I was young, naive and, well, a little bit hopeless, when I got into my first relationship. I'd always told myself that guys didn't like me, you see. I was (and still am) a little goofy, kind of awkward and struggled to be remotely sexy 99% of the time. I didn't know how to talk to the opposite sex, I'd never had 'guy friends' and any kind of 'date' I'd been on, didn't transpire any longer than a couple more meet ups... especially since I giggled like a little girl anytime a guy tried to kiss me... which was a clear sign I wasn't going to put out (yeah, guys didn't like that lol).

SO, when someone came into my life and showed in an interest in me (and maybe not just the interest of getting into my knickers) I became completely infatuated straight away.

A GUY LIKES ME? HOW CAN THIS BE?



This person had a hold on me that I'm not even sure I realised. This person could ask me for anything and I'd give it them, purely because I was so terrified that there would be no one else ever to 'want' me like that ever again.

I thought I was so in love. I thought I'd gotten a romance that I'd always dreamed of. But, the reality was, this person was soooo in my head, that I'd just completely forgotten about what I actually wanted and who I actually was.

I mean, I'd turn down work, cancel driving lessons, spend so much money on travel, just so I could be with them. I'd pay for everything, I'd do things that they wanted to do, even when I didn't think I wanted to do them and I'd not even think about it... I'd just do it.

I stopped seeing my own friends, barely saw my family (because they never made the effort to come to mine) and they told me not to hang round with certain people simply because they didn't want me to.

I was so blinded by 'love' that I didn't realise how toxic the whole situation was.



Nowadays, if my boyfriend said something about my appearance, that wasn't constructive and just plain cruel, I'd think FUCK YOU and probably tell him to think about what the hell he's saying to me. But, back then, I'd let anything be said to me: "Are you sure you're not pregnant, you're looking a little chubby?" "As long as you keep your thigh gap, you're fine" "I don't think you should eat so much" - I let all those little things sink into me. I let myself absorb them like they were just normal things to be told by someone who 'loves' you.

They'd put me down in front of other people too. I remember one of my friends saying to me once we broke up "You always looked miserable with him. He took away all of your confidence."

And, that was one of the worst things, because before meeting them, I was in the best place of my life. I'd overcome eating disorder after eating disorder, got myself to a healthy, happy weight with a good lifestyle. I was doing really fucking well. Yet, all those kinds of comments, one by one, completely ruined all of that.

I wasn't ever allowed to be upset about it either, it would always be me 'being dramatic' or any argument would just get turned back on me.

I was excusing shit behavior, or at least ignoring it, purely because I didn't want to face that fact that they were a absolute arsehole. I'd become infatuated with a d*ckhead, and that scared the hell out of me.



I would think about the whole thing and tell myself something wasn't right, but beneath all of that rational thought, I just felt like a hideous, piece of crap that no other guy would want... since they barely wanted me to begin with.

So, the whole thing just continued.

They would let me spend money on their clothes, on their food, on their travel. They'd suggest things they didn't have the money for, and just expect me to pay for it. All of my hard earned money ended up paying for someone else's lifestyle, because god forbid they try and fit into my life, or my way of doing things. Someone like that only wants whats convenient for them.



I'd become a slave to someone's life. I'd become an accessory rather than a girlfriend.

I'd watch them flirt with girls at bars whilst they were up there with my debit card. I'd have them show me pictures of other girls and then tell me they thought she/they were 'so hot'. I'd have them tell me to try and dress like other girls, because they dressed sexier than me.

It became clear that they didn't want me, but not so clear that they'd ever have the balls to break up with me. So, I just stayed there. I just kept going. My life became a cycle of pandering to them and forgetting about all of the other things I used to love.



By the end of the whole thing was when I began to realise how 'private' everything of their's was. I mean, they could get into my phone anytime they wanted, they had a fingerprint and knew my passcode, yet it wasn't the same with me and their phone.

They'd always have unread Instagram DMs and Facebook messages, and as much as I'd wonder who they were from, I'd never question it. I wouldn't ever invade someone's privacy.

I think if I were to ask, I'd have just gotten a lash back of 'why don't you trust me? I trust you!'

