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!
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.
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.
I can’t quite believe that one whole week has flown by since we flew to Ibiza. We’re both stocked up on paella and tapas, jugs of sangria and pints of San Miguel. Fresh from days by the beach and those days exploring the White Isle. And with one long flight delay home under our belt we arrived back home in the wee hours of this morning. And in the spirit of all things holiday/travelling, to reminisce so dearly about our time on the Iberian Island of Ibiza, I’ve put my vlog together quick sharp. So, sit back with a cuppa (or a San Miguel to get in the mood!) and enjoy today’s vlog post…
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