If I were to live my best life, I would be onstage at the world’s biggest festivals each summer; dressed in some sort of sequinned jumpsuit with nails the colour of the night sky. I would sing songs that would make people feel like they could conquer the world. I would drink a lot and smoke a lot with no risks to my health whatsoever. I would live in a beautiful townhouse in Notting Hill and would scour the rails of COS with an intention to buy, instead of browse. I would only drink coffee bought at independent cafes and would have lots and lots of rock star friends. Kate Moss would have my number on speed dial. I would have written a book about my life, painting the perfect picture of my effortlessly cool and carefree existence whilst omitting Steven Hawking type intelligence and the written capabilities of J K Rowling, all at the same time.
Instead, I live between a modest but lovely flat in Bristol during the week and my parent’s home in West London most weekends. I am a Londoner to my core, with Thames water flowing through my veins, so spending most of my time in the West Country makes me come out in imaginary hives. I miss home. A lot. Which is I’m there. A lot.
I do not sing for my supper, but work in digital marketing on a comfortable wage by day and blog by night. I walk to work because it’s cheaper, cook as best I can and mainly shop in Zara or the dimly lit bargain bit of Urban Outfitters that nobody likes to venture into. I have lots of big dreams (to write for a magazine and trek across America) as well as much smaller aspirations (to lose a stone by my cousin’s wedding and find someone to take photos of me for this page). I have made mistakes (most of which I like to write about) and have achieved greatness (something I never write about).
Anyway, it’s basically impossible to not sound like a dick when writing about oneself, so I’ll save it. Instead, I’ll leave you with a comprehensive list of my likes and dislikes, to help you decide whether you want to stay a little longer or find a different blog to browse on this fine day.
It’s good to have you, do stick around.
Things I love
+ festivals + books + coffee + poetry + art + christmas + head scarves + hats + david nicholls + boots + black jeans + music + lena dunham + new tech + painting + writing + new york + talking + gin + live music + the seasons + house parties + new people + sparkling water + popcorn + sylvia plath + notting hill + fresh flowers + autumn + nights in + instagram + feminism +
Things I hate
+ war + tabloids + dissecting shakespeare + break ups + pineapple juice + yoghurt with bits in it + camden + crocs + cold sores + hangovers + ready meals + bikinis + mysogyny + trump +
Things I read
+ little magpie + wonderful u + lou in paris + charlotte’s web + lisette loves + the girl who stole london + superlatively rude + suitcase + like her type + the debrief + disasters of a 30 something + girl lost in the city + design love fest + xanthe berkeley + ella masters + the financial diet + OK But First Coffee + THE SLANT + Tate + old loves + shithairsickgarms + more than toast +