Then one morning, they woke up, telling me they'd had a dream that I'd cheated on them. I thought, 'well we know that's not true' and just kind of laughed it off, thinking to myself 'if anyone was going to cheat here, it's not going to be me'. 

I thought it was kind of odd.

But, what do you know, that's the same day I'd found out they'd cheated on me, and had done multiple times.

I guess if someone's 'worried' or talking about you cheating on them, it's pretty possible that they're the one who's cheating on you.

Weird, but makes sense I guess.



Even after breaking up, they'd still have me going crawling back to them. They'd be sleeping with the girl who they cheated on me with, yet telling me they love me and couldn't live without me. They'd say things like "I want to be with you, just not now... I don't know when." or be saying that they don't really like the other girl because she does certain things and "why would I want someone like that, when I've had someone like you?".

It was all just truly fucked up.

Then, one day I just blocked them. Cut them out of my life completely. And, suddenly it was like I could breathe again... sure I was financially unstable for 7 months after, but at least I could breathe and go back to being ME again.



Anyway, the reason for me writing this, wasn't just for me to vent and talk about my shitty past relationship with you guys, it was to give any of you, who might be out there in the same sort of situation, a heads up.

If you're in a relationship that makes you feel the way I did, as hard as I know it is, please think about getting out of it. There are better people out there, who will love you and treat you like you should be treated.

Relationships should be equal - you should never feel 'less' than your partner or feel trapped in anyway.

Looking back at that relationship, it just seems like such bullshit to me. And, as much as I thought it was love, it wasn't. It was the idea of love, and the idea that someone possibly loved me. I was obsessed with the fact that I finally had someone.

Now I can actually see the difference between that, because, despite the whole idea I had about a guy never loving me again, I've managed to meet the best guy in the world. So, if you, like me, are out there panicking that there's nobody else, trust me, there is.

Real love doesn't make you hurt like a manipulative relationship does. I really really know that now.

Manipulative Relationships



I was young, naive and, well, a little bit hopeless, when I got into my first relationship. I'd always told myself that guys didn't like me, you see. I was (and still am) a little goofy, kind of awkward and struggled to be remotely sexy 99% of the time. I didn't know how to talk to the opposite sex, I'd never had 'guy friends' and any kind of 'date' I'd been on, didn't transpire any longer than a couple more meet ups... especially since I giggled like a little girl anytime a guy tried to kiss me... which was a clear sign I wasn't going to put out (yeah, guys didn't like that lol).

SO, when someone came into my life and showed in an interest in me (and maybe not just the interest of getting into my knickers) I became completely infatuated straight away.

A GUY LIKES ME? HOW CAN THIS BE?



This person had a hold on me that I'm not even sure I realised. This person could ask me for anything and I'd give it them, purely because I was so terrified that there would be no one else ever to 'want' me like that ever again.

I thought I was so in love. I thought I'd gotten a romance that I'd always dreamed of. But, the reality was, this person was soooo in my head, that I'd just completely forgotten about what I actually wanted and who I actually was.

I mean, I'd turn down work, cancel driving lessons, spend so much money on travel, just so I could be with them. I'd pay for everything, I'd do things that they wanted to do, even when I didn't think I wanted to do them and I'd not even think about it... I'd just do it.

I stopped seeing my own friends, barely saw my family (because they never made the effort to come to mine) and they told me not to hang round with certain people simply because they didn't want me to.

I was so blinded by 'love' that I didn't realise how toxic the whole situation was.



Nowadays, if my boyfriend said something about my appearance, that wasn't constructive and just plain cruel, I'd think FUCK YOU and probably tell him to think about what the hell he's saying to me. But, back then, I'd let anything be said to me: "Are you sure you're not pregnant, you're looking a little chubby?" "As long as you keep your thigh gap, you're fine" "I don't think you should eat so much" - I let all those little things sink into me. I let myself absorb them like they were just normal things to be told by someone who 'loves' you.

They'd put me down in front of other people too. I remember one of my friends saying to me once we broke up "You always looked miserable with him. He took away all of your confidence."

