Festivals are synonymous with the experience that is, camping. Come rain or shine, you will find me putting up a tent, with a cider in hand, loving life. But, my years are creeping up on me and my back plays havoc with me, so sleeping on the floor for a few nights at a time is not ideal. When I was invited to Tramlines Festival with Festicket I wasn’t sure my back could handle it anymore. Thank the lord for Travelodge Sheffield Central answering all my vertebrae-pained prayers!
I am an absolute die-hard festival fan. I love the atmosphere they bring, everyone is pumped up on energy to see their favourite bands so they can sing and dance along. The fruit ciders are casually flowing and everyone is generally having an all-round good time. I’d seen the line up for Tramlines Festival included one of our all time favourite bands, the Libertines and I was dying to see them again after we saw them live at Leeds Festival back in 2015. Luckily, my prayers were answered when I was invited by Festicket to be one of their #FesticketInsiders.
Hat Topshop (similar) | Coat C/O Lighthouse Clothing | Top C/O Look of the Day | Belt H&M | Jeans C/O Marks & Spencers | Watch Larsson & Jennings | Converse C/O Foot Asylum
It is so easy to get intoxicated by the buying signals of influencers all over our social media feed. Should I buy this, should I book those flights, should I be doing this? It’s a vicious circle we can sometimes find ourselves in, trying to fit in with the crowd and keep up appearances. I’ll be honest, I’ve tried not to follow trends too much because I’ve learnt over the years that by stretching ourselves in that way can rail road us off the course of authenticity. And then it totally blows when you forget yourself along the way. I wrote a post entitled the Simple Things and it reminded me of all the things I enjoy in life that I take for granted far too much, even if they are cool or not. And my Self Acceptance post honed in on the fact that I’ve really started to accept who I am as a person and that has meant living by my own means and not by anyone’s expectations. It’s freeing and boy does it feel good.
WOW. JUST BLUMMING WOW.
To say the last few weeks have been an ultimate high would be an incredible understatement. July started with a trip to Ibiza which I am still yet to finish blogging about, but the week was spent filled with quad biking trips, gorgeous views and beaches, paella and lots of San Miguel. It was also the holiday I felt brave enough to share a swimwear photo on my Instagram. The response was just amazing. It was the first step to feeling like I was happy with who I was, and who I was becoming…
Hat Aldi | Kimono c/o Miss Tunica | Swimsuit c/o Protest | Birkenstocks Office
Summer is a hard time for a girls whose thighs rub together. Lets face it girls, Summer can throw a huge dilemma at us and most notably it’s the good ol’, affectionately coined “chub rub” that bites back with a vengeance. This year I was determined to not let that bother me (quite as much.) I’d worked hard every day for over a month on a little, ten minute exercise regime I completed morning & night. I wasn’t going to be skinny overnight but I was going to make a conscious effort to work on the things that bothered me.
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