Friday, 26 August 2016

Summer dress style: House of Fraser

You guys know by now that I heart summer pretty hard and all the dreamy dresses it brings along with it. When House of Fraser kindly got in touch to ask whether I wanted to try one of their summer dresses I said a big hell to the yes. I haven't bought much from the brand before but have always admired them for offering such a vast range of styles and variations, there's always something for everyone and they cater to all occasions, sizes and tastes. I chose this Therapy Multi Stripe dress for the bright colours and sweet stripe print.  I also wanted to go for this dress as I thought it was a little different from what I usually wear. I'm loving the length,  it fits me perfectly as a midi-style and is casual yet comfy. 
I paired it with my favourite glittery rhinestone sandals, my longtime love aka the holographic tote bag & a berry denim jacket. Blue, yellow and green aren't always colours I rock, so I enjoyed the sunshine vibes this dress dreamt up. I deffo think this style would be relevant for any occasion, be it drinks out with the girls, a day hitting up the shops, a barbecue, the list goes on! Any summery occasion you can imagine. It's nice to find a dress that's both stylish yet easy to wear, and this dress is the perfect blend of that. Just looking through the House of Fraser site also showed me there's a whole load of gorgeous dresses; be it a floaty maxi, babin' bodycon, stunning shift or glamorous gown. I could definitely end up parting with all my dollars had I spent too long browsing....!


 I'm definitely loving this dress and can see it being a sure fire summer staple in my SS wardrobe for  the rest of this season not to mention in future years to come. It's a nice style that I can't see going out of fashion anytime soon. I know I plumped for sandals in this post but I can see converse or heels working just as well! Now I just need a Miami vacay this Autumn to wear it on..... any excuse right? 


Are you a fan of House of Fraser?
Have you ever tried their summer dress range?

Dress gifted to me for review, all opinions are my own
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Tuesday, 16 August 2016

Disco dreams: Suns out with MinkPink

Feeling hella love for this MinkPink Suns Out crochet halter neck top (try saying that three timesss after a rum and coke) that I treasure-troved via asos. So summery and snap-upable. Instantly fell in lust with it and knew it would make my summer stylin' that bit more dreamy. The New Look crochet salsa shorts made for the perfect pairing and I'm over the moon with the Temerity Jones disco ball. Didn't really need a disco ball but as a fashion blogger I'm allowed to justify it (sure thing, see? Done). Wedges aren't usually my scene but these Talia sandals also from asos were the perfect blend of compromise, fuelled with a pretty holographic gold vibe. And last but not least, show-stopping shades from Dolls Kill, remember those sugary sweet bracelets as a 90s kid? Yeah those. 
I'm really happy with the desert vibes going on, as you know I'm a summer girl at heart and I think this has to be one of my favourite looks ever, aside from the whole A UFO Landed in my Pool! Trip. I'm getting really into liquid gold hues and feels; the gold shimmery body oil I slathered myself in for this shoot was a start, at least. Anything a bit glowy and shimmery and gold gets my vote. 
I talked about my decision to quit my job here and it turned out to be even more of an emotional rollercoaster than anticipated in the end. I was overcome with upset, a little heartbreak and a mix of relief, sadness, highs and lows. A bit of shock too, as I ended up leaving a little earlier than planned, which, although best, was still quite overwhelming and I couldn't get my head round a lot of it, still can't. Despite a few issues towards the end it was a job I had loved once upon a time, the only place to work that's ever felt like home, and silver linings and pots of gold have come thick and fast in meeting so many good, decent people full of support and kindness. Something I can't say I've ever really experienced in the workplace before. It was nice to finally feel accepted for who I am, my visions and my direction. I've met some lifelong friends, not something I could ever have imagined last year when those glass doors looked so intimidating and the office behind it more-so. Graham often says it's usually the people that make a job, and for once I understand what he means. 
Well, that's it for now folks. I'll definitely be back sooner rather than later this time (promise you, promise you!) Ideas are trickling in for a few more personal posts, as I feel that the blog -once so open and honest - is now lacking in that department a little. It'll be nice to be posting more content on a regular basis, as it will be to open up and get chatting about a few more topics and switch-up between fashion every now and then. Besides that, I'm looking forward to broadcasting some further tropical looks, hopefully you'll enjoy them as much as we enjoyed shooting 'em. Can't wait; be sure to bring PiƱa Colada's along, and suntan cream. 




