The Secret Diary Of A Fashion Blogger

There's probably nothing quite as tempting as the prospect of reading someone else's diary is there? So in honour of nosey parkers everywhere (Confession: I'm very much one) here's a day in my life.

7am

The struggle is very very real for me to get up. I am most definitely not a morning person. My brain needs time to wake up, and so does my body. The very first thing I do is charge my phone, and my two (count 'em) iPads. I then dive straight into brekkie. I actually have the same thing everyday coz a) I'm dull like that, b) I'm obsessed with it and c) appaz everyone does it. So what is my breakfast of choice? A bowl of organic oats, some organic oat milk and a mug of organic decaf black tea. I like to read the T2 section of The Times while I'm eating, and not hurry. (I'm trying to make myself eat more slowly at the moment). 

8am

I try and catch the news headlines on tv (generally the BBC for me), and have a glance at the Daily Mail's sidebar of shame. I'm totally addicted to the comments on there (anyone else?), and then I tackle Instagram. I go through the whole overnight feed and reply to any DMs. I also check emails (real life ones, not blogger ones) and then start to get ready.

9am

My outfit is the easiest part of getting ready for me, but my hair and make-up take foreverrrrr. Wash and go I am not (sadly). Having a combination of bad skin and crazy frizzy hair means that my work is cut out. I usually pop in a tooth whitening strip while I'm putting on my face, and also use the time to try and get my mind ready for the day ahead.

10am

I have a ritual of doing errands at around this time, and I combine it with walking as much as I can. Once I've done my post office/supermarket/smoothie stop-offs then I can settle down to work. I write all morning, (in my other guise as a journalist), so everything bloggerish has to wait until lunch.

SHOP THE LOOK

1pm

Then I start shooting pics through lunch. I always feel like the clock is against me, and I'm constantly frustrated by so many factors- that I have no-one to shoot my images for me, that I have a very basic camera, an old phone (that hits storage on the daily) and an even older face. But I just adore clothes, and I'm constantly excited by the thought of new outfits, new hauls and the possibility that maybe, just maybe, I might be able to come up with a cool(ish) photo now and again. So I keep coming back for more. (This lack of logic puts me in mind me of the old joke- a woman goes to the doctor and says 'Help me, my husband thinks he's chicken!' and the doctor says 'Just tell him straight- he's not', and the woman replies 'I can't, we need the eggs').

3pm

I finally have lunch at 3, (sometimes it's even 3.30pm to be honest) and it usually comprises of a bowl of organic quinoa, and some organic greens- either broccoli or spinach. I then get as many mugs of organic decaf green down my neck as poss (I'm totally addicted to the stuff), whilst going through blogger emails. Sometimes I get a lot, sometimes I get hardly any, but I do try and reply to everyone. Then I start thinking about what I wanna put on InstaStories that day. I have totally mixed feelings about Storying- sometimes I feel like it's fun and more of an opportunity to have a laugh and some #bantz with everyone, but more often than not I just feel enormously pressurized to come up with something, anything. Because I don't live a particularly riveting life (no shit!) I feel like what I churn out is embarrassingly repetitive and limited, but the risk is that the algorithm will start hating on you if you don't play all the silly games that Zuck wants you to.

5.30pm

At this time I start to prep my main IG post of the day. I'll already have it filtered and saved and have gathered as many RewardStyle links as I can in order to share what I'm wearing in a shoppable way. (Hark at me, the little selling robot). I scroll through the whole feed before I post and I honestly get scared every time I put a new pic out there. Why? I dunno, it just gives me the fear. I'm rarely proud of any images I come up with, and if I do actually like summat I've done, chances are, everyone else won't. (I believe Alanis Morisette wrote a song about this once). At this point, I'm so done with IG (well, for a while). I need a break and I don't look at it again for a few hours. (That's my version of so done anyway).

6.30pm

I break for supper now (I never ever look at my phone when I'm eating), and I generally have avo on organic rye toast with a green salad. At about 8pm I come back to IG and look how my pic is doing, and then start planning out my picture for the next day and editing that. (And trust me when I say I need a lot of editing).

9.30pm

I'll run a bath while I'm still prepping snaps and then hop in at 10pm. I like to soak and relax and wind-down. Hell for me would be to get into bed covered in the day's dirt. I absolutely cannot contemplate going to sleep without a clean face, a clean bod and my hair up and out the way.

