Happy holiday weekend!

This weekend is shaping up to be the warmest may bank holiday on record so bright colours and florals were an obvious choice.

The shoes although a great style choice weren’t the most practical. They’re pretty thick and did make me quiet warm. But overall the outfit was a great success. I say that because I am vain, I felt good, I got lots of stares while shopping in Selfridges and on Bond Street and the MOST fabulous drag queen told me I looked great so there’s that.

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Don’t forget you can shop my closet here.

I always feel more comfortable in the more strange poses when it comes to outfit pictures.

Wearing vintage J. Crew light wash denim dress, thrifted red leather belt, and Nike Jordans.

Photos by Afro Glory.

Went through my personal library and pulled a few ‘feminist’ books and books made into films for props.

Have you got a ‘feminist’ MUST READ list?

Do you have a morning routine? I don’t really but I do have a single ritual; COFFEE.

Routine as Ritual.

At home I grind two shots every morning, and brew a large cup of coffee. I add a heaping tablespoon of honey and enjoy.

When the weather, like it is this morning. I drink my coffee on the small balcony I have that looks on to the gardens of the surrounding flats.

I try to have a little time for quiet and calm, but more often than not I am drinking it half cold mid way through morning chores, or while getting dressed or putting on makeup. Or as I am today, updating socials on my phone.

Me time or meditation?

How do you like your coffee?

What are your favourite spots in London?

No Gods, Only Pancakes.

I don’t believe in a God, but I do believe in pancakes.

Growing up in a small town on the eastern coast of Canada God was omnipresent. To say I grew up in a time warp would be an understatement. We were still expected to recite The Lords Prayer along with the National anthem every morning in school… I refused to do either, four years old and already suspect of both god and country.

In the 4th grade a friend took me as a ‘guest’ to their bible study day camp and when asked what church I belonged to I replied without shame or apprehension that I was in fact an unbaptised bastard and that ‘my parents raised me without religion because they want me to find one that is right for me when I was old enough to understand what religion means’. I still remember the look of horror on the Sunday school teachers face and the astounded whispers of the other children sat campfire style in a circle as the teacher hurried from the room. I was awarded CAMPER OF THE DAY before I left, they took my picture with a polaroid camera, taped it to a xerox award certificate and handed me a bag of skittles. They tried to convert me with skittles and at the tender of age of 8 years old I remember climbing into my moms car at the end of the day and cackling with her about how ridiculous it was that they thought they could buy my soul with candy.

There was a picture of beautiful white Jesus in my middle school, which in the 7th grade I circulated a petition to have removed, positing that it excluded and othered those students who did not in fact believe in white Jesus… or any Jesus for that matter. My petition failed and I’d bet you a dollar if I went back to SMJH it was still hanging in the stairwell even more sun bleached and irrelevant as it was 18 years ago.

I went to a high school attached to a convent, where at the age of 16 we tried to summon satan with a copy of the Necronomicon found at a local used book store. Not only did we fail, but not a single Sister came shrieking down the hallway nun-senses tingling.

God was always present in my childhood, like a friends weird uncle, always lingering at the fringes of the party with candies in his pockets. All the other kids love to sit on his lap and be fed candy… but my gut always told me NO! RUN!

Every single year, every school I attended, from the age of 4 until I was 17 celebrated Shrove Tuesday by cooking a massive pancake feast. It wasn’t until I was in highschool(attached to the convent) that I actually realised that PANCAKE DAY was in fact a religious holiday! I had been duped! I had, in naivety and dreams for a secular school system, thought it was just a regular part of ‘Winter Carnival’, which was celebrated at the same time each year. Carnival included events like ‘Pyjama Day’ and trips to the local ice rink for an afternoon of skating, so pancakes didn’t seem out of place. When I finally did discover the truth I felt betrayed and swore off pancakes for a time.

I have since come to terms with this great deception and have accepted Pancakes once again into my heart, Maple Syrup as my Lord and Saviour.

The problem now is that my partner and I disagree on what is and is not a PANCAKE. They would have us eating crêpes today! BLASPHEMY! Pancake day is for PANCAKES not crêpes.

I’ve included my favourite Pancake recipe, may your pancakes be fluffy and your Maple Syrup be Grade A Dark from Nova Scotia(the best)!

