Who needs to be cuffed when there’s perfectly good unwatched eps of The Real Housewives to be binged on?! Answer: Not I. Here’s what went down during my final cuffing season. (Photo by Charlotte Audrey) (This article was originally published on Fashion Fix Daily)
It’s quite simple, really: the shorter the day’s get, the longer my hairs get. Legs. Pits. Fanny. The tuft trifecta, if you will. (Photo by Club Clitoris) (This article was originally published on Fashion Fix Daily)
In vegetative terms, I am this glitter dusted orange. (Photo by the very talented Charlotte Audrey Owen Meehan.)
In a bid to reinvigorate my fanny, I attempted to give myself a vajacial. Results within. (Photo via tumblr)
The worst happened: I monumentally blocked my boyfriend’s toilet.
I know you’ve asked yourself, probably more than once, “What DOES that chick lug around in that super cool backpack of hers?!” Fear not, my virtual friends, for I have answered your question. Once and for all. Via the medium of YouTube. LET’S DO THIS.
Have you ever found yourself dialling the number of every River Island in the country in a bid to hunt down a jacket? No? Oh. Just me, then. (Photo by Maurizio Cattelan & Pierpaolo Ferrari)
Why’s the poop emoji so smug? What’s a poo pod? Did I shit myself at LFW? Do selfie sticks have more use than one? These questions, and more, answered within. (Photo via themesltd, edited by me)
In which I battle my body demons and imagine what the Daily Mail would headline a photo of me; all with a sprinkling of sass and sarcasm. (Photo via Etsy)
Question: is it weird to joke with your pregnant friends about the ferocity of your pre-abortion morning sickness? This and other questions answered within. (Photo via Pinterest)
The answer is simpler than you could ever imagine. (Uh-may-zing insult cake by Stephanie Gonot)
In which my majestic friend, Gemma, and I attempt to navigate the murky brown waters of contouring. Spoiler alert: we don’t do it well.
