Saving money is and will always be a difficult task. Its such a great idea to save for a rainy day but if those rainy days come far too often we can all feel  like we are drowning. I have been quite fortunate wnough to pay of the majority of my bills a few years ago.

It took nearly 4 months of working over 60 a week without a day off but I paid the majority of the debt I owed. Saving has been difficult but and as of this moment in time I know I wil just about cover my bills and have a little bit in my savings.

I can’t save.

I am not a girl who can save, but it is something I want to work on. Through out January I will try my damndest to save and get some money behind me. And so far I am not massively failing. Much to my surprise!

Saving change.

I have to admit that I tend to pay for everything by card but every once in a while I do have to venture into actually having cash on me, usually when I get my car washed. Saving the pennies will over time allow you to save a little bit more than expected. Its quite surprising if I am honest.

Working out your monthly expenditure.

Boring but necessary, especially when you have a target you want to achieve. I usually get paid weekly so saving can be quite tricky. Working out my weekly/monthly expenditure has been so beneficial. It has given me a great insite into what I can spend and save.

Moving a certain amount to your savings account.

Recently I have set up a standing order so that a small amount of money moves across from my current account to my savings. This amount of money isn’t enough to notice or change how I spend my money but overtime it most definitely builds up.

Saving for that awful rainy day is difficult ad trying to work out all the variables can seem daunting. It is important to remember that money can be moved back from your savings and just because the above tips seem to be working for me, doesn’t mean it will work for every one.



ASOS Wish List.

Hello my loves,

Recently in a rather ambitious moment I decided to throw quite a lot of my clothes away. The old, the holey and the down right awful have all gone to the clothing bank, meaning I have no other option but to treat myself to some new additions.

After a few hours scrolling ASOS I couldn’t help myself but dream of the new additions to my wardrobe.  From dresses to earing you name it I have imagined 2-3 out fits and argued whether or not it would fit the ‘overall look’ of my wardrobe. You see I am very much a creature of habit, so new clothes often don’t get of the coat hanger or even, in some cases ever out of the bag.

Here are some of the dreamy pieces I have found on my hunt for a new and improved wardrobe!

ASOS Ruched body Cross Buckle Midi Dress,£38.00

ASOS Petite Lace Midi Prom Skirt,£40.00

ASOS Crochet Trim Fluted Sleeve Off Beach Dress, £28.00

Monki Pearl drop Earing,£6.00

ASOS Mini Dress Hanky Hem and Frill Cuffs, £28.00.

ASOS is definitely my go to place to shop! If I need something its the first place I look and I almost always find something I love!

Let me know if you love any of the above in the comments below!

Tiny Lush Haul.

I don’t often splurge but if i do it will probably in Lush. Lush is a brand loved by so many bloggers out there all for varying different reasons. I will always adore lush because of their bath bombs. Obviously they smell absolutely incredibly but i love them because once the bath bomb hits that water i have 20 minutes of piece. 20 minutes away from the drama and mish mash of life.

I received a lush gift card for Christmas, so when i had a chance i thought i would treat myself to a few new bits. And i am very happy with my purchases.

Rose jam. Gift box.

A small rose jam and a full sized rose jam bubble bar, all wrapped in a  tight green box with a stunning floral scarf. The initial price was arounf £14.00 but due to the sale i got it at the bargain price of £7.50.

Sex bomb bath bomb.

My ultimate favourite bath bomb. The floral cent fro this pretty little bath bomb always makes me feel so relaxed. This amazing little fizzer, leaves a few uber cute petals. I absolutely loveeee, this epic little bath bomb.

I think i was pretty resevered today and impretty impressed with myself. A cheap little haul which will no doubt make my week and keep me sane in the madness that is going back to work after chrisstmas.!

A week in the life.

I’ve been throwing around a few ideas lately, I really love the idea of an casual day I the life post, but if I am entirely honest with you. I am nowhere near interesting enough to warrant one. After trying numerous times in the past an having absolutely no idea how to create the ultimate day in the life post. I kind of wanted to give up.

After the idea popped into my head a few weeks ago I have been rummaging around the blogosphere for some inspiration as to how to create my own spin on the damned ‘day in the life post’ and I just can’t seem to find the words or inspiration to do so.