P.S Happy #NationalRumDay! 
What's your favourite cocktail? 


Saturday, 30 July 2016

Spin off story: Tower-block Truths

The top floor of a Southwark tower-block, London, SE1

 December 28, 2003. 

The apartment was trashed, smashed. Johnny couldn’t recall the exact happenings leading up to this moment but they must have been pretty fucking bad for him to damage his pride and joy, his big boy pent-house. His hands were covered in glass, his shirt soaked in blood. He was shaking, drenched in his own massacre; tears that wouldn’t stop falling, blood that wouldn’t stop running. His body was a disillusion of daze, eye sockets shattered; pupils scorched a violent shade of bloodshot. Even he could admit he didn’t look like an attractive prospect right now. He remembered gazing at the car monitor, the street lights that soared across his sight. Somehow he’d roared the car into life and driven recklessly and riotously through the South London streets. He'd anticipated a crash, craved one, almost. Sick. It was all sick, though. Tonight had sickened him quick to the core. His mind was a fairground fantasy; flickering,  twisting truths, pulsating lights and dangerous oblivion. He hadn't meant to take it this far, had wanted to stop it from getting this far. Somehow he had Melissa spread over the balcony ledge, her head a dizzying tip to the city. If he released his grasp she'd fall. Past the glow of a billion city lights, onto the dark pavement streets, skull smashing, blood leaking alongside the Thames. His brain buzzed with a million beads of recollection, flickering between fantasy and reality. What she'd done was unforgivable, utterly, utterly unforgivable. To lie and push the truth aside, to leave him galvanised with grief. If only he'd known. He could have gone back. Could have made such a different call. 


The glass door seperating the balcony from his suite was nothing but dazzling beads of shatter. He’d always thought being on drugs would be a fanatical party; unstoppable and bright. Music would be pumping through his veins, emotions soaring into the unknown, laughter and fireworks blasting. Wrong drug. Wrong emotion. This was a new dimension for him. His bloodstream was 80% alcohol, the rest a fizzing water. He could taste the aftershock of every beverage he’d had at the bar. Alcohol he knew like ABC, but drugs? Nah. Not him. No thanks. He’d been curious, soaking up the line and coughing deeply as both nostrils felt inflamed. His body was jet-lagged, motionless from the flight back from Ibiza. He’d had a good laugh with the lads. They’d sunk enough booze to brainwash them for weeks. Tonight he felt limitless, lethal. Past his limit. He could taste tears, bitter booze, phlegm and this chemical tang. He felt a nasal dripping towards the back of his skull. 

Snow was falling; pretty, sugary flakes. White dust spiralling from the sky. Despite it being sub-zero he rolled up his shirt sleeves and felt the freezing air hit his skin. He couldn't believe the white powder, the line had been drawn, that had caused all of this. Now they were all victims. The power it had, the heartbreak. An action accountable for a constant hell that would never stop its blaze.

‘Secrets and lies. Tell me this is one sick fucking joke.’
‘I told you. The fire broke out at the cottage.’
‘A cottage doesn’t just set fire to itself.’ 
‘Her ex-boyfriend. It was him.’
‘You knew him? How?’
‘I only met him once. She used to come round to my flat and I’d see bruises, scars. Dried blood. I should have spoken up,’ her teeth chattered together, eyes darting back and forth. ‘She denied everything. She didn’t want fuss. No police, she said. Nothing.’  
‘A fuss?’ He felt his blood boil and sizzle at an alarmingly acidic rate. Lungs leaking lava, high shot to shit. ‘What kind of friend are you? What kind of sick twisted bitch would let her best mate suffer like that?’  
‘I wasn’t in a fit state, was I? Cut me some slack.’
‘Of course you weren’t! Course you weren’t.’ His words sprayed across her face, spit and acid. 'Do you know what I said to her? So many unforgivable things! We're screwed, she told me she never wanted to see me again. That we were dead. Because of you. Because of what you did!'  
Of course, it had ended badly as it was forever destined to. He’d blamed her, one night. They’d had a full blown row, fiery and fatal. It was over. Over, over. He’d been cruel that night, adamant that his hurt and grief would torch her for all it was worth.

