A few days ago, I lost a dear friend. A friend that I hadn’t seen for over a year (probably because he lived in Norway) but I still considered him to be a good friend of mine.
I spent a year living with this guy who was truly beautiful, inside and out, who had the heart of an angel.
The moment I found out the news, I just froze. I stopped right in my tracks and my mind went blank. Like everything had just paused, like the world had stopped mid-rotation and nothing else mattered anymore. He was on my mind.
Then, a gush of thoughts began running through my head. Why? How? What happened? I needed answers. But no-one knew them.
We were all completely left in the dark about what had happened, having to scramble around to try and contact someone closer to him that had more information.
But that information seemed to take a lifetime to reach us. Everyone was asking around to see if anyone had got the latest, to put our minds at rest, to at least get some sort of closure.
Thomas was a happy and cheery guy, always put other people first and tried his hardest to put a smile on your face.
That’s the word I’m searching for. He was completely selfless. He wasn’t one to gloat or want the attention on him. He was always interested in how I am, how my day went and my life.
He took his time on you, had the patience to sit and have a conversation about anything and everything. Even sitting in silence around him was a blessing. His presence just emanated love and happiness. There was never a dull moment when I was around Thomas. He would walk into a room with a huge grin on his face and I couldn’t help but smile and be cheerful, even if it was for a couple of seconds.
It’s now time to celebrate the life of one of the most wonderful human beings I’ve ever met. It’s time to remember the good times that we shared and support one another. It’s that time to think back on the moments we spent together and the ways in which he affected each and every person he touched throughout his lifetime.
He wouldn’t be wanting us to cry. He’d be wanting us to carry on with our lives, with our daily activities but keep that part of him always in our hearts.
The past few days have taught me to not take things for granted and appreciate everything whilst you can, you never know which day will be your last.
Life is too short: seize things whilst you can, say “I love you” to the people that deserve to hear it and live your life to the fullest.
Thomas, you will always be in my heart, constantly on my mind and never forgotten. Heaven has gained an angel.
Hello everyone, wow it’s been so long since I last blogged – a month yesterday actually.
I’ve been super, super busy doing things. Like my internship. What internship you ask? This one right here.
It has been a crazy month and it has gone extremely fast, it only seems like yesterday I was mega excited to be starting and now I’m almost half way through.
A lot has happened in that month though. I have learnt a lot of valuable skills that have taught me a lot (and I mean a lot) about the fashion industry. People are either nice or horrible, there is no inbetween. Luckily, the majority of the people I have met have been the nicer ones.
I’ve learnt that, unlike The Devil Wears Prada, what you wear doesn’t matter. If you want to wear trackies to work, so be it. If you do, however, wear something nice, it will be noticed so that’s always something to determine you to dress the part. I got complimented on my shoes many times, thank you very much!
I’ve gained a few new contacts. Speaking to people is the best way of just getting yourself out there. People love confidence, especially future employers. And oh, the fashion industry needs confident people, trust me. If you’re shy and quiet, just leave now.
I’ve learnt quite a bit about myself and how I approach things. I like to be organised and do things to the best of my ability. I love to do things efficiently and work towards a goal, whether it’s reachable or not. I like being set high goals, it shows that people have trust in me and have faith that I am able to work towards them and hopefully achieve them.
I have also found out that I love fashion. I have been completely surrounded by clothing, shoes and accessories and I just love it. I love looking at it, talking about it and working with it.
It has definitely been an eye-opener to my future and my career prospects. It has told me that I should never be scared to do something, just go for it. The minute you begin to doubt the idea, is the moment that it all starts to crumble, your dreams become farfetched and the cracks begin to show. Would you rather regret something you didn’t do and never knew what would have happened or something that you did do and failed?
Failing is a chance to learn and grow. Failure is normal. Everyone has to fail to realise what is really needed to succeed.
Ok, I’ve jumped in way too deep. Back to reality.
What else has happened? I have gained some fantastic friends – Katie & Samantha (better known as Scarphelia and Nashbag.)
I have grown a lot as a person in the past month and I have really seen a lot of the world (well, London!) to show me that things are reachable, dreams are possible and to never look back. The past is done, gone and forgotten. Look the the future, aim for success and reach for the stars.
As some of you may or may not know, I officially secured my summer internship last week and I couldn’t be more eager to start.
It was such a strange way of happening that it somehow doesn’t seem real but it is and I could scream.
I received an email from a girl at a Fashion PR agency (The Raw Institute – check them out, they have cool brands) saying that she had been passed my CV from a brand that she manages. I had applied to the brand for an internship but they obviously thought it would be better for me to get experience within the agency and therefore passed along my CV. I then organised an interview, spoke a bit about myself, what the internship entails and was offered it there and then.