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Ingrediants:

  • 2 eggs
  •  1 3/4 cup milk
  •  1 teaspoon vanilla essence
  •  2 cups flour
  •  1/3 cup sugar
  • 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
  • pinch of salt

Whisk eggs, milk and vanilla together in a bowl.

In another bowl sift flour, sugar, baking soda, and salt together.

Make a well in the centre. Add milk mixture. Whisk until just combined. Don’t over whisk! You’re pancakes will come out chewy.

Let stand for 2-3 minutes, this is a step most people miss but it is so important! This resting gives the baking soda time to work its magic and make lovely bubbles in your batter and will mean your pancakes and extra fluffy!

Using a ladle or small measuring cup GENTLY(you don’t want to lose those lovely bubbles!) scoop batter into a medium-hot greased pan.

When you start to see bubbles rising and popping on your pancakes it’s time to flip them! Remember to be gentle as you don’t want to lose those bubbles!

Serve with Nova Scotian Maple Syrup for best results.

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Last night I made a chicken pot pie:

After dinner I had a glass of wine and sat down to go through what may be the last printed September Issue of British Vogue…

Makeup Remover Review

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I’ve been looking for a good eye makeup remover for as long as I’ve been wearing makeup… and it’s been a frustratingly long journey with more than a few allergic reactions and a chemical burn or two along the way.

Thought we’d go through the a quick run down of what I’ve been trying, I’ve listed them below in order in which I tried them… which also turns out to be exactly how I would rate them.

  1. Estée Lauder Take it Away: I hate this product. Hate may sound like a strong word to use against a beauty product but I genuinely HATE this product. It’s at the high end of what I’ve been trying. Costing £23.50 per 200ml bottle (£11.75 per 100ml) and from a reputable brand. I had high expectations and it turned out to be the most disappointing of all the products I tried. It is so heavily scented I couldn’t bare to use it for more than a few days, it actually made me break out really badly. I hate scented products. Beyond the overpowering smell the product just didn’t work. To remove any amount of makeup you had to use HUGE amounts of product, and SCRUB. Eyeliner barely moved and waterproof mascara proved too tough. The only thing this took away was my patience.
  2. Boots Essential Eye Makeup Remover: after having been so let down by the high end product(and trying to recoup my wasted money) I went to the bargain brand. Boots own brand eyemakeup remover. It was also shit. The only difference between this and the high end product is the fragrance. It is shit. Do not buy this. It may only cost £1.50 for a 150ml bottle(£1.00 per 100ml), literally less than 10% the cost of the high end brand it performed just as well… which well… wasn’t well at all.
  3. Simple Kind Eye Makeup Remover: having tried to creams I decided to move onto a liquid eye makeup remover, and having learned my lesson about BUYING FULL SIZE PRODUCTS to try, I picked up a TRAVEL SIZE version of this one. A regular size 125ml bottle of this will cost you £4.94(£2.63 per 100ml). It performed better than the other but not by much. I was still left scrubbing my face and waterproof mascara once again proved impossible to budge.
  4. Bioderma Micellar Water: this product I picked up a week ago after seeing a make-up artist who I really admire (follow their insta it’s sick)recommend it in their instagram story. Now tbh up until this point I hadn’t really done any research, or taken recommendations. I was just picking up a products and deciding yeah this one, I’ll try this one. DON’T DO THAT. I am usually one to do A LOT of research, don’t know why I didn’t this time, I was being fucking dumb. This one is a winner. I’ve only been using it a couple days and it removed EVERYTHING. Without having to use much product I am able to completely remove all my makeup, waterproof mascara and all. It doesn’t have an overpowering smell, and at £10.50 for 250ml(£4.20 per 100ml) it’s reasonably priced.

So what have we learned from this?

  1. I  should invest in some blu-tac so when photographing round bottles of liquid I don’t struggle so much to get a decent composition.
  2. Do your research. Look for reviews, ask around. A product may come highly recommended but maybe you’ll hate how it smells or feels, ask questions.
  3. Don’t fucking buy full sized products until you’ve tested a product!
  4. I really fucking hate scented products.
  5. Just because it’s FUCKING EXPENSIVE doesn’t mean it’s going to work… that should be obvious and I should know that already… but honestly I got caught by the LUXURY. Fuck me right?

So yeah, I think I have finally found a product I really like that works for me.

DISCLAIMER: I’ve linked to the BOOTS website, but don’t buy shit from them. They support the conservatives w/ huge donations so fuck them, it was just an easy point of reference because it had all the products I mentioned.