And, that was one of the worst things, because before meeting them, I was in the best place of my life. I'd overcome eating disorder after eating disorder, got myself to a healthy, happy weight with a good lifestyle. I was doing really fucking well. Yet, all those kinds of comments, one by one, completely ruined all of that.

I wasn't ever allowed to be upset about it either, it would always be me 'being dramatic' or any argument would just get turned back on me.

I was excusing shit behavior, or at least ignoring it, purely because I didn't want to face that fact that they were a absolute arsehole. I'd become infatuated with a d*ckhead, and that scared the hell out of me.



I would think about the whole thing and tell myself something wasn't right, but beneath all of that rational thought, I just felt like a hideous, piece of crap that no other guy would want... since they barely wanted me to begin with.

So, the whole thing just continued.

They would let me spend money on their clothes, on their food, on their travel. They'd suggest things they didn't have the money for, and just expect me to pay for it. All of my hard earned money ended up paying for someone else's lifestyle, because god forbid they try and fit into my life, or my way of doing things. Someone like that only wants whats convenient for them.



I'd become a slave to someone's life. I'd become an accessory rather than a girlfriend.

I'd watch them flirt with girls at bars whilst they were up there with my debit card. I'd have them show me pictures of other girls and then tell me they thought she/they were 'so hot'. I'd have them tell me to try and dress like other girls, because they dressed sexier than me.

It became clear that they didn't want me, but not so clear that they'd ever have the balls to break up with me. So, I just stayed there. I just kept going. My life became a cycle of pandering to them and forgetting about all of the other things I used to love.



By the end of the whole thing was when I began to realise how 'private' everything of their's was. I mean, they could get into my phone anytime they wanted, they had a fingerprint and knew my passcode, yet it wasn't the same with me and their phone.

They'd always have unread Instagram DMs and Facebook messages, and as much as I'd wonder who they were from, I'd never question it. I wouldn't ever invade someone's privacy.

I think if I were to ask, I'd have just gotten a lash back of 'why don't you trust me? I trust you!'

Then one morning, they woke up, telling me they'd had a dream that I'd cheated on them. I thought, 'well we know that's not true' and just kind of laughed it off, thinking to myself 'if anyone was going to cheat here, it's not going to be me'. 

I thought it was kind of odd.

But, what do you know, that's the same day I'd found out they'd cheated on me, and had done multiple times.

I guess if someone's 'worried' or talking about you cheating on them, it's pretty possible that they're the one who's cheating on you.

Weird, but makes sense I guess.



Even after breaking up, they'd still have me going crawling back to them. They'd be sleeping with the girl who they cheated on me with, yet telling me they love me and couldn't live without me. They'd say things like "I want to be with you, just not now... I don't know when." or be saying that they don't really like the other girl because she does certain things and "why would I want someone like that, when I've had someone like you?".

It was all just truly fucked up.

Then, one day I just blocked them. Cut them out of my life completely. And, suddenly it was like I could breathe again... sure I was financially unstable for 7 months after, but at least I could breathe and go back to being ME again.



Anyway, the reason for me writing this, wasn't just for me to vent and talk about my shitty past relationship with you guys, it was to give any of you, who might be out there in the same sort of situation, a heads up.

If you're in a relationship that makes you feel the way I did, as hard as I know it is, please think about getting out of it. There are better people out there, who will love you and treat you like you should be treated.

Relationships should be equal - you should never feel 'less' than your partner or feel trapped in anyway.

Looking back at that relationship, it just seems like such bullshit to me. And, as much as I thought it was love, it wasn't. It was the idea of love, and the idea that someone possibly loved me. I was obsessed with the fact that I finally had someone.

Now I can actually see the difference between that, because, despite the whole idea I had about a guy never loving me again, I've managed to meet the best guy in the world. So, if you, like me, are out there panicking that there's nobody else, trust me, there is.

Real love doesn't make you hurt like a manipulative relationship does. I really really know that now.


'Tis the season to grab your sexy undies, sing a bit of 'Santa Baby', whilst manically panicking that one of your boobs is going to pop out (circa Rachel in Friends) if you jump up and down too much with excitement.

Or, something like that.

Well, yeah. It's that time of year... we're nearing towards Christmas, and Christmas means it's time, not only to treat others, but to treat yourself to a little something something.



