Tag: shopping

Country-hopping Part 1: a taste of Thailand

When you’ve been together for 11 years and married for five of those, travel becomes the perfect outlet for keeping the adventure alive and making new memories. Spoiler alert; this write-up is about to get very wanky, very quickly. Eight weeks ago, having debated how to spend our five-year wedding anniversary, we decided to take

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Mykonos Part 1: Sun, sea, sandy crevices and an Isle of cats…

By Friday of last week, following what can only be described as an ABYSMAL end to my working week, I was ready for a break. Earlier this year, I wrote about the trials and tribulations of booking a holiday with friends and the pitfalls it can bring when you’ve no idea how to choose a

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Memory Lane: a (shiny) pictorial

Before I begin this shameless trip through my own personal history via my jewellery box, I’d like to apologise for yet another extended absence. To say June into July has been a clusterfuck of commitments and life changes would be an understatement. The weekend before last, during what has to be one of the most

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Wedding Season Part 1: A (not so) perfect guide to wedding guest attire

Now is the season of impending nuptials. At least I think that’s what Shakespeare said. June is a month where at least two things are guaranteed to happen – neither of which include the bizarre combination of sunshine and thunderstorms that we’ve experienced in the North West of England over the past 24 hours: I’m

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What your ‘targeted’ social media ads say about you

  Having grown up with social media, I’ve had the pleasure of watching the platform evolve from the simple days of MSN Messenger and MySpace – both top notch platforms for adolescent flirtation and clique forming – to a global phenomenon that has become an intrinsic part of our everyday lives. Hand in hand with

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Stop it and tidy up

  I’m not sure whether it’s because I’m getting older, but lately I’ve found myself with an insatiable desire to get my shit together. There was a time when the mere idea of having a ‘routine’ on the weekend bored me to tears. What’s the use in having a routine when you could be hit

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