.

I'm not one to reveal all my feelings and emotions on the internet. I prefer to keep them to myself or vent at my flatmate.

But sometimes it just needs to be done. I read this post over and over again. I sent it to my bestest friend and she told me 'I liked it, but that doesn't mean I enjoyed it'. Obviously this means that she understood that I was finally able to express feelings that I was even too scared to show her. So I thought 'fuck it'.

For those of you who are interested here it is. I don't expect sympathy but sometimes some things just need to be told so you can finally be free.

Getting over you.


Last night I dreamed of you.

But not one of those dreams.

It’s been at least a month since I even let myself think of you and my grieving process has possibly been harder than others’ or it’s just cliché. Constantly replaying the moment you said goodbye, missing the smell of you on my sheets, remembering her face. Haunted by her face.

I’ve tried screaming, crying, sitting for hours in silence. Sleeping with friends, sleeping with strangers (well… wanting to) but nothing compares to you and your touch.

I’ve spent nearly a year clinging on to something that’s not there and I can never get back. Claiming that she took you from me and refusing to let my broken heart heal. Making up my mind that I would NEVER get over you. It’s a little bit ridiculous.

But then last night I dreamed of you.

Every day when I go past Archway station I’m terrified I’ll bump into you. But in my dream it wasn’t so hard. You were just sitting there holding her hand while her head rested on the spot where I used to believe only mine would fit.

And you looked happy.

It was easy to just walk on over and sit down near you. Just to see. You didn’t even notice me or I just don’t exist anymore. There was only her. But it didn’t hurt.

Your smile and the sound of your laughter, the way you rest your head on hers the way you used to do to me. It helped me to breathe and helped me to realise that I would be OK.

You were happy and that was all I wanted when I was too busy convincing myself I wanted to hate you.

You needed to be happy; I wanted you to be happy.

It was only a dream but part of it is real. Maybe I’ll never see you again and maybe I’ll still be scared of bumping into you every day. Then again, one day, I’ll eventually meet someone who will make me forget you too.

 Maybe I will never get over you, but I’ll be OK.

You’ll be happy and I want you to be.