Everything happens for a reason, right?

“Everything happens for a reason” is one of the most overused phrases in the universe, I’m quite sure. 90% of the people that use it are women, 91% of them are saying it to one of their friends about a guy who has just screwed them over. And 99% of the time it’s being said over a bottle of sauvignon blanc. Am I right? Or am I right?

Yes, I know that’s a huge generalisation, but you get my point. I am kind of contradicting myself as in another one of my blog posts I did write that I believe everything happens for a reason. And I do still sort of agree with my statement. But why does it always seem to be women saying it to each other? The more I experience relationships whether they be my own or through friends or through earwigging females discussing their love lives, the more I realise there is a pattern emerging. So, do we just tell our friends things happen for a reason to make them feel better?  Does it actually make us feel better about ourselves? Do we actually believe what we’re saying?  Personally, I do think things have to fall apart or grow in order for you to see the light, whether it be good or bad. You can’t experience the good without the bad, so it’s the same sort of principle isn’t it? It does make me feel better about myself and usually my rejection by taking solace in the fact that better things are ahead, surely. But it doesn’t take away the what’s wrong with me? I have an excellent personality, why wouldn’t you want to be with me?, mind set.

Just last weekend I was sat in Bills waiting for one of my best friends to arrive for our brunch date, when I was listening to a group of girls discussing last week’s drama. James hadn’t called or messaged Emily back, but had been online on whatsapp and Facebook. Emily was clearly very upset at the fact he hadn’t contacted her. However, as one of her friends said, maybe he’s been busy, maybe he forgot he hadn’t replied, or maybe he’s just not into you? Her other friend came in with the classic line of – maybe it’s just not meant to be!?  I smiled to myself and had severe déjà vu, why are women so bad a letting go, but men seem to slip out the back door without even saying goodbye? Things aren’t meant to last forever, so maybe we invented this way of looking at life to help us let go of things, even if we’re not ready to let go. This notion doesn’t just apply to our love lives but also job opportunities and waiting to buy a top in the Zara sale; if it’s meant to be that blouse will still be there.

As my home girl, Carrie Bradshaw said – “Eventually all the pieces fall into place, until then laugh at the confusion, live for the moment me know everything happens for a reason.” 

So next time you feel rejected or disappointed about an outcome, remember you are the prize and everything is a lesson. In the meantime, pour yourself a large Hendrix and tonic and call your girlfriends to arrange a dinner date to mill over the situation.

On another note, I’ve finished university! I cannot believe it. The longest, yet shortest three years of my life. My dissertation goes in next week and then I’m officially a free woman, bar one assignment in for the end of May. On to the next chapter, I wonder what’s in store…

I hope you’re well and have been enjoying the glorious springtime sunshine. I love springtime!

Take care,

B x








This is a different kind of goodbye…


2015 has already been, well, I’ve been sat here for a good five minutes trying to think of a word to use and all I can come up with is unpredictable.

There has been tears, tantrums and so much laughter all within a short space of time. The biggest bombshell was saying goodbye to someone who has been such a large part of my life for a long time. As you get older I think goodbyes become more difficult and more common. This goodbye was even more emotional than I expected as there was and is so much history, so much emotion, so many unresolved issues, which is a large part of the reason why I wanted to go. I needed and wanted to say my last few thoughts and feelings on our colourful past together. That is the thing with saying goodbye, people have the permission to grow into their own skin without you, which is a very strange feeling. It makes you want to scream, “No, you can’t carry on without me, please! Don’t go!” But as we know, that’s incredibly selfish. You can’t keep people, they’re not collectables.

Why is it goodbyes seem so romantic and glamorous on the television? One of you won’t be able to let the other one go, so you’ll go to the airport, bunch of flowers in hand, running through the departure gates then you’ll catch each other’s eyes. Burst into tears, embrace and live happily ever after. A Ross and Rachel type scenario. Hmmm, yeah. Likely.

Then the questions popped into my head, can you forgive someone for all the past events that happened if you can’t forget? Can you forgive them
even when they’re leaving? If you were to ask me this a year, a month ago even, I wouldn’t have let you finish the sentence without biting your arm off with a loud and forceful, NO. However, I have now changed my mind. Sometimes it’s the closure you need, for the both of you.

Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate, not that I’m even 100% sure that I believe in fate, but you get the idea. If we never veered or challenged our path, we may not fall in love again, have children or even be who we are today, or in the future. I do believe everything happens for a reason, so yes, maybe that is fate? Seasons change, so do cities, so do your memories. People come into your life and some people leave. But I take great comfort in the fact that the ones you love or loved will always leave a mark on your heart; and you will leave a mark on them too. If you’re lucky these loved ones are only a plane ride, text message, Skype, or telephone call away. And if they’re not, there’s usually a good reason for it. Life is a series of letting going moments. You have to start somewhere.