If you're a lover of lingerie simply for yourself, or whether you're looking to slip into something slinky for your significant other, I have got the brand for you.

Dorina will simply make all of your black lacy Christmas wishes come true. From slip dresses, to pyjama sets and push up bras that give me the boobs I've always wanted, there's a bit of everything for everyone.

"Lingerie is fashion, and I treat it as such."

Above, you can see one of my favourite sets, The Arielle Push-Up Bra & Brief. There's something about the way this set makes me feel that I just can't simply sum up with the word 'sexy'. I guess I could say 'empowered' but I still feel like that doesn't cut it...

Anyway, this set is perfect if you're looking for a push up bra this season - rather than grabbing for your old nude one, that's been stuck in the back of your drawer since you last wore it, treat yourself to this one with it's gorgeous design and comfortable fit. I literally think it is a dream! PLUS who doesn't love a matching set, am I right?



The next piece is the Savannah Satin Slip Dress (only £22 on ASOS!). This is perfect if you're the Blair Waldorf type, or if you're looking to have a nice night in with the boyf over the Christmas period.

The satin material is beautiful, so luxurious feeling and so comfortable, and the dark black colour is the perfect thing to pair with a glossy festive red lip.

So SO lovely.



If it's comfy pj's you're after, then this next one will tickle your fancy.

This is the Black Romy Camisole and Short Pyjama Set.

The material of this is super nice - it's lightweight and made from sustainable beech-tree pulp (how unique is that?!) I love the fact that the set is both cute and a little slinky, meaning it's perfect for any kind of occasion! I love just lounging round in mine - it makes a change from my usual baggy jumper and boyfriend's trackies haha.


So yeah, Dorina have got you covered, plus there's LOADS more to check out too!

Look below to shop yourself!


Lingerie & Nightwear To Treat Yourself To This Christmas


'Tis the season to grab your sexy undies, sing a bit of 'Santa Baby', whilst manically panicking that one of your boobs is going to pop out (circa Rachel in Friends) if you jump up and down too much with excitement.

Or, something like that.

Well, yeah. It's that time of year... we're nearing towards Christmas, and Christmas means it's time, not only to treat others, but to treat yourself to a little something something.



If you're a lover of lingerie simply for yourself, or whether you're looking to slip into something slinky for your significant other, I have got the brand for you.

Dorina will simply make all of your black lacy Christmas wishes come true. From slip dresses, to pyjama sets and push up bras that give me the boobs I've always wanted, there's a bit of everything for everyone.

"Lingerie is fashion, and I treat it as such."

Above, you can see one of my favourite sets, The Arielle Push-Up Bra & Brief. There's something about the way this set makes me feel that I just can't simply sum up with the word 'sexy'. I guess I could say 'empowered' but I still feel like that doesn't cut it...

Anyway, this set is perfect if you're looking for a push up bra this season - rather than grabbing for your old nude one, that's been stuck in the back of your drawer since you last wore it, treat yourself to this one with it's gorgeous design and comfortable fit. I literally think it is a dream! PLUS who doesn't love a matching set, am I right?



The next piece is the Savannah Satin Slip Dress (only £22 on ASOS!). This is perfect if you're the Blair Waldorf type, or if you're looking to have a nice night in with the boyf over the Christmas period.

The satin material is beautiful, so luxurious feeling and so comfortable, and the dark black colour is the perfect thing to pair with a glossy festive red lip.

So SO lovely.



If it's comfy pj's you're after, then this next one will tickle your fancy.

This is the Black Romy Camisole and Short Pyjama Set.

The material of this is super nice - it's lightweight and made from sustainable beech-tree pulp (how unique is that?!) I love the fact that the set is both cute and a little slinky, meaning it's perfect for any kind of occasion! I love just lounging round in mine - it makes a change from my usual baggy jumper and boyfriend's trackies haha.


So yeah, Dorina have got you covered, plus there's LOADS more to check out too!

Look below to shop yourself!



I don't know about you guys, but this year has been pretty damn draining, to say the least.

This year has had major lows and exciting highs, but all in all there's been this constant feeling in the back of my mind that everything that I have done, everything that I've seen, everything that I've felt, just has not been good enough.

