The other day I was strutting my way to the doctors listening to Cardi B on full blast. Then the doctor prescribed me with an orthopedic insole and I faced the horrible realisation that I'm 27 going on 97. 90s brunch I also had a dentist appointment to get dental braces (sexy), so somewhere during... Continue Reading →
Every year, like most people, I have a birthday. And every year, grateful to have made it through to the 'next round', I face the same battle between 'call me Beyoncé' and 'well this is embarrassing, let's pretend I'm not here and go back to our normal lives' If this year is anything to go... Continue Reading →
Apart from that time my friend fell over the kerb on a night out and dragged me down with her, my favourite part of my mid-twenties has to be the sudden and unexpected fashion crisis that's come with it. Like most 90s kids, I wanted to rock up to every jelly-themed birthday party or primary... Continue Reading →
The Life Crisis 