Showing posts with label Life Lessons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life Lessons. Show all posts

Clean Air Therapy.



Working in retail can sometimes be a little disheartening. You'd think anyone who is leisurely browsing the likes of Topshop and Fred Perry would be doing so by choice, for pleasure. The lesson I've learnt is that not everyone is like me and appreciates retail therapy for just that. Shopping can make some people extremely grouchy and lose all sense of their humanity (why do it then?!),

Girl, I'm in work right now and you're buying pretty new clothes, chill.

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Queen B does it again...


Firstly, she co-creates one of the biggest girl bands of the 90's, then she becomes her own independent woman and quite literally rules the pop world. She releases a record-breaking album without any pre-marketing work and now she's about to dominate the fashion world with her own athleisure brand - IVY PARK lands this Thursday, 14th April.

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Actions, big or small.


It's always the days that you worry about the least where you succeed the most. Or at least that's how it goes for me.

On the days that I wake up and let all my anxieties float away on a leaf, those anxieties stay away.
On the days that I abandon all self pressures and expectations of myself, I pleasantly surprise myself and exceed. And on the days that I spend less time analysing my wardrobe, I leave my flat feeling comfortable and good, and the words "I don't have anything to wear" fail to pass my lips (well, for 24 hours at least!).

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The end of 2015 in a blog.

To end this year, I'm going to conclude on a strange note as this time of year is a funny one. Most feel warm inside, and enjoy the company of those around them and others unfortunately feel lonely and isolated. For me, I have a mix of these emotions and that's ok.

The majority of my negativity is related to the crazy ass shoppers who think it's acceptable to throw clothes at me like I'm a coat stand that could give them ebola (basically, retail during Christmas is hell). But it's these crazy ass shoppers who accentuate the home sickness I feel as I miss out on putting the tree up with my parents, helping my Dad wrap my Mum's presents, visiting my grandparents regularly and eating my way through all the Christmas treats before it even reaches Christmas Eve.

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