Thursday 27 November 2014

Life Hacks

There is the click bait that you just roll your eyes at, and then there is the click bait that just have to click. 

For me, anything with the idea of #lifehack in it is BOUND to get me clicking - can I make my 'Living alone with all the house work to be done' life any easier?!

And frankly, I find them either very American, or unrealistic. I mean, who has left over coffee to freeze to make frozen coffee that doesn't get diluted? (Not me, but then I don't drink coffee anyway).

Who here has such a thing as left over wine as well?! I don't drink wine either, but if I did, no left overs here!

And so, I wanted to share with you some hacks I do - which may not be right, or ladylike but I certainly find them useful for my pocket, and my time!

  • I have been known to just add more cat litter to the tray if it needs changing - which I usually realise as I'm running out the door in the morning!
  • Buying the budget meal for a family of 4 and eating nothing else for the rest of the week (£6.50 for at least 3 portions of tea? SCORE)
  • Buying new knickers instead of putting a load of washing on - I had a fault with my washing machine - okay!!
  • Using hair straightners to iron a collar 
  • Charity bags (I swear I get 3 through the door a week) as a bin bag - I've saved a pretty penny on bin liners!
  • I clean the shower while I'm in the shower

I'd share more with you but I'm scared I may have lost any respect you may have had for me!

Much love my lovelies, 

K x

Wednesday 26 November 2014

Dare to go without?

This past year, my battle with the red hair dye shifted. 

It is no long a case of the colour had faded, or that my dirty blonde roots were coming through that had me grabbing a bottle of red. 

It was the battle with the white roots. Not the grey ones, no, I think I missed that step, but white. 

So this New Year, I'm actually have a resolution - the resolution to let the red fade, to let it grow out, and to see what shocking shades of grey / white lurk under the cherry red!

I might be 30, but that doesn't mean I can't be grey too!

My reward? 

I have a blue rinse waiting for me - not really, but I do have a box of lavender hair dye waiting for me!

Wish me luck!

Much love my lovelies, 

K x

Monday 24 November 2014

"Lipstick on your collar

Told a tale on you...!"

No, not the 1959 hit by Connie Francis (above), but the Lip Print shirt from Simply Be:

Which was just the right amount of whimsy and bold print - perfect for the office!

Queue a dull Thursday, when the shirt made it's first outing!

I sized up to a 24, anticipating the need for bust room - I was right - I even needed to use an earring to pin the gape shut! 

What I hadn't anticipated was the material. With it being polyester, it moved - A LOT - which meant as I wore it tucked into my skirt, I was constantly adjusting it at the waist, as well as the bust. 

When I next wear this, and there will be a next time, I'll be wearing a cotton tee shirt underneath to see if that eases the sliding! 

Styling wise, I pinned my fringe back in a mini curl, in a homage to a victory roll. Bright pink lips were a must, and it was a no brainer that I would be adding my Collectif Liesel Skirt:

With brogue for a little land girl feel - and for all the draw backs of the shirt, the plus points of the print make it more than worth it!

Much love my lovelies, 

K x

Sunday 23 November 2014

Suddenly Braless, and in need of a lift...

This time two weeks ago, I was happily minding my own business when I suddenly found both sides of my underwire had attacked me. I was covered in small red marks where the little bits of metal had escaped the centre gore, and was rubbing on my skin. 

On taking it off, it looked a little something like this:

Image taken from a Google image search

"Ah, that's okay", I thought, I can just push them back in and that'll be that. 

Work the next day, cue repeated trips to the loo to take the bra off, push the wires back in, and put it back on again. No go there then. 

And so, my one good bra (I have a white one that hurts, a comfy one that doesn't really support, and a 'going out' bra which offers added Ooomph, but doesn't fit), went to the bra haven in the sky. 

After scraping through last week wearing an assortment of the above bras, something needed to be done!

I hunted through my many bras (most worn a couple of times and given up on for one reason or another), and came up blank. Until I remembered, in some odd moment, I had purchased a baby-doll, which was languishing in a corner somewhere.

In this weather especially, this baby-doll has worked a treat, adding an extra layer (without anyone being any the wiser), as my bank balance crept closer and closer to payday. 

Why did my underwire break free in the first place though? Why was it so cruel as to leave me in the lurch like that. I machine washed it. 

I usually don't. I'm good like that - and after paying £27 a pop for a bra, I don't want to waste it to too high temperatures and vigorous spinning. But in a fit of pique, I threw it in the machine non-pulsed. And paid the price. 

Although I now have 2 new bras on their way to me (thanks to Amazon - I was doing my Christmas shopping anyway!), I mustn't forget my baby-doll - bra first, cami second!

Much love my lovelies, 

K x