Aside from Shea, Johnny had gotten most areas of his life right. Securing a managerial position at the financial firm he worked at. His bright, breezy exterior was a hit with his employees and sometimes he thought he might as well get paid to make them laugh, his humour was bloody sensational when he was jiving about, giving presentations and chairing meetings. His dad was his diamond, his best mate, he supposed. His mum a sarcastic cow surging through the menopause but game for a laugh. He loved them both loyally and stopped by every week. He couldn't stand his pragmatic prick of a brother, Mike, but Johnny was flavour of the month with his niece Bethany, because one of the most popular girls in school had come round, seen him washing the car topless and admitted he was "bare buff" with a "banging bod". He'd also tried to persuade Mike to let Beth go out with one of the boys at school. 
'Let her go out with him you boring bastard! She's sixteen!' 
'Thirteen, she's thirteen!
'What's the worst that can happen? She might get pregnant? So what?' How he loved winding up his big brother. Revenge for all those times when him and his geeky, gawky mates had tried to take the piss because Chemistry wasn't his specialist subject like it was theirs. Tossers. Johnny's good heart was gold to colleagues, friends, neighbours, associates, strangers, family alike.
It was only girlfriends that it bore no beat for.


His mobile kept vibrating in his pocket. His dad. He'd been thinking lately, with some irony, that his dad would have to be his best man at this rate. He wouldn’t trust his group of mates with that honour in a million years; he was starting to realise what a bunch of wankers they were, in all honesty. There was Darren, or Dazza as he was widely known. Darren had a penchant for pinching other blokes’ birds, and Johnny knew giving him the duty of best man would undoubtedly mean his bride would get groped, mauled and probably humiliated by the time the cake was cut. She’d be handing him divorce papers before the honeymoon even kicked off. Josh, second choice, wasn’t much better, he organised the most hell-raising stag parties, the last time the groom to be had been stripped, painted purple and tied to a lamppost. That narrowed it down to Dave, who said the most inappropriate things purely for shock value. He’d once admitted he’d sell his granny for a quick leg over and a shelf of booze at the off-licence. Last but not least, Mark, forgetful, a complete liability; losing keys, locking himself (and them) out of hotel rooms and houses and apartments. He’d forget his bloody knob if it wasn’t screwed on. How Johnny had ended up being mates with such a pack of jokers was now beyond his belief. It would be nice to have Ben back. Nice to have a mate who gave him unsolicited advice on girls; “actually mate, Mia isn’t the one for you, what are you playing at?” Someone to be upfront and honest, to tell him he looked a prize prick in his pink shirt, not jeer and terrorise him all night by the bar.  
Him and Melissa had gone on to bars and pubs and clubs and finally, when the truth had emerged in a haze of hell, he’d forced her up to the top flight of his skyscraper storey. He remembered her from high school, curls framing her jaunty face, matchstick legs. She hadn't changed, she was an actress, although she couldn't act to save her life. The wheelbarrow standing in his dad's garage could do better. Melissa was more infamous for her grade A addiction than anything else. In a drunken state of denial, he’d crashed and smashed chairs and plates and everything else he could get his hands on. She’d screamed her heart out, hysterical. Begging him to stop. Throwing empty threats that bore him no fright. He was carelessly unhinged. He remembered that night at the hospital when he locked them both in the toilets. Her screaming her head off, him throwing up. A dazzling dream team. Despite this, despite everything, she was the only one in the world that understood. Would ever understand. Nothing could change that. But then, nothing could change the truth. 

He was forever at a loss without Ben. Sometimes he thought Ben had got off lightly; he was resting easy, no understanding of what life was like without him. What everyone’s world had become for the worst without him living through it. Occasionally Johnny felt angered to the core, resentment and pain bubbling against one another and causing a hellish combustion of grief even he hadn’t dreamt up before. Other times he felt unbearably sad; a weight of emptiness so heavy it made his heart hurt and his soul sore. Most times he just missed him. Simple as that, missed him. Johnny was 31 now and had a feeling that if Ben had been alive, it would have been the kind of time one of them would be getting engaged, getting married. 

