I’m putting ‘beauty’ in inverted commas because I’m pretty sure nobody uses these things to be beautiful. I don’t get up every morning and spend twenty minutes painting my face with oh-so-subtle cosmetics because I think I’m some sort of stunner. Women wear makeup to try and look normal, because even if we know that
Winter days getting you down? I asked my insta friends to share their favourite winter activity, and have put them together to make a failsafe winter to do list. In fact, truth be told – I struggled to choose just 30 for this list! Many of the comments also made me lament the fact that I don’t
Podcasts are my main source of education these days. It used to be books, or online articles – but since having Orla and starting my business I’ve found it increasingly hard to find the time (and, er, to stay awake long enough) to just sit and read. Enter, the podcast. I listen while I drive.
I didn’t always understand Snapchat. It took me a while to get my head around it, to be honest – wasn’t it just for sexting? Why else would the pictures need to be temporary, and users alerted to screenshots? When people starting to ask for my username in growing numbers, I just assumed I was becoming increasingly
It’s a big day for me today. After months of work and years of planning, my signature e-course, The Insta Retreat – a six week course for creatives is opening its doors! Yippee! Because I spend a lot of time arguing with my inner critic (‘but instagram courses already exist!’ / “YES but mine will
…and not a pumpkin spice latte in sight! ? 1. Go scrumping. Ok, you don’t have to actually steal them, but in the absence of any pick your own apple orchards anywhere within West Yorkshire (or any with a web presence, at least), I’m resorting to picking fruit from trees of dubious ownership. 2. Make
I love language. I’ve always been a word-nerd – collecting them up from Famous Five books (determined; kitbag) & my mum’s weekly women’s magazines (devastate; masturbate – a regular on the problem pages, although it was some time before I could really pronounce or understand it). I’d absorb them by osmosis – so sure that the imaginary land my soft toys
Hairdresser anxiety is a real thing – I know I can’t be alone in this. A salon visit is, at heart, a wholly unnatural experience: an array of strangers pulling and scrubbing at your head while you you try to avoid eye contact with your own reflection, and pretend to feel at ease. Your hairdresser will
There’s a funny mood in the insta-air. For the first time in my memory, people are stepping away. Twitter is awash with people saying it just doesn’t work for them any more – for inspiration and for engagement – and the frustration is growing daily. I have a lot of thoughts on this – on why it’s