So this is my attempt to do my ‘a week in the life highs and the lows’. This week isn’t particularly special nor is it have the epitome of class, it just describes my mundane life in the hopes it would be vaguely interesting.IMG_3770[1].JPG


I am a receptionist by day and a blogger by night! So my work never really seems to end. A combination of uploading daily and working 40 hours a week can often leave me feeling a little shit. Usually hitting a wall around Wednesday Lunch time. After giving myself a pep talk I soon find my stride after all I hope to one day be good at balancing out my life.


As previously mentioned I try my damn-est to do as much blogging as I can do at home. Therefore there is very little time spent with any one. On the occasion I do give myself a day off I tend to have a springer spaniel attached to my socks.

I also try to read a few chapters of a book a week. I quite like to designate Sunday evenings to read a good chunk of a book. Currently I am only a chapter or two into ‘The Woman who met her match’ by Fiona Gibson, although at the moment I am no quite sure how the story will play out but I am looking forward to the rest of the plot.


My weekends tend to revolve around blogging images. I love to bulk create images as it’s something that must be done for my blog. I am by no means any good at any form of photography but I most definitely am giving it my best shot (and nagging my friends to help get those all-important outfit shots I so desperately want to do).

Aside from blogging you will most probably find me reading or being the 5th judge on the voice – from the comfort of my own sofa. With a glass of wine and a good old giggle with my mum, I try my best to just put the weeks stresses at the back of my mind and relax.

If I am entirely honest, I really enjoyed writing this post its so easy to forget how much you do in a week ! What are the things you most look forward to in the week?

Are you like myself and are reaching for the Pinot as soon as you can? Let me know in the comments x

5 things to let you know you are over an EX

IMG_E4171[1]We’ve all been in a relationship where one party is more into ‘it’ than the other. One person out of the two is so utterly besotted with the other that they would do anything possible to make the other feel empowered. As much as we all know relationships are rocky, we all have ‘THAT’ person, that one person that even after month of no communication seemingly has all the right on the world to knock the wind out of your sales with a simple ‘Hello Stranger’ text.

BUT, what if the unthinkable happens? What if you get over THAT guy? A strange thought if there ever was one? Life is more Tinderella than Cinderella, that picture perfect dream we all hope for doesn’t always come true and sometimes, we move on – even from the person we were once utterly smitten with.

For me this was my ex. I have loved previously, but that was pretty much reciprocated whereas with my ex I always strived to make him for me as I did him. A strange concept looking back because I now know that he just wasn’t that into me. And that was fine, his behaviour in the relationship wasn’t but his feelings were perfectly valid. I love with every ounce of my being so I when I am in a relationship I give everything I can, for some that’s just not enough because you are simply not right for them.

A few days ago I mistakenly text my ex and as the conversation progressed I realized I didn’t love him anymore. I didn’t feel the need to massage his ego or proclaim my undying love. I also didn’t need to tell him how much I hated him or proceed to go into detail about what a gigantic tosser he is. I just didn’t feel anything towards him.

Sometimes I feel like looking back is most definitely necessary, looking back on how far you’ve come is something which will both shock and surprise you. A little surprise that may just be the little kick up the arse you need to do something that you have been putting off for a while? Or just a little snippet of a much needed confidence boost.

Over the past few days I have come to the conclusion that I really don’t need any one in my life right now. I am pretty happy being single old me. And I absolutely adore the way my life is going at the moment. The following points aren’t to shame anyone, but to show what I have noticed over the past few weeks which prove (to myself at least) that my ex is no longer ‘that’ guy.

You don’t think about him daily.

I spent the majority of the relationship wanting to speak to my ex daily. A simple text or a phone call on my lunch was all I wanted, at the time I was made to feel quite selfish and needy, but who doesn’t love a good rant to their boyfriend? Hello?

Since splitting up I often wondered what he was doing, or if indeed he was thinking about me but gradually I stopped. Speaking to others about their own similar situations, opened my eyes to the fact that everybody goes through this- the months of wondering if you made a mistake. Well babe you haven’t, one day you will wake up, grab your slippers and make a brew all without a single thought of what the ex-love of your life would be doing.

The funny thing is, you won’t notice. It will seem like any other day at any other time. No euphoric parade championing you through life. No Mariachi band playing James Blunt ‘Goodbye my lover’. You will simply get on with your day.

You don’t find a belonging of theirs and revert back to bed.

As much as it sounds cliché, when you break up with someone you spend a lot of time in bed. Days go by and you do ultimately feel much better, but we all know that it is so easy to revert back to bed when we see something that slightly resembles something of theirs.