He sometimes tried to picture what Ben would look like now but it was impossible; like trying to dream up a new colour. The torture continued, once every three months, sometimes four, he’d have what him and Mitch called his “off days”. Most days he could blank out the blame. The grief he’d tried to disguise and bury for so long. Years. Decades. Eternities. Some days weren't so forgiving in their fault. He'd wonder why it hadn't been him. What life might of been like if it had've been. 

She'd passed out. Tears continued to stream down his face and fall down hers in salty river strokes. He elbowed her in the ribs as he made to answer his phone. 
'I'm sorry, dad.' Sobs echoed out into the cold Christmas night. 
'She's really ill, mate. You need to let the paramedics up. I'll wait with Melissa. Then you can make your way to Leeds. OK?' 
It was a sorry state of fucked-up affairs, it really was. 'I don't know what to do anymore, dad. I can't sit there and go through it all again. I can't.' He was coughing up emotion, wondering when this would end, when it would all stop. He couldn't possibly imagine it ever being okay ever again. 
'He'd want that. No matter what you think, he'd want you there looking out for her. Like he can't be.'

He released her from the balcony edge. Held her in his arms. They stayed like that for a long while. 
London glittered on, oblivious. 





Dedicated to Ritchie & Claire, for always believing in me and my story, and for being such true friends. 
My blogging babes for your faith, daring me to dream harder and continue cruising, love you all!
For Yasmin for always being there, urging me to follow my dreams & supporting me 100%
For everyone at Networkers who has supported me & this story, you know who you are!
 & for my gorgeous Graham, always, who has supported me and this story to the stars and back. 

Saturday, 16 July 2016

Dreamland

DAMN, I've missed fashion fierceness here on the blog. Seems like a while since I posted anything fashion-y but rest assured I've been out and about shooting so many ootd looks that I can't wait to show ya! This one was shot with Graham at Mersea Island, Essex. These beach-huts have to be the dreamiest I've ever seen. POWER to the PINK one especially! They're definitely straight outta fairytale territory, us bloggers and our babelicious beach-huts make for girl gang goals. The dress is from the cool kids at Kiss The Sky, it literally jingles and jangles every-time I walk due to the coin embellishment on the hem which throws up a lot of mystified stares from strangers and bemusement from work colleagues alike, but what the hell, it's all good fun. The bright burnt orange hue screamed sunshine, and my trusty ASOS holographic beach bag finished off the summery soul of the ootd. 
I made the tough call to quit my job last Wednesday. Sometimes things get a little too hard and I've been trying to juggle a full time job, my blogging and writing my book, giving all three a good shot but struggling with each. I've got a month before I go and am definitely feeling mixed emotions, but I know ultimately I've done the right thing for both my health and happiness. My anxiety's been bad, I come home from work to do nothing but work, usually getting late nights, feeling drained day in, day out and getting frustrated that the book I'm writing is frozen on page 248 in the midst of a dramatic, tumultous rooftop scene (and has been since March). My blog posts have been (for lack of a better, less Cher Horowitz phrase) happening way too sporadically. I will probably never be one of those super organised bloggers who can post every day of the week but nevertheless, a post once a month, or (if I'm lucky) every two weeks isn't cutting it for me, especially when I want to make this whole business boom. Regarding my job, I'm definitely going to miss a lot of people there that I've been lucky enough to strike up friendships with, and when the times comes I know I'll be sad. 
I feel lucky to have such a strong support system; namely my lovely boyfriend Graham for always believing in me and standing by me, especially when talking dreams, not to mention my parents & of course you gorgeous girls that have been there for me from the start of soinspo! There are a few people that I try to forget about that I've felt judged by in the past when talking blogging and writing, certain people that urged me to carry on with admin, even though the people at my actual job are 100% supportive - urging me to go and follow my heart. It's nice as my work colleagues have been really sweet and supportive about my blog, my book and my decision to leave. Most people I've spoken to have a really forward-thinking encouragement when it comes to going for goals and dashing towards dreams which makes a nice difference in comparison to some previous jobs I've worked at where those values were never really understood or respected. Blogging, Youtube and starting your own business has become the norm with an upheaval of the population reading blogs and watching vlogs which means it's more relatable and admired than even a year or so ago. 



