The Summer Shoe Trends You Need To Know About

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Unless you've been living in a hole for the last few months, then you will have seen mules doing the rounds absolutely everywhere on the high street. Metallic mules, heeled mules, embroidered mules, suede mules, block heeled mules, yeah you get the gist...there's a hell of a lotta mules out there. There's something so effortlessly cool about a mule and if you're one who tends to shy away from brightly coloured clothes like myself (I feel ya sister), mules are the perfect opportunity to inject a bit of colour into your outfit as we (finally) transition into Spring/Summer. Their modestly sized heels elevate you off the ground enough to give your legs that little bit of oomph, whilst being flat enough to comfortably wear out all-day long without having to hobble into Primark to buy some £1 flip-flops to flop off home in (we've all been there!) They look perfect teamed with both denim jeans and dresses and are an absolute must for your shoedrobe this Summer.

The high street has a lot to offer in the way of mules, so get shopping girls...



DISCLAIMER: No, we're not talking about the canapés here ladies. When sliders first became a 'thing' back in 2014 in the form of Ellesse and Nike, I remember laughing at the hideousness of them. Before long they had trickled down from the cool Instagram girls to the rest of us normal folk and brands like Primark and ASOS had soon put their own spin on the slider, in turn, creating a sassy, fun shoe fit for the beach or poolside. 3 Summers later and I've laughed my hypocrisy away and will be donning them myself in a few weeks on my holiday to Greece. They're certainly not a shoe to strut slide around the office in, but they're absolutely perfect for slipping on on holiday and are so much comfier than flip-flops. Primark have an excellent collection which obviously I can't provide links for because Primark STILL DON'T HAVE ONLINE SHOPPING WHY GOD WHYYYY (still not over it as you can tell), but if you're near a store anytime soon then definitely pop in to pick some of their sassy sliders up. I picked up the 2 pairs below just the other day, so go go go before they sell out.



The Western style accessory has been creeping back into our Spring/Summer wardrobes for a fair few years and it shows no signs of stopping if this years shoe game is anything to go by. Topshop, Primark and River Island amongst many others have a fab selection of Western style sandals to pick from this season. The Western style sandal is the ultimate casual daytime shoe and one that won't leave your feet throbbing or covered in blisters. They're flat and comfortable as hell, whilst being stylish at the same time...I mean what more do you want ladies?




I remember the days when I would roll my eyes at my Mum every time she used to whip her espadrilles out... and oh, how those days have changed! It may have taken years of persuading from my Mum to get me over to the espadrille-wearing dark side, but boy am I glad I changed my attitude towards these shoes. Espadrilles are the epitome of comfort and there's certainly no longer anything frumpy about these shoes. They've had an image overhaul in the form of platforms, tie legs and splashes of gingham and leather and they're the perfect shoe to go exploring in on holiday, or exploring your city by foot on those Summer days. 



If you'd have told me people will be wearing sandals covered in Pom Poms 3 years ago, I would have laughed in your face. They didn't initially strike me as the most mature of shoes, however after seeing tanned feet splashed in sandals covered in Pom Poms all over my Instagram feed last Summer and this Spring, they've seriously grown on me. There's something very playful and girly about them, whilst still managing to maintain an element of style. They liven up any white summer dress and compliment light-wash denim perfectly. Usually opting to keep my summer shoes monochromatic so that they go with everything, I'm strangely really into this colourful trend. ASOS have an excellent selection at the moment! 



If you can't have a bit of fun with your footwear in Summer, then when can you? Summer is all about chucking the toe-crushing Winter boots to the back of the wardrobe and getting those tanned feet out. I love to experiment with bright colours and textures in the form of flatforms. The height is oh so flattering on your legs, without the crippling pain that comes with heels, making them the perfect shoe to wear both day and night. 



Why I'm Giving Up Tinder...

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Tinder, Bumble, Happn, Plenty Of Fish....

you name any dating app and the chances are, I've probably tried it. And yes I am aware of how embarrassingly tragic that sounds, but the shitty reality is that when you are a single 23 year old woman (*girl?) living in London in 2017 where the probability of a man actually standing infront of you and eating his own shit is significantly higher than a man actually approaching you in a bar to chat you up, you are left with little option but to throw away what little ounce of dignity and self-respect you have left, spit on it, and then resort to downloading that ever so lovely dating app we call Tinder.