It is absolutely perfect for me. I am going to be working within PR, social media, press releases, press days, fashion week and much more. It will give me a real chance to get stuck in and work towards gaining the vital skills that are needed for the future.
I start on Tuesday (15th) and I am scared, nervous, apprehensive, slightly clueless and excited.
But most of all, I amready.
I feel that it is exactly the thing I need right now to start me off and it couldn’t have come at a more perfect time.
I have been applying for, what seems like, millions of work placements and I was beginning to think that I would never find anything. Nevertheless, I still stuck at it and thought that it would all work out just fine and something would come along. And how right I was. This proves that perseverance is key. Stick at it, believe in yourself and it will all fall into place.
So keep updated on my blog, Twitter & Instagram to hear all about it and see how I’m getting on.
Imagine you met your future self (pretty far-fetched I know, but bear with me) and got the chance to ask them 3 questions, what would they be?
Would you ask how things happened for you?
Would you want to know what happened to something specific?
Would you ask for their advice on what to do? How to go through life? Who to meet, who to say hi to, who to avoid? What places to visit and when? What jobs to apply for?
Would you ask who you married/spend your life with? Or avoid this question to leave it open for your adventure? Would you ask about your family/friends?
Would you ask them what happens tomorrow, next week/year or, again, not?
Maybe you’d ask who’s president/prime minister? Who’s running the country?
Maybe you’d ask what’s the latest craze/fashion trend to “invent” it yourself, and get one step ahead of others.
There’s so many possible things that you’d want to know from them, choosing 3 seems the hardest choice in the world. They would have lived their life their (your) way and the way they (you) wanted to. It seems crazy to think that you could follow exactly in their footsteps if you wanted to, just by asking 3 distinct questions that could decipher it all and bring the future into your own hands. You could play the game of life, looking for the next move to coincide with what your future self told you. Searching for that one person they said they married, looking for that specific job they worked in, unearthing the truth about the society that they lived in and so much more.
Just 3 questions that could open a world of possibilities for you and, yet, still constrain you to living a planned out life. Just 3 questions between you and your future.
It was when I was asked by my housemates to sit with them and watch TV that I experienced the overwhelming power of the smart phone. There we were, TV on in the background and all three of us were sat staring at our phone screens: endlessly tapping, scrolling and swiping to our hearts’ content. Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing shameful about doing this as I’m sure we all love our phone, but it shocked me that it had got to this point. Not only are we not even watching TV, we’re not even talking. Just silently encompassed in our own little world of Apple and social networking, sending silly snapchats, tweeting profusely and updating our Facebook statuses to whatever we’re doing (or not doing, in our case.)
The addiction to our phones has become something of a norm these days, with any waking moment spent with the device glued to our palm. And when it’s not, we’re praying for any sign of activity to give us an excuse to pick it back up again.
I’m one of those people that hopes for the next great picture to upload to Instagram or Twitter. I love finding that perfect tweet to send instantly from phone. Updating people on your life is what everyone wants to do nowadays. Showing off where they are, what they’re doing, what they’re eating (this is a nasty habit of mine), posting funny tweets praying so hard to get Retweets, posing in a stupid caricature style for likes and much more is life.
Whatever happened to playing with your siblings, going to the park playing on the swings, going for bike rides, playing swingball, playing “Kerby”, making rope swings, playing football on the field until the sun went down, dedicating your day to a Tamagotchi, spending hours trying to figure out how to do a Rubix Cube or making secrets dens out of bed sheets?
All of these things seem to have been replaced with one simple, small device that is no way more fun than any of those things. Childhood has been taken over by the fight to get more followers or how many likes you can get on your profile picture.
I’d chose any of those things over sitting on my phone all day, drooling because the life has been sucked out of me. Don’t use your phone to speak to friends, use it to call them up and meet them. Let the childhood activities commence.
I was at work the other day (I work in the garden centre in Homebase) and the weirdest, most strange thing happened to me.
I was sweeping the yard, minding my own business, just doing my job, when a little boy – he was probably about 5 – approached me, pointed at me and said:
“when I grow up, I want to be like you.”
Just like that.
My heart stopped. (and I think I blushed too.)
It was such a surreal moment that I just froze. Half in embarrassment, half in shock. A young boy wanted to grow up and be just like me, sweeping a yard in an average job?
I also felt quite proud, I let out a small grin at the boy. There I was, innocently working another usual day and something like that happened to brighten it up completely.
His parents killed my mood straight away. They just gave me the slightest look, grabbed the little boy by his arm, mumbled something and hurried off.
