FASHION

  • PinappleFeature

    On Trend: Pineapples (and other headgear).

    I recently talked about my love of food meets fashion combo. (If you haven’t read it, catch up on the ultimate foodie, fashion obsessed dream here). Love has stuck again, and this time in the form of something much healthier (but equally as cute). Yup, I’m talking (of course) about pineapples. You followed me through my […] Read more…

  • NewLookFeature

    Mondayitis

    I don’t know if you’ve picked up from this blog, but I’m not very good at narrowing my passions down. Instead of devoting myself to one thing (like food), I have thrown my hands in the air and declared my love for not only cooking (well, eating) but also for keeping myself in tip-top shape […] Read more…

FITNESS

  • RFLFeature

    Putting my thighs to good use.

    I’m sitting here in my living room wearing a Race For Life 20th Anniversary Special Edition T-shirt. And thats it. Well, ok I have undies on. And glasses. And no, this is not the start of some slightly bizarre next chapter of the 50 Shades of Grey saga. This is a rather honest look at […] Read more…

  • Top5Feature

    Your summer fitness checklist.

    Ok, so everyone is saying there is going to be some serious heatwave backlash in the form of horrid weather over the next few days. But right now I’m blinded by heat and the sauna-like conditions have rendered me seemingly un-exercisable. The idea of actually choosing to sweat even more than I already am is […] Read more…

FOOD

  • NamaFeature

    London Eats: Nama.

    Hidden away down the pastel coloured streets of Notting Hill, a stones throw from the bustling and infamous Portobello Markets, is this tranquil health mecca. Nama. The boy and I stopped by this unassuming, raw food cafe for lunch (and a cuppa, of course) one sunny Saturday afternoon, and I am so glad we did. It […] Read more…

  • SugarFeature

    Too much of a good thing. Way too much.

    Every Saturday morning I wake up with a thumping headache. A thumping headache and a promise to myself that next weekend will be different. Ring a bell? Well, unlike most twenty somethings, the Friday night activity that leaves me felling less than savoury come the morning has nothing to do with alcohol (well, not much). […] Read more…