Oh Tinder, I remember when it was first released in 2012, 2 years into my University degree. The online dating world was strictly a taboo subject then, with the mere mention of enough to provoke hysterics amongst those in their twenties. A tragic dating world strictly reserved for 50 year old divorcees desperately searching for their last shot at love...or so we thought. A dating app we asked? The word "app" had instantly cooler connotations than "website" and something about this minor difference triggered a staggering difference in perspectives from those under 30. Fast forward just 5 short years since the app's release date and I believe you'd struggle to name any single (or not) male or female under the age of 40 who doesn't have the Tinder app installed on their iPhone. Tinder  is now so casually dropped into conversations with friends, family members and hell, even work colleagues! That sense of shame and secrecy about belonging to an online dating site has thankfully been destroyed so much so that that once taboo Voldemort word (Tinder) which would never be mentioned out loud in public as little as 4 years ago, is now shamelessly dropped into many a conversation. People openly swipe in cafes, on the tube, on crowded trains, in bars, and heck we're not impartial to a cheeky swipe during our lunch break at work either. Online dating has come a long, long way. 

After all, why go to all the painful and humiliating effort of actually having to approach a girl, spend £5 £10 on a drink for her (we live in London remember), practice your best small talk, hell maybe even buy a round for her mates as well because girls love a generous guy right, and after ALL that effort not even be guaranteed her number, or even worse, to be told "sorry you're a lovely guy but I have a boyfriend, but thanks for the drinks, have a good night" whilst you're typing your pin into the card machine...So why then, wouldn't guys prefer to sit at home or in the pub, or even on the toilet midway through a shit and with a few swipes to the right, a few cheesy chat-up lines and a few GIF's later, have a guaranteed date secured and all without having to step foot outside, spend a penny, or risk being humiliated infront of your mates. Sounds like the dream right? 

Us millenials are meant to be all about instant gratification after all aren't we? According to every person over the age of 30 who so loves to critique our generation and harp on about how we don't understand the true meaning of a connection anymore, we are apparently obsessed with immediacy, are spoilt beyond belief with options and have access to anything and everything on our smart phones, including the search for love. Well I will tell you something, yours truly is a millenial, but I couldn't be further from this escapade. I may be one of few left who don't hold all those values of a typical "millenial". Because you know what? I actually don't want to find my future boyfriend, life partner or fiancee on Tinder. I just don't. I have been there, done that and got the ghosted T-shirt. I've been on fun Tinder dates and I've been on god-awful Tinder dates. I've been on and off Tinder throughout the 5 years it's been around and I've seen it evolve from an originally predominantly innocent dating app to a seedy and degrading one.

I've been hurled abuse at when I've refused to tell a seedy stranger what my favourite sex position is. I've been told to "lighten up" and been called "a stuck up bitch" when I haven't reciprocated a guy's (pathetic) attempt at a dirty message and I've lost count of the amount of times I've been greeted with a welcoming message of "sit on my face". I've felt degraded and used and as much as I'm not a fan of throwing the "sexist" word around, I have experienced a disgustingly shameful number of sexist encounters on the app, which have left me feeling really bloody shit about myself to be totally honest with you. It's so easy for men (and women) to hide behind an app and to talk derogatively and disrespectfully to women in a tone that I'd like to think they'd never dare to use if they were approaching you for the first time in person. Tinder gives people the platform to explore other parts of their personality they'd never dare to explore in person. They can be dominating and they can be powerful. They can explore fetishes and they can be dam right bloody rude without having to face the consequences of doing so, because oh look, there's an 'unmatch' button. There's a dangerously fine line between admiration and objectification on Tinder and sadly, many people challenge that line and thrive off it on a daily basis.