And, well, I guess it kind of has to do with how amazing I felt last year was. 

Last year, I felt like I accomplished a lot, whereas this year has felt like I've been trying to drag myself out of a dark place for the majority of it.

From the start of this year, I have had this worthlessness set under my skin and it has not been easy to get rid of. 

I remember thinking to myself, "by the end of the year, I'll be okay again, I won't feel like this anymore", but as more time passed, it all just seemed to sink in deeper and deeper and feel harder to escape from.


Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that this year has been a total shit show, I've had some lovely little moments. I've done some really cool jobs with amazing brands, met some great people and also managed to fall head over heels in love with an amazing guy... but, no matter how amazing all of that feels, I still don't feel like I've accomplished enough. I feel like I've lost myself, lost my way, and trying to scrape all of that back has been really difficult.

And, the irony is, 'the show must go on', no matter how crap I feel about myself or how much I just want to sink into my bed and not surface for 3 months, I feel like I can't do that. There's money to be made, there's appearances to keep, there's shit to get done, and that's probably one of the most daunting things to consider.

If I stop now, if I take a break, will things just stop altogether? will my career crumble? will people forget I exist? 

I hate thinking about all my hard work - the work I've pushed through to produce during the crappiest times - just completely going to waste. 


I feel like there's a standard I need to keep up with, you know? Yet I'm too drained and too confused to do it.

I see all these models/bloggers I know doing incredible workouts, going for morning runs and booking amazing jobs, whilst I, at the sidelines, have been struggling with Binge Eating Disorder, fighting to drag myself out of bed and taking all of my emotions, all of my feelings of worthlessness, out on myself. And, simply put, it's hard.

Sure, there's nothing stopping me going for a run or anything like that... but it's psychological, my brain screams 'you're not good enough' and that just leads to me punishing myself for that feeling. 

The comparison is getting to me. The idea of being 'the best', of being 'great', is tiring the life out of me and I'm not sure how much longer I can attempt to keep up, without dealing with all the stuff going on in my head first.

That's why I keep thinking of this idea of a break - despite how much my brain is telling me I can't stop now - I'd love a month or two to just really focus on ME, and nothing else. 

I think that'd do me a lot of good.


But, first, I guess I need to knock this feeling that I'm going to become a failure if I take time to do so. I need to realise that trying to push and be 'the best' or be the 'greatest' when I'm in such a rubbish place to begin with, is only going to lead me to come crashing back down again from stress and getting overwhelmed... I mean, I've been there and done it before, haven't we all?

And, I know, (and think we all know), that taking a step back always works. Working on yourself, working on ideas and coming back with a fresh mind is a much better approach.

As much as I have these worries that if I have a break, even a short one, everyone will forget I exist, or no one will want to work with me anymore, maybe it's better to come back at a 'refreshed' 'new' version of myself, that's actually managed to deal with all her shit?


So, this is me, getting all those thoughts I've had about being overwhelmed, the fear of being forgotten or being a failure, and the want of taking a break, into some writing and trying to see it all a bit clearer. This is me, trying to knock that feeling and realise I don't have to be doing 'amazing' constantly, it's okay to take some time and sort things out. 

The same applies to all of you too - don't let that competitive feeling get to you. Work on yourself and work at your own pace. 

"Release Yourself From The Expectation Of Greatness"


I don't know about you guys, but this year has been pretty damn draining, to say the least.

This year has had major lows and exciting highs, but all in all there's been this constant feeling in the back of my mind that everything that I have done, everything that I've seen, everything that I've felt, just has not been good enough.

And, well, I guess it kind of has to do with how amazing I felt last year was. 

Last year, I felt like I accomplished a lot, whereas this year has felt like I've been trying to drag myself out of a dark place for the majority of it.

From the start of this year, I have had this worthlessness set under my skin and it has not been easy to get rid of. 

I remember thinking to myself, "by the end of the year, I'll be okay again, I won't feel like this anymore", but as more time passed, it all just seemed to sink in deeper and deeper and feel harder to escape from.


Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that this year has been a total shit show, I've had some lovely little moments. I've done some really cool jobs with amazing brands, met some great people and also managed to fall head over heels in love with an amazing guy... but, no matter how amazing all of that feels, I still don't feel like I've accomplished enough. I feel like I've lost myself, lost my way, and trying to scrape all of that back has been really difficult.

And, the irony is, 'the show must go on', no matter how crap I feel about myself or how much I just want to sink into my bed and not surface for 3 months, I feel like I can't do that. There's money to be made, there's appearances to keep, there's shit to get done, and that's probably one of the most daunting things to consider.

If I stop now, if I take a break, will things just stop altogether? will my career crumble? will people forget I exist? 

I hate thinking about all my hard work - the work I've pushed through to produce during the crappiest times - just completely going to waste. 


I feel like there's a standard I need to keep up with, you know? Yet I'm too drained and too confused to do it.

I see all these models/bloggers I know doing incredible workouts, going for morning runs and booking amazing jobs, whilst I, at the sidelines, have been struggling with Binge Eating Disorder, fighting to drag myself out of bed and taking all of my emotions, all of my feelings of worthlessness, out on myself. And, simply put, it's hard.

Sure, there's nothing stopping me going for a run or anything like that... but it's psychological, my brain screams 'you're not good enough' and that just leads to me punishing myself for that feeling. 

The comparison is getting to me. The idea of being 'the best', of being 'great', is tiring the life out of me and I'm not sure how much longer I can attempt to keep up, without dealing with all the stuff going on in my head first.

That's why I keep thinking of this idea of a break - despite how much my brain is telling me I can't stop now - I'd love a month or two to just really focus on ME, and nothing else. 

I think that'd do me a lot of good.


But, first, I guess I need to knock this feeling that I'm going to become a failure if I take time to do so. I need to realise that trying to push and be 'the best' or be the 'greatest' when I'm in such a rubbish place to begin with, is only going to lead me to come crashing back down again from stress and getting overwhelmed... I mean, I've been there and done it before, haven't we all?

And, I know, (and think we all know), that taking a step back always works. Working on yourself, working on ideas and coming back with a fresh mind is a much better approach.

As much as I have these worries that if I have a break, even a short one, everyone will forget I exist, or no one will want to work with me anymore, maybe it's better to come back at a 'refreshed' 'new' version of myself, that's actually managed to deal with all her shit?


So, this is me, getting all those thoughts I've had about being overwhelmed, the fear of being forgotten or being a failure, and the want of taking a break, into some writing and trying to see it all a bit clearer. This is me, trying to knock that feeling and realise I don't have to be doing 'amazing' constantly, it's okay to take some time and sort things out. 

The same applies to all of you too - don't let that competitive feeling get to you. Work on yourself and work at your own pace. 

manipulate
mould
shape me
make me what you want

abuse 
mistreat
confuse
confuse love with the way you twist and turn me into what you'd rather have

what you'd rather have
I cannot be
I cannot be that



Shape Shifter


manipulate
mould
shape me
make me what you want

abuse 
mistreat
confuse
confuse love with the way you twist and turn me into what you'd rather have

what you'd rather have
I cannot be
I cannot be that




It's November, so it basically Christmas/NYE party time... right?

Well, regardless of whether you're not one for the early festivities, or whether you're ready to rumble with the Mariah Carey soundtrack on the 1st November, today I'm going to *attempt* to ignite your party spirits.



You see, there's nothing I love more than a little dance and a boogie to a bit of 80s/90s music... or whatever music tickles ya fancy. It literally brings out all those little bubbles of giddy joy in me, or that could just be the 3rd gin and tonic I'm drinking... I don't know. Anyway, I love music, I love spending time with friends, I love putting on a nice little dress and enjoying myself - especially at this time of year.

But, well, this year has been tough, and even when I've been out or had a bit of dance in my favourite bar or done a little skip down the street, I always had something in the back on my mind. My mind has never felt empty of worry.

The years been filled with a lot of down moments, a lot of tough times and a lot of stress, so it's safe it say I'm COMPLETELY ready to party my troubles away, worry-free, once and for all.