11.30pm

By this time I'm usually going through everyone else's InstaStories. I like to get the full sweep of someone's day- it usually makes more sense to me that way. (That's the other thing with my own Stories- I feel like I can barely post them without people jumping straight on them- and whilst it's lovely to know that everyone is interested- it's that pressurized feeling that freaks me out a bit). I then get into bed and read a few pages of Vogue or Elle. Finally, I play a very silly (and some would say greedy) little game. I compile a wish list of bags and shoes and anything I've seen in the mag I'm reading that I love and wish that it appears beautifully wrapped at the end of my bed by the morning. That normally helps me drift off and have very sweet dreams. (I'm still baffled though why nothing is actually there for me the next day).

Jumper- H&M //Similar- Here

Jeans- Zara// Similar- Here

Mules- And Other Stories // Similar- Here

Bag- Etsy // Similar- Here

Necklace- Cinco Store // Similar- Here

White Jeans For Winter? Groundbreaking

There comes a moment in every girl's life when resisting your inner Liz Hurley becomes futile. And that moment has arrived for me- yes- I'm embracing the white jean. The depths of Winter might seem an odd time to turn to the palest and most impractical piece of clothing on my floordrobe, but on the other hand, why not? I picked up these skinnies from H&M (where else), but there's some excellent white jeans out there RN including these Topshop ones and these ultimate dreams by Balenciaga.

Winter vibes for this look are coming care of my fave Chelsea boots from And Other Stories (can't recommend them enough), and this new in knit from Zara. Are you feeling white jeans? How you styling them? Lemmie know x

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Knit- Zara // Alternative- Here

White Jeans- H&M // Alternative- Here

Trench- Zara // Alternative- Here

Chelsea Boots- And Other Stories // Alternative- Here

Bag- APC // Alternative- Here

Necklace- Cinco Store // Alternative- Here

Earrings- Jane Koenig // Alternative- Here

White Now

If I could wear all white, all Summer then I would be a very happy blanc-er. Unfortunately, I'm extremely accident-prone. Plus, most days I have to fake-tan too- so practicality dictates that a diet of strict whites is off the sartorial menu. But for the purposes of shooting, the palest of shades can take centre-stage. First up- these jeans (I'm on a good roll in H&M lately, dunno about youse). They're skinny, they have rips, and they are supremely comfy. It's a yes (yes yes) from me. And secondly, the shoes. Their sickness cannot be denied. (Well, you could try, but I'd have to hunt you down and...have a word). A fringe on just about anything gives me heart eyes at the minute, and combo-ed with my fave hue, we're talking bingo bango bongo. Just add in a white tee and you could happily accompany the Kardashians to church next Easter. Catch you soon x

Slip-Ons- ASOS//Jeans- H&M//Print- Sealoe

Black Heart, White Jeans

My mum has a thing for white jeans. She's always banging on about "channelling her inner Liz Hurley". And whilst Elizabeth H isn't even remotely verging on being a style icon for me (soz mum- and indeed- Liz) I'm deffo feeling drawn to a paler palette lately. Thus I found myself in Zara (where else) trying on these. Straight away I was sold (despite the rips- which I'm kinda over). Although I've gone for black errrything else here I'm actually in the mindset of a Kardashian-At-Easter and feeling all-white outfits atm. Naturally, the first day I wore these (in a non-blogging sense) I got them dirty. And the accompanying white tee I was wearing too. And there's the rub. I think it's gonna be a Bold-3-in-1 kinda summer. Catch you soon xx

PS Apologies for the smug/half-dead/make-up-less face in Pic 4 (and just generally)

Jeans- Zara//Sweatshirt- Zara

Fedora- H&M//Sneaks- Adidas

White Shadows

I bought these jeans about two years ago when I was actually thin enough to get into them. But, what with the sun shining and the blossom blooming I thought it was maybe time to try and do the white thing again. So, with a lot of quishing, some laying down and a severe bout of breathing in.....I got the buggers zipped up. I've actually got serious lust for these coated skinnies at the minute (check out the amaze Marantish detailing on 'em), but I'd look even worse than I do in my old faithfuls...so I've limited my pale purchasing to this tee instead. (Also bought the black too, silly not to really). I'd actually love some white boyfriends too...and some black ones...(we're still talking about clothes here, right?) This list goes on and on and on.......Catch you soon dolls xx 

Jeans- H&M//Tee- Zara

Sweatshirt- Topshop//Coat- H&M

Beanie- Topshop//Sunnies- ASOS

Skaters- H&M//Bag- Gucci