Toy with Them Eyes

One trip to the equator, two photo shoots, three hangovers and bouts of unnecessary but very satisfying Amazon-spree later… I am back in London. Updates? I am now the proud owner of a multi functional juicer-smoothie maker, an Aerolatte milk frother (in Mooo print!) and a dozen of expensive but mediocre quality meal-prep containers among many other things… What, they are stackable, dishwasher safe and BPA free. They will make my Instagram followers jealous.

So, how have you been?

I know I still owe you stories from my second trip to Beijing (spent almost the whole of March there for work), 60 hours in Bangkok (can’t say no to a Thai mango) and a stonking good holiday in Mumbai. (Or call it Bombay, if you think that makes you sound more old-England and knowledgeable, but make sure you don’t make the mistake of calling Chai “the chai tea” because that’s like saying UK is leaving Europe. Very embarrassing.)

Nota bene, if you didn’t get it – UK is withdrawing from the European Union. Not Europe. Europe is a continent you dumbo.

Guff aside, I do have some interesting updates.

Given my declared interest in Fashion lately (how effing pretentious did I just sound don’t you want to throw eggs on me), I do receive quite a bit of emails relating to this topic. In fact, for the last few weeks, I have been engaging myself rather fully in this area of interest. It’s all dipping my toe in the water kind of stage and I can’t reveal much, yet, about what exactly I’ve been up to. (Yes definitely throw eggs on me.) But don’t you worry my dear, I am exactly the kind of “blogger” that sells her soul to ba-blings, ka-chings, no-brainer Insta captions and emojis. What integrity? I dare you to start a blog now, write like a motherfisher and say no to beautiful things.

Then tell me about integrity.

Few weeks ago, SmartBuyGlasses approached me and asked if I would advertise for them on my blog. I gave their site a quick browse and was instantly drawn to the amount of sunglasses they offer on their e-shop, not mentioning the brands that they carry. The filtering system was great too. (Who cares about ski goggles?)

So I said yes.  

One funky Fendi. One prissy Prada. 

I know. The attention given to these two are somewhat disproportionate. Favouritism out loud and proud, baby.

What can do you do about it?

With love x

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