But the part which I've found the most disgusting of all throughout my years on Tinder...can I get a drumroll that I've come across at least a dozen people I know to have a girlfriend on Tinder...girlfriends who I went to school with and know very well and the same girlfriends I see posting pictures of their partner on Facebook seconds after I've swiped left to their other halves...the same other half that I've been coming across on Bumble and Tinder for the last year now *insert Kermit the frog meme here*. I've just this week discovered a guy I've been speaking to on Tinder for the last two weeks actually has not only a serious girlfriend...but a 5 month-old baby with said girlfriend too. Yup a baby. I hope you feel as sick as I do, because discovering that honestly made my skin crawl to the point where it left me somewhere in-between wanting to vomit, wanting to cry my eyes out for this poor woman and wanting to hurl my iPhone out the window simultaneously. It didn't exactly take much investigating to discover the scumbag's identity. He'd flaunted his Snapchat name containing his surname in his Tinder bio, meaning no MI5 stalking skills were needed (this time). A quick Facebook stalk (thanks to our 20 mutual friends he was very easy to find) and bam, within 2 minutes I was on said girlfriend's Facebook page and scrolling through their family pictures of the 3 of them. But maybe they've split up do I hear you ask? Oh no, that's not possible. Why? Because he updated his profile picture of the 2 of them captioned "My World ❤️"just 3 days ago. 3 days ago. On the exact day he triple messaged me and asked for my mobile number.

The thing that shocked me the most about this situation, was not that 1. this guy had a girlfriend, or 2. this guy had a 5 month-old baby with said girlfriend, but it was the fact that he appeared to have absolutely no shame and carried a disgusting amount of arrogance in what he was doing. He'd made zero attempt to disguise his surname, so not to make himself trackable on Facebook and he'd made zero attempt to disguise his appearance in his photos, so not to make himself recognisable. Either he was a complete and utter fucking idiot who doesn't know how us girls have stalking capabilities to rival those of MI5 agents, or he was just such an utter scumbag that he didn't care if he got caught. And I really, really hope it is the former. I felt horrific for days after discovering his other life and although I had absolutely no reason to feel guilty as I had thankfully not yet met up with him, I was riddled with guilt that I had been a part of his cheating. And yes I know he may not have kissed or slept with me, but he had approached me, complimented me, flirted with me, got to know me and asked for my number, all whilst being under the same roof as his partner and 5 month-old baby, and that to me is disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. 

So I think it's fair to say that was the absolute final straw for me. I felt sick, I felt used and I felt riddled with guilt that I'd been unintentionally involved in a father's cheating. So now do you get why I've had enough of Tinder? I've had enough of discovering boyfriends of friends of mine doing the dirt on them. I've had enough of talking to a guy for 2 weeks, getting to know them, organising a date and then them disappearing off the face of the earth a few days before the date with no explanation. I'm fed up of going on a date, having a ball, them feeding me all the "I can't wait to see you again/I've had the best night" bollocks and then bam never hearing from them again. I'm fed up of each date destroying my confidence that little bit more. I'm fed up of absolutely sick of being ghosted and being left in tears questioning myself and my appearance. I don't want to have to use my iPhone and swipe left 12910831 times and swipe right 873 times before I find "the one". If you have to search and search for "the one", then the chances are that they are probably not "the one". The biggest deal-breaker for me is that I do not want to be disposable. I do not want to be another "match" in the list of 1231 other matches on somebody's iPhone. I don't want to be number 873, I want to be number one. I don't want to have to tell everybody that I met my fiancee on Tinder because he thought I looked hot and swiped right. I want to tell everybody that we met because of fate. We met because we were meant to meet, not because we forcibly swiped through thousands of other possible matches and held hundreds of shitty "how was your weekend? where you from?" conversations with people we will never see nor speak to again. I don't want to be ghosted again, because hell that last ounce of self-confidence is hanging on for dear life. I don't want to be bailed on, or played. I don't want to be told to "sit on my face". I want to be respected and if that's too much for a "millenial" (God I hate that word) to ask for in 2017, then looks like I better get making myself a time machine then, because Tinder, you are not for me...