Months go by in a blink of an eye and day by day you don’t notice that next doors cat looks vaguely familiar to you ex’s family pet or that the guy next door is wearing the same jumper as he wore on your first date. Those things become insignificant as does he, eventually.

If you are simply not there yet, it is perfectly acceptable to revert back to your duvet, you can’t for getting over some one. It will happen, just trust in that.

Finding the Mute button.

The Mute button, the single biggest aid social media has ever given to anyone going through heartbreak. It is so easy to spend your life waiting for your ex significant other to wade back into your life with a sneaky little text. With most apps and phones having a mute button you need not to worry about your ex pest getting back in touch with you, just as you are becoming your best self.

Now don’t get me wrong it does take a lot of restraint to pop the dreaded ex on mute, it may be one of the first things you do in the break up process or it could be the last. Either way it is beneficial and a huge indication of moving on.

You take the time to care for yourself.

This point is very much a personal preference. I treat myself to little bits of pamper and ban my phone in the evenings, my friend goes shopping until she maxes out her cards, someone else, may look for comfort from others. Caring for yourself is personal to you and you alone, no one should ever tell you that your doing it wrong or you ‘shouldn’t’ be acting the way you are.

Taking care of yourself is just as important as eating or sleeping, especially after a break up. Break ups are painful and sometimes it takes a little TLC to get you back on your feet. A face mask here could really be the start of putting yourself first. You boss.

If they text you, you can leave them on Read.

Now, this is something that is a little bit rude. Leaving some one on read isn’t something most millennial do, but sometimes you genuinely have nothing to say. No response to a ‘Hey stranger’ text that just happens to drop into your WhatsApp at 4 am on a Sunday morning, is a perfect response to an ex and if they don’t understand that you have moved on, well they were better off left in the past.


P.S. I am fully aware that anyone can be in this situation, however, this is how I realised I was over my ex. I hope it helps someone x



Why is it so hard to believe in yourself?


Something I share with so many others is my lack of belief. Now this is nothing to do with my belief in a higher purpose, but the belief in myself. There is something to be said for a person who can throw caution to the wind and throw everything they possibly can into something they love. Yet, what if you don’t believe in yourself enough too? What if the prospect of failing seems too much?

I constantly feel like I should be doing more to make the life I want. Focusing on all elements of my life until there just isn’t anything left to do but start a new chapter, is bloody well difficult and if you can do that you need a pat on the back. But for us little bit less than wonder woman folk, the prospect of failing petrifies us to our very core.

Believing in yourself is not a far of dream but at times there will certainly be a what-i-can’t-do-this.-Why-am-I-even-attempting-it moments which will often lead you to drink a bottle of wine and eat your body weight in custard creams. Yet there will be that little voice inside of your head that’s whispering ‘you got this’. In the midst of a ‘oh sod it’ moment its so easy to completely disregard that voice, to totally dismiss that little part of you which believes you can do whatever you think you cant.IMG_E4176[1]

Obviously there will be times in life in which you will give up. As heart breaking as it is to admit something just isn’t meant to be. We have no control over it, sometimes we just have to leave it to fate. *vomit* In much less cliché terms, the times you give up often show you how much you want the things that you don’t.

Having a bad day but still continue to go home and write yet another 1000+ word blog post? Stats not going anywhere BUT still boss that weekly content? Jeans still don’t fit quite right but still continue to work out and eat right? All of the above are examples of the things I tend to forget. Yet those things, even though we don’t see or feel like it, show how badly we want something. Desiring to smash goals and create a better version of ourselves(I promise I’m not getting all the clichés out of one book) are in the grand scheme of things is our belief in ourselves.

When it comes to putting a plan into action its so incredibly easy to find fault in everything, to tell yourself not to put all you eggs in one basket cause you’ll end up with egg on your face. Except I cant help but wonder what would happened if people like myself did start to believe they could achieve anything? Would the way we live our life change? Would the world be filled with wonder ? Would any one even notice? Probably not.

Others wouldn’t take one blind bit of notice, but we would. The person who has constantly told themselves they would(quite possibly for the first time)  have the belief that they can do anything they set their minds too. And that mind blowing idea would give the individual themselves the confidence to reach farther than they have ever thought possible.