In other news I've bought two more pool inflatables and have decided that perhaps that's enough for this year, you know, seeing as I don't actually own a pool and all. Quick question, if I moved into this dreamland and took up residency in all of these beach babin' homes, do you think the owners would mind? I really don't wanna leave.....  

Update: I've just seen that gorgeous Georgia from Tea and two sugars has graduated, and I wanted to say a massive congrats to the moon and back! Georgia is such a dazzling star, someone so special, so talented and so inspiring, always killin' it with such gorgeous, beautiful shoots and she has the most magical, wondrous way with words. I feel so lucky to know her through this blog. I just know you're going to soar to the stars in life, your talent knows no bounds. Hard work pays off! Love to you babin' butterly! 



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Wednesday, 6 July 2016

The Happy Mail

I know us bloggers notoriously love boxes delivered to our doors, but despite a brief (and admittedly disappointing) flirtation with GlossyBox a few years back, I’ve never really given many of them a go.  Most of them don't hold my interest for too long and can look pretty samey. However, with a jazzy, colourful persona The Happy Mail looked right up my street and I'd been wanting to try for a long while. After craving some sugar I placed my first order in a cloud of sweet dreams. 



I loved the originality of the sweet treats; nostalgic goodies brought bang up to date with a bang. Old school biscuits on a stick, chocolate donuts dusted with glittery goodness? HELL YEAH! There are a vast range of boxes available, and The Happy Mail also caters for special occasions; weddings, Easter, Birthday's, you name it! The themes of the boxes are also pretty cool; boxes that fit neatly through your door are under the Junk Mail section, obviously the best kind of junk mail, period. For my first order I plumped for the 'Tea Time Dippers Junk Mail Box' and the Pig 'n' Mix Junk Mail Box for a Friday night sugar hit. The Tea Time Dippers Junk Mail Box priced at £10 combined retro biscuits like jammy dodgers, bourbons and custard creams with melted chocolate and sugary sprinkles on a stick.  I found one dipper very rich but gorgeous as hell. Definitely a remedy for that late night choco-craving. 

 Graham took the Pig 'n' Mix box into work (pictured below), priced £12 and everyone seemed pretty taken by the retro-pop of colourful treats. Chocolate biscuits shaped like doughnuts glazed in sprinkles, icing and sugar coated treats. Can anyone say #ABMLifeissweet? Sure his male co-workers wouldn't be too familiar with that hashtag, but my fellow bright blogging beauties will! Talking of IG, I also love that The Happy Mail's feed tells the story of a dream being dazzled into a business. Anyone with talent, creativity and vision that turns glitter into something gold is an instant hit with me and I'm totally in love with all things Happy Mail related!
A heads up; I've just had another look at the site and have found out The Happy Mail is closed between 22 July - 5 September so any sugary show-stoppers wanting to place an order, dash your dazzling self over to the sweet aisle stat! Next on my mail box delivery hit list: The Lucky Dip Club! 


Has anyone else tried The Happy Mail?
Are you a fan of sugary treats? 

Saturday, 18 June 2016

Sweetheart

I'll be truthful, usually I come back from a blog-shoot on a high, it feels like a sugar-fied rush, running like a sweet treat through my veins, but I've been suffering from bouts of anxiety for the best part of two weeks and that wasn't the case last weekend. Last Saturday I was having one of those "girl days" where I felt pretty vulnerable and the last thing I wanted was to pose in a tight dress, but, determined to keep up the spirit and slay the shoot I'd wanted to create for the past few months, I went for it. We had a good time but unfortunately there were a group of idiots standing there purposefully, laughing, threatening to photobomb and making it increasingly difficult to shoot (and this was before we even brought the ice cream pool float out, fortunately they'd pissed off by then) I heard them making little remarks like "how many photos do they need to get, they're all the same anyway." (Insert a C U Next Tuesday slot here). Strengthened by our resolve to get the shoot we wanted, we kept on and looking at these pictures now, I'm so happy we managed to carry on. 

