Monday, 10 August 2015

My Tattoo Tour


Hello everyone! This is the last post I'll be squeezing in before heading off to Portugal on Wednesday, and it's actually one I've been meaning to do for a while. I got my first tattoo at 18, and 8 years later my body is starting to fill up with a pieces of 'artwork' that I've collected from around 10 different tattoo artists so far. I thought I'd share some photos and who I got the tattoos from, along with a few questions I commonly get asked. It was so hard to photograph every single one of these individually without it being a total photo spam, and I hope I haven't missed any out! I was initially planning on posting them in chronological order, but that's too much of a maze for me to get my head around haha. So we shall start from the feet and work our way up.

Monday, 3 August 2015

A Summer Confession


As you can maybe guess by the title of this post, I have a confession to make. Something that I never normally verbalise for fear of people thinking I am strange or slightly anti social, or that I just don't like to let my hair down and have fun. Which brings me onto the confession... I don't like festivals. I love summer, music, gigs, drinking cider in the sunshine, and even festival fashion. But put them all together and take me to a festival, and I just feel SO out of my own depth! Maybe it's just my anxiety talking, but I've noticed as I get older I feel like I have less patience and more fear of uknown places, big rowdy groups of people and alcohol fuelled events.

Monday, 27 July 2015

Copper Dreams

Hello everyone! That's me officially finished up on my BBC job now and back into the land of unemployment (well, self employment) I'm so excited to be taking a bit of time off to focus on my own projects and generally just recharge my batteries. My body and my brain are in major need of some tlc, so that's exactly what I'll be doing on the lead up to my holiday in a couple of weeks. I also just wanted to thank you all for your overwhelming support in the form of comments, tweets, emails and texts about my last post. It genuinely brought a tear to my eye and was such a massive weight of my shoulders finally verbalising something I've wanted to talk about for so long. I'll let you know how I get on with the actual procedure, but for now - I'd like to chat about HAIR!

If you've followed my blog for a while now, you'll know that I went on a hair colour journey from brown, to blonde, to pink, and then to blue. As much as I loved the blue, it was really hard to upkeep so I decided to get rid of it. After some failed bleaching attempts (that blue is stubborn as hell!) I ended up having to go dark brown over the top and I really wasn't enjoying it at all. I'd had a little twinkle in my eye for some titian coloured hair, so over the course of a few months with some colour knowledge from my Mum and a visit to Blow, this is how it turned out...