Goodbyes don’t have to mean forever. But that is down to you two.

I still hate goodbyes.

Have you ever had a horrible goodbye? Who were they with?

Take care,

B x

Sugar & Spice & All Things Nice!

I always re-read my previous post before writing my new post. I like to think what was happening in my life when I wrote it, where I wrote it, what time of the day etc. and gosh, SO much has changed since my last post. I love that about life, one minute something is so important to you, the next you can barely remember what you were fretting about. However, bittersweet that may be.

Firstly, I’m an Auntie to a beautiful bundle of glitter and fairy dust. She is perfect and delicious, all I want to do is maul her face with kisses all day long. Although, she is the biggest time waster and I photograph her like she’s going out of fashion. Yes, I’m turning into one of those annoying people who wants to show everyone and anyone how cute my niece is. The storage on my phone is running out swiftly! But she’s so worth it. Honestly.

Secondly, I’m back at university for my last, first semester. My dissertation is in full swing and third year is incredible stressful already, but this is what I expected.

There have been so many things over the past two months that I’ve been meaning to blog, from dinners at yummy restaurants such as, The Wolseley, The Caviar House, Benito’s Hat and so on, to my weekend at LFW with my best friend seeing KTZ! I’ve been a rubbish blogger and promise to get better. Starting with my review of Gone Girl, which I’m aiming to finish by Friday as I’m desperate to see the film. Have any of you seen it or read the book? I’ve heard the film is meant to be fantastic.

I hope you’re all well and enjoyed the end of the summer. All those starting their dissertation, good luck! All those who have finished their dissertation or didn’t do one, I’m green with envy.

Take care,
B x

An Evening with Van Gogh

I am lucky enough to have a group of close friends, which have, or are going into, an array of exciting and unconventional careers. Monday evening was a prime example of their crazy lives. I was invited to an exhibition at Gallery 8, on Duke Street in Saint James, London. Now, for those of you that have never ventured down Duke Street, it is an art connoisseur’s dream! Stacks of galleries, art history book stores, sculptures, exhibitions etc. all in one dreamy place.

I met my friends first of all at Aprés bar opposite Selfridges, we probably sounded like a group of hens to everyone else around us, as we hadn’t seen each other for a few months. Therefore, had A LOT of catching up to do. After all the excitement we then jumped into a taxi and were on our way. After one last spurt of perfume, we made our way inside to view the stunning, abstract artwork. It was a lovely evening, bumping into people I hadn’t seen for years. The exhibition was one I really recommend going to see, even just to experience some unusual, creativity, which is influenced by Van Gogh.

After the display, 30 of us went to Matsuri in Saint James for dinner, which was to die for. If you love Japanese food, you cannot beat it. However, the bill was not a pretty sight, one I shall be paying for, for the rest of the month. But it was so worth it, the sushi platter is delicious and you get to watch the Michelin star chefs cook on the hotplate in front of you. Remember to take your camera as you’ll definitely be in awe of some of their tricks or even be able to help them cook.

The main reason for my post was my outfit for the evening, which I want to share with you guys. The dress-code was smart/casual – which is one of the most difficult dress-codes to dress for. So, I opted for…

My new black, jumpsuit from Whistles. It is one of the comfiest outfits, it’s smart, but something you can dress up and down. Another reason why I love it is because I have quite a large bust, so I’m always weary of strapless clothing. But it is made of high quality fabric so, is very secure and shows off an hourglass figure perfectly. I dressed it down with my leather jacket, also from Whistles, as I didn’t want to be too dressy. I recently bought some white, block heel sandals from Zara, which really rubbed my toes but they looked cute. No pain, no gain and all. To tie it all together I used my white-croc-clutch bag again, from Whistles to match in with my white shoes. Then to finish off the outfit I wore minimal jewellery, my B necklace, watch from Georg Jenson and McQueen cuff. Here are some of my photos of what it all looked like. (Sorry, I didn’t take a photograph of the outfit together, I was in such a rush and almost missed my train!)

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This weather is gorgeous at the moment, but is distracting me so much from university assignments and revision. It seems my mind has gone into summer mode when I’m not quite there yet. Only five weeks left of second year, then I’m free until September, how time flies!! Are you all enjoying the sun?

Hope you had a great week and are enjoying a relaxing Easter weekend eating an absurd amount of chocolate eggs.

B x

PS. excuse the messy room in the photograph!

Spring-Time Spurges!