This rainbow babe is from Skinnydip London of course. Talking of Skinnydip, I'm thrilled they've released an intergalactic cowgirl range, loving it. For a while after their unicorn and mermaid dazzlers I was eagerly awaiting some new babe-licious bags and now they've stunningly stayed. And the infamous ice cream pool float from Sunnylife Australia was made for this shoot, fast becoming another of my favourite brands. 

I'm hoping I can regain control of my anxiety as I've been doing so well this year. For me it usually comes in fits and starts. I end up in a vicious circle; worrying myself to sleep at night, feeling constant dread throughout the day, terrified I'll make myself ill which leads to feeling ill and constantly drained, down, shaky, dizzy. It's little moments like receiving a text from my favourite boy whilst sitting in the garden, surrounded by fresh air and a cup of tea, getting lost in a good book, dreaming up the ending of my own, getting inspired in the intrinsic world of Instagram, driving endlessly through botanical lanes filled with flowers, chilling with Graham by the beach, and of course, this blog and the whole magic surrounding it that sees the solution and the silver linings for me. That and taking one day at a time. 









I forever thank you guys for being there and always believing in me, I overuse this expression to the moon and back, but it really does mean the world. All the ice creams, rainbows and pool inflatables sent from my soul to yours, let's celebrate summer like the babin' babes we are! High five to that. 


What's everyone up to on this (not so sunny) Saturday?
I hope you all have a fab weekend! 


Rare London Ice Cream Dress
Skinnydip London rainbow bag

Monday, 30 May 2016

Travel: Our trip to Portugal

Back in April my boyfriend Graham & I took a trip to Albufeira (not just 'cos it rhymes with my surname Sierra, FYI). If you know me, you'll know I've definitely got travel jetting through my veins and a wanderlust list that's endlessly burning at my brain. Europe has never interested me half as much as America but Spain and Portugal have always been two countries on my hit-list. We flew out to Portugal on Graham's birthday and the holiday felt all the more special for it. We were both a bit nervy about the flight but thankfully it was only about 2 hours 45 mins, so therefore fairly breezy. The trip also signalled our first tropical holiday for a good few years and it came as such a blissful break for us both. 

We stayed at hotel Vila Petra which was more than affordable yet pretty paradisal to say the least. It was also only a short stones throw away from the pretty beaches lining Albufeira and was easily accessible to the local shops with a 'strip' that held bars, clubs, cafes, cocktail bars, restaurants and the best part, a load of boozing Brits. Perhaps the only downfall; the area was obviously a spot for stag nights so when we went out for a meal we often had to elbow our way through crowds of leery lads. It didn't matter that much as we rented an apartment in the hotel so mainly ate from our balcony in the evening. On the odd occasion we ventured out late, we made it through the mob without a fist in the face, always a bonus, let's face it.









We hadn't had much time to research the area so spent our days exploring the beaches; namely Oura. On the hottest day we sat by the sea, accompanied by cocktails and carbs. A few days were spent walking around, navigating the town and strolling past so many villas/houses/apartments that we bookmarked as holiday homes should we ever be lucky enough to dreamily afford one in the future. It's certainly no secret that I've always wanted a home abroad, be it a holiday home or a home, home. Our favourite discovery was a marshmallow pink row of buildings below; how f-ing cute? Literally the most soothing street I ever did see.





Graham's definitely rocking these ASOS shades better than I, they fit so well with his ootd! There weren't many Instagram husband feels to our holiday especially as I made the fatal mistake of losing most of my make-up at the airport. I spent the holiday feeling like a right troll to say the least and avoided posing for pics at all costs! The hotel also disallowed pool inflatables. Serious case of SHOCK and HORROR, so the donut we brought with us stayed safely in the suitcase. Donut and I stayed relegated to no-poser territory with a sassy salti-ness to rival the sea.





Overall we absolutely loved our time in Portugal and would definitely recommend to anyone and everyone. The locals were all friendly as were the hotel staff at Vila Petra and I'd totally be up for a return visit one day. We stayed just under a week which was the perfect amount of time for our get-away and both agreed we'd love to make a return trip in the future (and buy one of those dreamy houses....)

Have you ever been to Portugal?
Have you got wanderlust? If so where for?