I’m constantly scrolling down my Instagram feed fiercely jealous of bloggers like The Kitty Luxe and Lady Writes having a stunning photo shoot, getting papped by the likes of Fordtography and OhItsSare. I’m so envious I don’t even know where to start – the killer blogger outfits, the cool London locations, the skill of the photographer? Teach me your ways!View Post
I think everyone has got a bottle of Palmer’s Cocoa Butter Formula Body Lotion in the bathroom cupboard somewhere. It’s a cult-status body product that whole-heartedly deserves its prestige.
Palmer’s have been around for yonks, so they must be doing something right. The brand have developed the perfect formula to keep your skin velvety soft, with a range of products for, well, pretty much anything.
Intu centres are springing up all over the country, from Intu Trafford to Intu Lakeside. Here in Staffordshire, we have Intu Potteries. It has transformed what was becoming a run-down shopping centre into a vibrant shopping hotspot, cinema and dining plaza.
Last week you may have seen my Eat The Disco post, which launched The Exchange’s new brunch menu alongside a fabulous little makers market.
This week, I headed back for the third time in a week, following a Gin Masterclass on Thursday… I really can’t get enough of the place.
I cannot promise you that I’m not writing this post fully under the influence of alcohol following a Gin Masterclass.
Back in January, The Exchange, Hanley, did a hugeeeee giveaway where they give something different away every day in January. I was lucky enough to win a Gin Masterclass for me and three other people!
I’m coming to the end of my second year studying Journalism at Staffordshire University and the pressure is ON. Ironically, I nearly didn’t write this post out of guilt of it taking up valuable revision time. I knew I’d kick myself if I didn’t write it and well, here we are.
Four years ago if I’d have gone shopping with my mum and she picked up anything frilly, sequined or heaven forbid floral, she’d be met with an ‘ugh, mum for God’s sake… do you know me at all.’
As it turns out, she knew me very bloody well; mum knew 20-year-old-me.