Tall Girl Problems Revisited: Favourites from Next

So a few posts back I ranted and raved about the fact that us tall chicks can rarely find clothes to match our towering silhouettes and that tall sections in major high street stores simply aren't enough to satisfy our shapes. Well...I take that back (and I don't do that often so feel free to absorb the moment with ease).

The Great Gatsby Review...Sort Of

You know how I said that when I get a job I refuse to let it take over my life? (I probably didn't, but I thought it, so that counts.)Yeah, well that failed. Note to self: do not let job take over life.

When I haven't been working, I've been sick. I'm not going to bore you with all the gory details, but let's just say it wasn't exactly a slight cough. You'd think that lying in bed and staring at the ceiling every day would inspire me to do a little bit of writing, and yet, most of my days have been spent watching movies, reading novels (I'm re-reading Nineteen Eighty-Four, mind is being blown AGAIN) and using my iPhone for absolutely everything apart from actually making calls - if you follow me on Instagram and your feed has been bombarded with pictures of cats, you'll catch the drift.

In between being sick and working - and on a more positive note - I managed to go and see The Great Gatsby on opening night. Despite being an avid reader, I'd never actually laid my hands on a copy of the original text (surprising, as a lot of kids read it as part of their curriculum). However as a lover of 20's fashion, retro cars and Baz Luhrmann, I was really, really looking forward to seeing Leo's butt this modern rendition of a classic novel.

Kindle vs. Books

I don't know about you, but there is something about opening a freshly printed magazine, its pages still loosely stuck together, that gives me a real sense of satisfaction. The smell of the ink, the uncreased pages and the glossy front cover all provide a pleasure that can only be compared to a steaming hot chocolate on a winter’s night (wow, that was some rather cheesy Gouda right there). The same goes for novels – the smell of a book to me is what freshly baked cookies are to Mary Berry; delightful. When I see a book that’s been poorly treated, I feel the need to take it into my chest and embrace it as if it was an abused animal. Why would someone curl your corners or highlight phrases, you poor paperback?

Happy Easter//Birthday//April Fools

Yes yes, I know I'm a tad late, but I've been sooo busy eating my weight in chocolate doing very important things that I didn't have time to post about Easter, so I thought I'd write a little bit about what I got up to during this underestimated holiday.