Sunday, 28 September 2014

OOTD: Print me happy...

My student loan has enabled me to treat myself to few new bits of clothing this month (yeh, yeh I bought the important student-y type stuff as well). One such purchase was this cute duster jacket, kimono type effort from New Look Inspire.


The print is pretty bloomin' special, it's a bit 20s in style. I imagine Evangeline Eliott swanning round the studio in this and some fabulous headscarf tied over her immaculate bob (Yes I'm old enough to remember House of Eliott, and if you're not, I suggest you go and watch it this second). It's no surprise I styled this with my usual jeans/vest combo, but I think it would look great over a cami dress or plain jumpsuit. 






I'm still getting used to these dark dreary days so my photography leaves a lot to be desired. Bear with me while I try and figure how to get enough light into my pictures!




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Saturday, 27 September 2014

Give us this day, our Daily Boost...

So you know the whole bra debacle is on-going, I'm still giving bras a chance, but depending on my mood and pain levels I will still gladly pop on my crop top for comfort and ease. But... I do feel like I'm making some progress on the bra front. The Chichi from the Panache Sculptresse range I reviewed the other week is amazing, it's so comfy and I love the shape it gives me, but it now has an equal contender, ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Curvy Kate, Daily Boost!


I've heard so many people rave about the Daily Boost but it wasn't until I was fitted at Plus North that I realised how blooming fantastic it was! The lightly padded cups give you a much need boots and the soft seamless design make it perfect for wearing every day under tshirts, dresses and the like. 



The Curvy Kate girls were amazing and the beautiful Laura looked after me and boobs like the pro she is. After carrying out a comprehensive fitting session, we also discovered that part of my bra problem is that I wear the back a little too low. I kept getting major rollage every time I moved and subsequently it would dig in causing me pain. I couldn't figure out why it was doing it, but with just a little lift at the side, positioning my bra band slightly higher it has solved the problem! Genius!


I cannot emphasise the fact enough, go and get fitted, get fitted by someone who knows what they're doing. If you can get to an event where a big brand like Curvy Kate or Panache for example are doing fittings then take advantage of it, I've also found the big department stores like Debenhams and House of Fraser have a good service. I have, however, heard on the grapevine to avoid M&S like the plague and if anyone uses the +4 method then get the hell out of there as fast as your legs will carry you. 

And just a final note, make sure you're putting yourself into your bra properly, sweep your boobs right into those cups, do a little forward shimmy, make sure your straps are secure and tightened correctly and that your band is parallel to the floor. It makes the world of difference. 


For more tips and information on fitting this video is fab!



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** This bra was sent to me as gift by the lovely folk at Curvy Kate, I'm a lucky gal, but I'm also an honest one. So you can trust in me that my opinions and indeed words,  are all my own and 100% honest**

Friday, 26 September 2014

When is a coat not a coat?

When it's a coatigan of course! Yes I know, it's one of those tenuous fashion buzz words popular this season, but I have to admit, I'm loving the coatigan. It looks smart like a coat but it's light and soft like cardigan. Genius!

This particular coatigan in is from ELVi.


I first got to try this beautiful garment on at Plus North and instantly fell in love with it. So when ELVi kindly offered to send it to me I did a bit of an air punch! I have to be very careful though because my mother is already gunning for it. When she came round and saw it hanging on the door she did a little squeal and tried it on with much oohing and ahhing. 



You see that's the beauty of a piece like this, it's so classic that it appeals to all ages and how it looks is completely dependant on how you style it. The coatigan is a soft knit made of 100% lambswool with a PU trim. I'm wearing a size 1 which is a 16/18, but as you can see it's really generous, so there is loads of scope for different sizes, I'd say the size 3 would fit up to a 28/30 easily. 


It also comes in black which is so beautiful, but I love the autumnal orangey, rust shade of this one, it's just perfect for this time of year. Style it with a shift dress and opaque tights for a work look, or leggings, a chunky jumper and biker boots for a sunday stroll. 