And it all happened within 10 seconds. That was it.
I had just been in the strangest daze for god-knows how long and I couldn’t get it off my mind. I kept thinking that I was day-dreaming, my mind helplessly wondering away from the jobs I had lined up to complete for the rest of my shift.
But no, it was real.
It made me realise that whatever job I get, I should be grateful to be in it. I should appreciate what I am doing and thrive for moments just like that to come along and make me feel enlightened, lifting my spirits even on the darkest of days.
Products I’m reviewing: The Shaving Solution & Cooling Moisturiser from Blue Beards.
What a delight.
I got sent these products to test out and review and it couldn’t have been better. It was honestly one of the best shaving experiences I’ve had.
I’m only young and don’t have a great, big bushy beard, (yet) but there was enough to get the satisfaction from this product.
Right from the get go, it was set to be a winner. The smell, the feel, the taste. (yep, a little bit got in my mouth!)
It felt divine on my skin. And the shave was smooth. No unexpected catches, no snags and only a few cuts but that’s probably from my rubbish shaving.
Only a small amount of solution was needed to get great coverage over my facial hair and it lathered perfectly.
The shaving complete, I smothered the moisturiser onto my face and it felt heavenly. The smell was so fresh and clean it was like I could feel it working it’s magic. (I also got a bit of this in my mouth, oops, can you tell I’m an amateur?)
My overall experience of using these products was one that I’d definitely recommend. They provided a clean cut shave with no mishaps.
Whilst on the bus today, I had a moment of thinking what’s happened in my life and why!
What triggered it was two women fighting on this bus, yep a proper fight, and it made me just zone out into my own little world and go through the process called “My life”.
One of the girls was a young girl, swearing and cursing the other woman because she had sat in the seat first. Stupid I know, but it was clear that she was bought up differently to other people (I don’t mean to sound arrogant, but it’s what I was thinking.)
So anyway, back to me, it made me think back to before University and deciding what I wanted to do in my life. I’m still not sure even now but what’s happened in the past year and a half has all happened for a reason – well, that’s my motto anyway!
Since having a change of heart after receiving my A Level results and moving to the Capital, a lot has happened and it has changed me and the way I think.
I have gained a boyfriend who I love dearly.
I have created this blog (so this might not even exist in my other life’s path)
I have met some of the best people. Friends, bloggers, contacts, possible collaboraters. And it’s been great.
I have been to some of the best events for Naked Fashions and met influential people.
I have lived in one of the best places on the planet (in my opinion – until I go to NY)
I was on that bus to witness the feud, to reminisce about my life and be grateful for everything.
And you might think this is just a bit of rubbish, but I honestly believe that Everything Happens For a Reason and your fate is already planned for you. I changed from studying English Literature at Portsmouth to Journalism at Roehampton and I believe that it has bought the best fortune onto me. It’s open a lot of doors and given me the opportunity to explore.
“The world is your oyster”
At the moment, London is my oyster (excuse the pun) and I want to make the most of it.
On the return journey of that bus, I saw a sign for Portsmouth and it made me smile. I realised how far I had come and it inspired me to write this post.
As some of you may have been aware, I went on a weekend away with my boyfriend.
We went to Bath and Bristol for Saturday and Sunday and it was such a great chance to spend some time together and really appreciate each other’s company.
We got up early on the Saturday morning and began our travels West to the beautiful city of Bath.
On our way we noticed that we’d be driving by the Stonehenge in Amesbury. It was such a lovely day so we decided to stop and take a look. We were taken by a little shuttle bus up to the ruins and spent some time walking round and taking photos. It was quite surreal. Hearing stories about it’s origins made it seem kind of supernatural and magical.
We started again on our travels to Bath and arrived around lunch time. (We were aiming to get there for breakfast but the Stonehenge was spontaneous and pushed it back to Brunch!)
We had looked up a Café in the centre of Bath that looked lovely for lunch and went there. It was called Wild Café.
If you live in Bath, go there. If you live near Bath, go there! And if you’re thinking of going to Bath anytime, go there!! I would seriously recommend it.
It’s a cute, quirky little café that had a range of breakfast/lunch/brunch options to choose from. I opted for a bacon and cheese burger (like I always do) and it was one of the greatest I’ve ever tasted. It was accompanied with homemade chips with the skin left on, fantastic. Fred (my boyfriend if you hadn’t guessed) went for the mussels. They smelt, looked and tasted divine: a real sensory experience.
After lunch, we took a walk around Bath. This was the worst part for me because I have hurt my toe, but it was beautiful nonetheless. We went to see The Circus, The Royal Crescent, Jane Austen’s tea rooms and much more. The weather held out for us so it was great to be able to spend time outside in the fresh air. The air felt different, cleaner and much purer than London air. Weird.