Self belief is such a strange thing. Its so easy to believe in others, to be proud of others achievements, but when it comes to your own- it can seem like you’re trying to plat fog. Confidence comes in all forms and self belief has to be at the for front of pretty much all of it. The belief that you should start something, leads to the confidence that you can stretch yourself to become better , which then moves on to the disbleif of your success. How many times can one person say belief in one sentence, evidentally 10000.

Anyway, what I am trying to say very badly is that believeing in youself is the hardest thing in the world. In fact it is something that many won’t be able to achieve until they have a purpose. Finding a purpose to become better is difficult and usually life altering. Belief in yourself will aid anything you do/will do in the future.

This year I have a mental list of all the things I think I can’t do, all the things that I am most definitely pertrified to try and even attempt. Yet, with a push from my friends and a daily motivational text (yes that does seem to be happening) then I do believe I will one day believe in myself enough to take a huge personal leap. A leap that would mean absolutely nothing to other’s but means a whole new world for me.

One day, aye?


Who am I as a Blogger?

In the midst of a thousand rebranding’s, launches (yes, that does include my own) and ‘exciting times’ we all drone on about, it’s all too easy to lose who we are as a blogger. The single most important thing which makes everyone of us different, the single most important thing that brings readers back time and time again- who we are as a blogger.

After a huge binge of Chloe Plumstead, in which I seemingly fell on to a blog post which may or may not have shattered my current rant into smithereens. Chloe’s post about who she wants to be online stopped me in my tracks and left me with a question I wasn’t exactly sure I had the answer too.

‘Who am I as a blogger?’

Be prepared for more of this (just much better quality)

After a few brews I came to a conclusion which I never thought I would. This slightly gobby, most definitely on the wrong side of a size 12 little blogger was in fact a blogger. Strange, when you come to terms with the fact I am not exactly a seagull who’d happily shit on your fish and chips. None the less, I am a start-up blogger who basically lives through her blog and the occasional(okay maybe not too occasional) swear word.  A blogger who has never created a brand relationship but also doesn’t know if she is the right fit for one either.


Working two jobs and daily blogging(yes, I am going to call myself that) is incredibly difficult and something which leaves me often feeling pretty shitty. Typing away at a blog post about fuck boys or the latest River Island bag is my way of escaping the fact that I may never become the daringly bold introvert I want to become.

And this

A cliché, girl meets boy, boy recues girl will never be who I am or what I stand for. Since the age of 16 I worked, working in post offices, restaurants and even a stint at a Race course and when I wasn’t working I was at university. Although looking back I hated my student self, but that is for another time. This post isn’t a woe is me, its about proving to myself that the tenacity I have, which has been instilled in me since I can remember. A small reminder that just because I am by no means where I want to be in life, but I am a much better place than what I was.

Working the hours I do really does open your eyes to a lot of bull. Something I wish my younger self would have known. In the past I have pretty much let everyone down, including myself, purely because I believed the good in others too easily. I still do. Yet, the more I learn, the more fuck ups I create, the more I know myself. The more I know who I am as a person and indeed who I want to be as a blogger.


This little online space means a lot to me. I’m pretty sure most know that. Yet many of you won’t see the hours I put behind every post- this goes for every blogger I know, too. Giving up 30+ hours of my life a week for something I love to do, something that pushes me to fight my anxieties isn’t something I ever want to give up. Often, stats sometimes make me give the ‘oh what’s the point speech’ but I still continue to chip away at every possible time.

I opt for topics which are relevant to myself, to the things I am going through. Of course I am by no means the biggest blogger in the world, in fact on the grand scale of things I’m pretty bloody shite.  My style of blogging is pretty honest with a sarcastic whit that never fails. Or at least I hope it is.

As a blogger I’m not exactly PG, I swear too much and I have many posts in the pipeline in which I speak openly about sex (or the indeed lack of it). Although I am fully aware of my need for a swear jar, my posts are always honest. And that is exactly what I want to be known for.



Finding truth in a quick whip about the missionary position or finally opening up about a breakup will never be one sided(I’m a great over thinker). Nor will any of my content. I see so many people looking to find post that create ‘traffic’ so they can alter their media kits and smooze the babes at their fave brand.

Yet, you will see real home truths, if something is shit then I will plainly say it. If its time you need to leave that dude in the past you better believe there’s a post coming for you with a few reasons why you are a queen and he’s absolutely nothing. My blog. My little piece of the internet is nothing but MY OWN honest truth, from a girl that cares all too much but not enough to change a damn fucking thing.