When I first moved to London, my parents were constantly asking me if I was safe. They would ask me about my neighbourhood, what the buses and trains were like, how I got home at night, how many people were around if I was walking home late. They worried. I had lived in big cities before but London is a different beast. I think it’s because it’s more faceless: it’s famous for being a city of individuals who are wrapped up in their own affairs. My mother pictured me getting mugged on a dark street and being stepped over by locals annoyed at being inconvenienced by my body on the floor.
So it came as a surprise to her that the first time I felt truly frightened since I moved here over 4 years ago was on a brightly lit train, at 9 in the morning, surrounded by people.
Photo by @technicallyaaron (instagram)
I am a terrible packer. I mean truly awful. I tend to pack way to much or nowhere near enough. And I never leave enough space for the really important things, like socks… and hair straighteners. I usually remember the latter as I’m doing a final visual sweep of my bedroom and by that point my overnight bag is already so full that there’s no way to squeeze them in. So the idea of travel hair straighteners is one I should have cottoned on to a long time ago!
THX (or Total Hair eXperts) have brought out some amazing candy coloured hair straighteners that are not only great for styling your hair but also look super pretty.
*Insert incredulous first sentence about it already being September*. Now that’s over with, let’s get down to the goodies, shall we?
A few weeks ago I was very kindly invited to Vos Beauty Salon in Chelsea to try out some of their treatments. It’s on the King’s Road, right opposite The Bluebird restaurant so it’s in a great location. I love that part of London: it’s brilliant for wandering around, staring at houses and cars that you might buy if you win the lottery or marry a rich oligarch. Always a fun way to pass the time!
photo credit: by Daria / epicantus via photopin (license)
Why I don’t want a promotion
Today I told my boss that I didn’t want to be put forward for a promotion – one I was pretty much guaranteed to get. It was a strange moment and not one in which I ever envisioned myself. You leave school or uni and get a job and the stepping stones are laid out in front of you: you work hard, your boss recognises that, you get a promotion and the process starts again.
So what happens when you don’t follow that path?