By the time we’d seen the sights, we decided to make our way over to Bristol to the hotel we were staying at.
The hotel we stayed at was right in the centre of Bristol called The Grand. It was a gorgeous hotel that was lit up by purple lights at night (yay, purple is my favourite colour!) We checked in, went to our room and immediately threw ourselves onto the bed. It was lush! There’s usually that strange feeling of “oh, we’re here now, what do we do?” but we didn’t. We knew that we wanted to go to the health centre that was right next door to the hotel. It had a swimming pool, a jacuzzi, a steam room and a sauna. It felt great to unwind after the long day trawling through the history of Bath.
After relaxing for a while, we went back to our room to get ready and go out for dinner. All dressed up, looking nice, we walked through the streets to find somewhere acceptable to eat. Bearing in mind it was Saturday, people would have been getting drunk, we were just looking for food. We found a place right on the riverside called Severn Shed which served amazing food. Seafood, burgers, steaks, you name it – they served it! Fabulous.
I was totally stuck for choice but finally decided to have skewers – one with chicken and chorizo and the other with king prawns. Fred was talking about having a Steak all day so that’s what he went for. And of course he chose the biggest one.
We sat and had a drink, waiting for our food over candlelight when we saw the waiter bringing our food. Our eyes lit up. The waiter stripped the skewers right before our eyes, I was salivating I think. (I don’t have a photo of that because I was just loving it too much!) He plonked down Fred’s huge steak and we dug in. I think we both scoffed too much because we soon started to slow down and begin to struggle with the food. I burped (a lot) and was able to carry on. What a trooper I am. A DJ started mixing (or whatever you call it) and this is the moment I wanted to leave. It went from a cute, romantic meal, to eating in a nightclub in seconds. Also, I was so exhausted from the day I just wanted to go back to the hotel and sleep/cuddle.
I slept quite well, considering the bed was actually slightly hard. We lounged around in bed for a while before heading down the breakfast. It was in such a lovely restaurant area with crystal chandeliers and posh carpets (I have to admit, I felt slightly out of place!) Walking past all the options, my mind was spinning in excitement of all the things I could eat. Cooked breakfast, cereal, yoghurts, cakes, everything. It was beautiful. I went for the English breakfast to begin with. It was lovely, which was a surprise because hotel breakfasts are usually cheap and bland. But I have to say it was cooked to perfection and the presentation was immaculate. Half way through eating, I started thinking about having some cereal – rookie mistake, I know, but I just fancied some Rice Crispies. So that’s what I went for. Please don’t judge me. I then spotted a croissant which was all alone on the shelf so I quickly swooped in, picked it up and rushed back to my table as if I’d just committed the crime of the century.
After breakfast, went back to our room, showered, got ready and checked out of the hotel.
We then made our way to the shopping centre that was 5 minutes walk from there.
It was a modern place with so many levels and branches I had no idea where to go first or which way to head. After much walking and shopping, we came across a bubble tea place. I had never tried one before so I had no idea what to get or which one was best. I just panicked and chose a Vanilla one. It was nice but I still have absolutely no idea what it is or what the point in it was. Ooops!
We then decided to leave the beauties of Bristol and head back towards Bath for the reason that Fred chose there anyway – the Natural Spas. (We were supposed to go on Saturday but the queue was HUGE and we were too tired to wait.)
They. Were. Terrific.
There was a heated rooftop pool with spectacular views looking across the whole of Bath. It had jets that soothed my aching feet and hurting legs. On another level, there were scented steam rooms. Fused with elderflower, ginger, cricklewood and eucalyptus, they all were so calming that I nearly fell asleep. I had to get out after a couple of minutes and step under the cold showers. And when I say ‘cold’, I mean ice cold. It was great. On another level, they had a pool similar to the rooftop one but with lights to help de-stress and unwind. I felt so unwound after a long weekend, all my problems seemed to just float away for a split second.
I couldn’t get any photos of the inside because we weren’t allowed phones or cameras. A girl took her phone in for a cheeky selfie on the rooftop but I didn’t want to break the rules so I kept mine in the locker.
I would highly recommend going to these if you’re thinking of going to Bath at all. They make you feel so cleansed and calm that you just feel stress-free for the 2 or 4 hours that you’re in there.
We then went for dinner at a traditional, old pub and it was the perfect ending to the most perfect weekend. I just sat and thought about how nice it was to spend time alone with my boyfriend and not have to worry. I couldn’t thank him enough in the car on the way home, he told me off for saying it too much, but I meant it every time.