Do you ever get transfixed on an item of clothing? You think, ah if only I had… It would go with this, this, this, oh and this. I am terrible for this kind of thing, every three months I seem to get a bee in my bonnet about a pair of shoes, coat, skirt etc. which I think will literally, change my life. 

So I ‘invested’ (I say invested to make myself feel better!) in two skirts, a white shirt, a pair of loafers and a YSL lipgloss. All of which, I am so excited to wear and use. 


Bubblegum Pink Skirt – Zara, £29.99 – I’ve made a conscious decision to start wearing more skirts. I wear them all the time at work, so I don’t know why I was so nervous about wearing one as an everyday outfit. I like this skirt as it’s quite bold, especially for me, I’m rarely seen in any other colour bar black. It’s so diverse, you could team it up with a white shirt, plain cotton tee and sandals, a big coat, wooly tights and boots or little turtle neck. It’s great for any season, adding colour in the winter or keeping bright in the summer, I’m very excited to wear it out! Eeeek.


White V-neck Shirt – Zara, £29.99 – You can’t really go wrong with a white shirt, it goes with everything. From jeans and trainers to a leather pencil skirt and heels. It does exactly what it says on the tin, and I’m quite surprised I didn’t have one. It’s a statement piece, which is so wearable, every season and every year. 


Purple and Red Lace Skirt – Zara, £39.99 – Again, as I said I’m trying to get into more skirts. So took the plunge and bought two in one day. I love the colours and I really like the length, just on your knee. I think I’ll be able to team it with a lot of things I already own in my wardrobe and it is also so comfy, which is a massive bonus. Would look really sweet with black heeled sandals and a little tee with a statement necklace. 


Black Patent Loafers – Boutique, £16.99 – I had a pair of loafers, which I wore to absolute death, to the point where they were falling apart. So, I decided I needed a replacement as I’ve felt quite lost without my old ones, and boy, have I missed wearing loafers. They’re unbelievably comfy as have a spongy innersole. I got them from a little boutique just off of Camden high street, for that price such a steal! 


YSL Lipgloss, Rouge Velours – Boots, £21 – I’ve always wanted to get into red lipstick. I think it looks amazing on some people, sophisticated, elegant, sexy and very 1950s! Therefore, I thought why not try and incorporate it into your makeup box, it’s a gloss as I thought I’d try this first before jumping in the deep in with a lipstick. I’ll let you know how I get on. 


I am now broke, as you can image! I’ll let you guys know how I get on with all of my new purchases, I haven’t even tried any of them on. Knowing my luck they won’t suit me, haha. Have you guys splurged over anything this month? Or are you being more sensible than me? 

I hope you had a great weekend. 

Take care,

B x

Maybe, he’s just not that into you…

Eye-contact is one of my favourite things. I think it tells you a lot about someone, especially in a romantic sense. The buzz of looking at someone across the road, exchanging flirty glances, then one of you gets more embarrassed than the other, looks away and the spell is broken. But before you know it, you’ve swapped numbers and are in a taxi on the way to your first date. With some people you have that immediate connection, with others you don’t, that’s why it is one of the most exciting feelings.

So, where does it all go wrong? A question frequently asked by women trying to understand a man’s logic. Is it mind games? Or is he genuinely not interested in you? Which, is always hard to stomach.

Where do you go from here then, you’ve had what you thought were a brilliant few dates, michelin star restaurants, countless cocktails, you’ve talked about in-depth and personal things, laughed and joked, shared a number of texts and phone-calls then, BAM. He’s no longer calling you, he’s no longer texting you, he’s appears no longer to be interested. Now, I KNOW questions are going round in your mind such as – ‘What did I do wrong?‘ ‘Was it something I said?‘ The answer to those questions, NO, NOTHING. Do not convince yourself that it was you. Even though you feel like the common dominator. There’s only one thing left to do in these kind of situations, call your best friends and go out boozing until you forget your own name. But PLEASE, please, whatever you do, do NOT drunk text or call him. It will only end in tears, probably yours. He’ll either be thinking you’re more of a fruit loop than originally thought, or he’ll just outright reject you and not respond, I’m not sure which is worse. But you’ll be left feeling sh*t and nursing a hangover. A lethal cocktail.

