My social media life: Happy Birthday Facebook

“Are you on Facebook?”

Human connections in the times of the digital age: Anybody out there?

“Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.” – Simone Weil

Sunday is one of my favourite days of the week; it is totally acceptable to spend a good proportion of your day in bed, new PostSecret secrets are up and I can guilt-free indulge in geeky reading of all my favourite websites. The New York Times Sunday Review Opinion page is one of those. To my delight this week one of my favourite authors had contributed his thoughts about human connections in the digital age. 

The Baking Experiment presents: Joe’s Cookie Monster Cupcakes

It has been a while since I posted anything baking related and that leaves me with contemplating two possible answers as to why that is the case: a) I have been too busy socialising or b) too lazy to bake. And while, in conclusion I will probably have to admit that it is most likely a combination of the two, I knew it was about time I slapped on an apron, turned on the oven and got out the glitter.

New Year’s resolutions or learning to like myself a bit more

“No one could ever hate me as much as I hate myself, okay? So any mean thing someone's going to think of saying about me, I've already said to me, about me, probably in the last half hour.”

- Hannah, Girls

Its 10 days into 2014 and I am now back in London and back to reality after a relaxing 2 weeks at home. 2 weeks of no writing, hardly any emails and nothing more than time with my dog (not that she appreciated it), my family (they were glad to ship me back to London by the end) and my friends (sadly missed). 

Parole Emil: The National Theatre’s Production of ‘Emil and the Detectives’

It was my birthday last weekend, so I had the perfect excuse to do something fun and treat myself to a theatre ticket. My old housemate N volunteered to be my date and as the birthday girl I got to pick the play.

Now, I love the theatre and try to go on a regular basis but in the 3 years I have lived in London now I have never managed to make it to the National Theatre. The plays that I wanted to see had always either been sold out or I was away or I just ran out of time. However, when I saw that they were putting on a production of one of my favourite books from my childhood I knew this would be the play to go see at the National.

Colleges, Coffee and Coxes: A weekend in Oxford

A weekend away can do wonders. I have had a few not so great weeks and desperately needed some time away from London. Don’t get me wrong I love London and could not ask for a greater place to live but sometimes, very occasionally, I need to leave London and breathe some fresh English country side air.

Cocktails, Chatter and Chin-Chins: A night at Happiness Forgets

I am normally not much of an East London girl. Shoreditch and surroundings are just that little bit too cool for me; I never quite feel like I can keep up with everyone. Does not mean that every now and again I venture East for a night out. Or a hair cut in fact – I love Amy at Taylor Taylor enough to hop on train to Shoreditch every couple of weeks. 

Do you know how to reel? The University Lodges' Ball

Its been nearly two weeks now that a group of my friends and I went to the University Lodges' Ball and I thought it was about time I blogged about it. Not just because it was a fantastic night but also because it is an event that, if it ever happens again, I would strongly recommend you go to.

Isabella Blow: Fashion Galore – A review

Today turned out to be a rather nice winter Sunday in London. I love doing something a bit cultural on a Sunday and Somerset House just by Covent Garden is one of my favourite destinations for exact such an occasion on a Sunday. This weekend I went to see the Isabella Blow exhibition with my friend Suz. 

If you grew up and live in England and love fashion then you have most likely heard of the legendary Isabella Blow.

Would you like an Espresso Martini with your Haircut? The magic of Taylor Taylor

Finding the perfect hairdresser is a nightmare. Getting someone to cut and/or colour your hair requires a certain level of trust and chemistry. If you hairdresser fails to understand what you are asking them then there is only one end to the story: a Hairtrostophe.