Boob sweat, bum imprints and surviving the British heatwave.

Don’t get me wrong, I love a bit of sun. Or rather, I love that it’s not rain. Rain gets … More

Learning lines and learning limits.

It’s Sunday evening on a bank holiday and I’m horizontal on the sofa – or as horizontal as I can … More

Unadulterated clothing.

I have this fantastic orange mini skirt in the back of my wardrobe that I bought from Topshop about three … More

This girl can… (very slowly).

Being a somewhat unrealistic and over-ambitious 26-year old with next to no spare time, I decided to set out quite … More

Holy cow, let’s save the planet.

Thought it was about time I wrote another mid-twenties self-discovery post because it’s occurred to me I’m 27 in just … More

Smiling on bad skin days (and spreading your legs). 

Everyone has insecure moments. For some, it’s wearing a bikini. For others, it’s delivering a presentation, driving in the dark, … More

Looking backwards, then looking forwards, both hopefully without walking into a lamp post.

Happy New Year you sexy beasts! Today I started the year as I mean to go on; with a bowl … More

Long-distance friendships and coming home.

A tortoise right now, in all its hibernating glory, is probably still aware deep in its cosy coma that there … More

Saying hi to the monsters under your bed.

The other day I did something that truly scared me. And when I say truly scared me I’m talking out … More

11 signs you’re ready to hibernate (when October betrays you)

This year, summer and I did not get on. Intense thigh chafeing, daily sweating between my boobs, and burning all … More