The great thing about it too now is that, I'm surrounded with people who are ready to dance my troubles away with me as well - people that want to say sayonara to my problems as much as I do. I'm so grateful to have people around me who are constantly lifting me up and reminding me that I'm allowed to feel the good, bad and the ugly, but I deserve to feel the best!

And, well, what better way to wave goodbye to my troubles than whilst dressed in some gorgeous dresses, am I right?!





If you're wondering where these two fabulous pieces are from, they're from Sister Jane and Ghospell.

This amazing velvet dress is the perfect thing for the colder season... you know, when we all become hermits and live off of mince pies and Yorkshire puddings 24/7?

The fit of it is super flattering, whilst also being sooo loose and comfortable (major room for food babies). 

I love the gold buttons and the beautiful Burgundy colour - so perfect for A/W.



Then this fabulous polka dot dress from Ghospell has the most amazing sleeves! I love the contrast between that and the fitted shape of the dress, plus who doesn't love a little bit of polka dot? It's a classic!

Ghospell honestly have some of the best dresses - all of my favourites are from there right now.



Anyway, moving away from my snazzy dresses, and back to my main point.

If you, like me, have had one hell of a year, and are ready to say a big good bye to your working woes and mental health blips, then grab yourself a nice little party dress, turn on your favourite music, dance like you're part of Beyonce's squad, and party your god damn troubles away - even if just for one night!

We all deserve to just dance it out, drink it out, party it out, whether it be for every Friday until the end of December or whether it's literally just for a few hours one night for your Christmas do'.

LET'S JUST HAVE FUN FOR ONCE AND NOT OVERTHINK IT! ♥

Party Your Troubles Away


It's November, so it basically Christmas/NYE party time... right?

Well, regardless of whether you're not one for the early festivities, or whether you're ready to rumble with the Mariah Carey soundtrack on the 1st November, today I'm going to *attempt* to ignite your party spirits.



You see, there's nothing I love more than a little dance and a boogie to a bit of 80s/90s music... or whatever music tickles ya fancy. It literally brings out all those little bubbles of giddy joy in me, or that could just be the 3rd gin and tonic I'm drinking... I don't know. Anyway, I love music, I love spending time with friends, I love putting on a nice little dress and enjoying myself - especially at this time of year.

But, well, this year has been tough, and even when I've been out or had a bit of dance in my favourite bar or done a little skip down the street, I always had something in the back on my mind. My mind has never felt empty of worry.

The years been filled with a lot of down moments, a lot of tough times and a lot of stress, so it's safe it say I'm COMPLETELY ready to party my troubles away, worry-free, once and for all.



The great thing about it too now is that, I'm surrounded with people who are ready to dance my troubles away with me as well - people that want to say sayonara to my problems as much as I do. I'm so grateful to have people around me who are constantly lifting me up and reminding me that I'm allowed to feel the good, bad and the ugly, but I deserve to feel the best!

And, well, what better way to wave goodbye to my troubles than whilst dressed in some gorgeous dresses, am I right?!





If you're wondering where these two fabulous pieces are from, they're from Sister Jane and Ghospell.

This amazing velvet dress is the perfect thing for the colder season... you know, when we all become hermits and live off of mince pies and Yorkshire puddings 24/7?

The fit of it is super flattering, whilst also being sooo loose and comfortable (major room for food babies). 

I love the gold buttons and the beautiful Burgundy colour - so perfect for A/W.



Then this fabulous polka dot dress from Ghospell has the most amazing sleeves! I love the contrast between that and the fitted shape of the dress, plus who doesn't love a little bit of polka dot? It's a classic!

Ghospell honestly have some of the best dresses - all of my favourites are from there right now.



Anyway, moving away from my snazzy dresses, and back to my main point.

If you, like me, have had one hell of a year, and are ready to say a big good bye to your working woes and mental health blips, then grab yourself a nice little party dress, turn on your favourite music, dance like you're part of Beyonce's squad, and party your god damn troubles away - even if just for one night!

We all deserve to just dance it out, drink it out, party it out, whether it be for every Friday until the end of December or whether it's literally just for a few hours one night for your Christmas do'.

LET'S JUST HAVE FUN FOR ONCE AND NOT OVERTHINK IT! ♥

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