Take control of yourself, you don’t need someone to cook you dinner, play with your hair and tell you you’re pretty. It’s his loss and clearly his insecurity, do you honestly want someone that flaky and full of bullsh*t in your life? No. So, maybe it was a lucky escape. However, I know you’re probably feeling deflated at the moment. But it’s all about learning what you want and what you don’t want from a relationship. As I mentioned in my Fixing a Broken Heart. Women always assume a man has to be in control of what the relationship is going to be, and if it’s not what YOU want then why on earth are you putting up with it? I hate to sound cliché but there are PLENTY of other gorgeous men out there waiting to take you on a date. Don’t settle. If you’re feeling particularly soft and don’t want to let this go yet, maybe set him a deadline. He has until this date, this time, and if he hasn’t contacted me by then, then I’m deleting his number. Or I’m going to play ridiculously hard to get. See if he’s up for the challenge.

But maybe, he’s just not that into you…

What have you learnt from this?

1. Don’t be so available, you have a life and don’t need to fit into his schedule. If he doesn’t stick around and want to wait for you, then that tells you everything you need to know.

2. Nearly all men, tell women exactly what they want to hear. One of my favourite quotes – ‘Men fall in love with what they see, women fall in love with what they hear. That’s why women wear makeup and men lie.’ 

3. Enjoy yourself, go and do whatever you want to. Nothing is more attractive then someone who is happy within their own skin.

4. Work out what you want, and try to stick to it. I know that doesn’t necessarily work if you fall madly in love with someone, when all you were looking for was a fling. But sometimes going with an outline helps you decide what you’re willing to put up with.




Exams are fast approaching, so I’m off to focus on some revision and going for a run to clear my head. As I always say, exercise is great at making you feeling better. I hope my advice helped a little! Who needs a man when you have best friends and a puppy dog who utterly adore you.

Hope you all have a good rest of the week.

Take care,

B x


How lovely has this sunny weather been? Generic and terribly British, I know! I’m not really one for sun, unless I’m on holiday and don’t have to do something strenuous. But, wow! I had such a great weekend in it.

I went to meet some friends I haven’t seen since the summer, so the weather made it feel like we hadn’t really been apart. We went to this quaint little restaurant just off of the King’s Road in Chelsea, called Bumpkin. Don’t you just LOVE the name?! I had never been before, but we fancied sitting in the sun and that seemed like the perfect answer. They have a gorgeous outdoor area, which has flowers in teapots, different colour chairs and tables, fake grass and even a little canopy to cover all bases due to our unpredictable weather.

We devoured two bottles of rosé, as it felt very summery. Then some delicious food, I had the soup of the day, which was great. I recommend going there for dinner, as for lunch it seemed quite heavy. Although the menu changes seasonally, so when summer finally comes around I’m sure it’ll be lighter. As they have a special grill with – BBQ ribs, burgers, fish and chips etc. So well worth a visit on an empty stomach. The decor just finishing it off, creating a buzzing atmosphere. It was such a nice catchup with friends, I was really quite sad to leave them. Life seems to get in the way sometimes, when one is free, the others aren’t, visa versa. When leaving we always seem to say, ‘we need to do this more often!!‘ so I’m going to make a conscious effort to do so.

Here are some photographs from Bumpkin, there is a sister restaurant in Nottinghill too!

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After a brilliant luncheon, I then jumped on the tube to meet the rest of my family in Kentish Town. It is my sister’s birthday on Monday, so we all decided to go out for dinner. As I’ve mentioned before about House Seven, they have recently opened a new restaurant called The Chicken Shop. Now, I know what you’re thinking – NO it is not the Chicken Shop that appeared on Channel Four. Think Nandos meets Soho House. This was the best chicken I’ve ever had, and that is a bold statement, I know. But, honestly! The menu is very limited, it’s written on the wall, which adds to the relaxing atmosphere in the restaurant. Now, in my experience, you probably will over order, but that’s good means there’s some to take home. Oh and the apple pie is to DIE for. Even the wine is served to you in a jug like water, old skool. The only downside is that you have a limited amount of time on your table. Even when we left at 9pm, the queue was ridiculous, so get in early.

The decor is 1950s American diner, whoever does the interior for House Seven seems to get it spot on every time. The little touches from the cutlery to the brown paper bags you take your leftovers in, they always seem to get it just right. They also have a sister restaurant in Tooting. Oh, and PizzaEast is next door to The Chicken Shop, which is also owned by House Seven. So you can guess how good those pizzas are!! I feel like an ambassador of House Seven, don’t take my word for it, go! You won’t regret it.

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So, after all that eating yesterday exercise was needed today. I did a workout from Windsor Castle, up to the Copper Horse and home. I felt a lot better! Made me appreciate where I live, I mean there aren’t many places you can sit at the top of the Queen’s land and see Heathrow, the City in the distance, the Mars Factory and where Queen Victoria was buried. I love Windsor.

Hope you guys had a great weekend, and have been enjoying the nice weather as much as I have. Let’s face it, it won’t last!

Take care,

B x