How To Spend A Sunday In Shoreditch

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Now you can't start a day without a heavenly brunch now can you? Sunday is my favourite day of the week and the one day of the week where I actually have time to enjoy my breakfast without having to wolf it down in 3 minutes before starting work like I do the rest of the week, so I like to use my Sunday wisely and having been recommended brunch at Hoxton Grill by several people, it was finally time to test it out and I can tell you now, it certainly did not disappoint. I opted for the embarrassingly middle class option of smashed avocado and poached eggs on toast (yup, I'm cringing at myself RN) with a side of bacon, and as you can see from the salivating inducing pictures above, it was pretty god damn good. Although a little pricier than other brunch joints in East London, Hoxton Grill is well worth the extra few pounds, as the restaurant is set in the Hoxton Hotel (part of the Soho House group) so as you can imagine, it's interior is ridiculously Instagramable and there's always something a little more special about dining in a hotel. Located just a few minutes walk away from Old Street Station, Hoxton Grill is also ridiculously easy to find. 

Location: The Hoxton, 81 Great Eastern Street, Shoreditch, EC2A 3HU. 


What I love about Sundays, is it is literally the only day of the week where you can wander aimlessly with no real rush to get anywhere. Whether you wake up at 8 or 11, nobody gives a shit because hey, guess what? it's Sunday! Although we all know that London is a city that never stops and the pace may seem overbearingly fast at times, I definitely think the pace slows down a little on Sunday's and the city as a whole becomes just  a little more lazy. Shops open later, breakfast and lunch merge into brunch and without a commuter in sight, there's actually time (and pavement space) to just wander around and actually look up and take in what's around you. So on our walk from The Hoxton - Columbia Road, we stumbled across House of Hackney, and my god, what a find! If the palm plant in the window wasn't enough to send my feet running for the entrance, then the pineapple lamp certainly did the trick. I love nothing more than wandering around unique interior shops (I love you Ikea, but no) and House of Hackney is literally what interior dreams are made of. With a palm print obsession ever since my Beverly Hills Hotel visit a few summers ago, House of Hackney has all things palm and leaf print, with some eclectic colours and prints thrown in to mix it up a bit. Need a pineapple lamp with a floral lampshade? Yep, they got it. Or a leaf print crushed velvet purple sofa do I hear you ask? Yep, they got that too. So do yourselves a favour and pop in to the shop of dreams...

Location: House of Hackney, 131-132 Shoreditch High Street, London, E1 6JE. 


On the walk from House of Hackney - Columbia Road, the street was lined with antique shops, so it would have been rude not to pop in. Although I am currently about 4839735083 lifetimes away from owning a house in London, a girl can still dream, so on Sunday's I like to play the game of let's pretend I have a house to decorate and pick out all my furniture. Like I said, a girl can dream...

Location: 45, Hackney Road, London, E2 7NX. 


And finally, after a few pit-stops along the way, we made it to our destination...the infamous (and probably most Instagramable road in the whole of East London...the Columbia Road flower market. Despite working just a 15 minute walk away from Columbia Road, I'd embarrassingly never been as I'm a North London girl at heart and rarely venture into the East on weekends, but there's few things in the world I love more than flowers, so I was itching to go and spoil myself with an obscene amount of lilies and tulips. Columbia Road flower market is just one street lined on both sides with stall after stall, all offering a beautiful selection of flowers and plants at ridiculously reasonable prices. They have everything from lilies, to tulips, to cotton plants, to cacti and even palm plants (yes I know I'm obsessed ok) and although it certainly lived up to expectations flower-wise, the busyness of it kinda spoiled it for me. There were hundreds and hundreds of people all attempting to walk down this one narrow street, which made it physically impossible to move at your own pace and stop at the stalls you wanted to, which kind of defeats the whole object of the market. In all fairness, I had been recommended to get there early to avoid the crowds, but because I got sidetracked by my poached eggs and antique shops, I arrived at quite possibly the worst time (12.30), as we were literally barricaded in, so once we'd finally bought our flowers, we then faced the challenge of attempting to a) keep them in our arms without people shoving them out of our hands and b) attempting not to crush those beautiful tulip heads. 
So moral of the story guys...don't spend hours tucking into your eggs and browsing the shops like I did and head to the market first thing (it's open from 8am-2pm) and do all your lazy Sunday browsing and brunching afterwards! Because despite the busyness, the market is oh so worth it! 

Location: Columbia Road Flower Market, London, E2 7RG. 
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