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Mesothelioma Awareness Day

As I mentioned last week, my inbox is often flooded with PR emails, asking me to promote products or blog about the latest range, but now and then I get an email from someone reaching out for help with something very important. 

I was contact by Cam last week, who asked if could share his wife Heather's story. Mesothelioma is something, I will admit, I'd never heard of, so I really wanted to share the information with you and raise awareness for this rare illness. I'm going to hand over to Cam and then direct you to the information at the bottom of the post. 



Eight years ago, my wife Heather was diagnosed with mesothelioma; a rare cancer caused by exposure to asbestos. Three months after she gave birth to our daughter Lily, she was told she only had 15 months to live. After a life saving surgery that included the removal of her left lung, she is thriving more than ever. 

Since Heather is one of a few survivors, our family has made it our lives mission to spread awareness of mesothelioma: a preventable disease that takes so many innocent lives. In honor of the 10th annual Mesothelioma Awareness Day (September 26th) we are reaching out to bloggers to help us spread the word by dedicating a blog post to share some eye opening facts and statistics you didn't know about mesothelioma. 



I am delighted to hear Heather is doing well, but it's scary to think how prevalent this still is. I know I remember as a child in 80s and 90s buildings and my school for one, being closed down to remove asbestos, but it's still there and in other countries sadly it's still being used. How scary is that? 

You can read more about Heather and mesothelioma here >


and follow Heather here >




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Thursday, 25 September 2014

Oh Babydoll...

I've always had a little bit of an issue with babydolls if I'm completely honest, I kind of wonder what the point is, probably because I'm not one for dressing up in the old boudoir. Don't get me wrong I love a nice lingerie set, and if that happens to be under my clothes when I do-the-do then bonus, but I'm more of a spontaneous, lets get it on, regardless of underwear, kinda gal. 

So when I was asked if I would review a babydoll from Nine X Lingerie, I was a little apprehensive, but, the one I was sent is somewhere between a slip and a babydoll, so it's not beyond the realms of possibility that this could act as a slip under a dress with the added bonus of being a sexy bedroom garment, which kind of sits better with me! 



 

As you can see it's more fitted than the usual style of babydoll, but the sheer panel down the middle and to the sides gives it a sexy feel. The material is silky and stretchy and the lace print is really pretty. I'm wearing the size 22 and found it true to size. The Finella Black and Grey Babydoll is priced at just £17.99 and is available in sizes 8-26. Nine X Lingerie has a fantastic selection of plus size lingerie, nightwear and hosiery and up to size 30 in some lines. 

I'm definitely warming to the babydoll, I think this style more than the traditional poofy ones though!! 

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What would you do?

Last week on my way home from London, I experienced something that really upset me and I can't shake the feeling.

I was at Doncaster train station waiting for my connecting train, it was about 10pm and it was dark. I went to sit in the waiting room but it was full of rowdy teenagers which made me feel very uncomfortable, so I took a seat on the platform instead and popped my headphones on to listen to some music. You see, despite my apparent confidence, I'm actually very socially awkward, I hate making conversation with people I don't know and having been subject to sexual assaults, and verbal and physical attacks regarding my size in the past I can be quite a nervous traveller. I don't, however let this stop me, that is very important to point out.

Sat on my bench I caught someone looking at me out the corner of my eye, unintentionally making eye contact with him, he then smiled at me. Despite my past experiences, I always like to be polite so I returned a very quick smile and then averted my eyes back to my phone. The man then approached me, and started to talk, so I removed my earphones so I could hear him. He asked if I was catching the Cleethorpes train, I answered yes and he commented on how it was running a little late, I replied with some little polite answer like "yes, but it's only a few minutes late, so I'm sure it will be fine" or something to that effect.

He then proceeded to sit next to me and explain he had been on holiday and asked where I'd been. I explained I'd been to London for work, and conversation ensued. It's at this point I should have removed myself from the situation, maybe gone to the bathroom or something. I was already very uncomfortable, but I really didn't know what else to do other than be polite and engage in the conversation. The man was Tunisian, in his 30s I'd guess, well presented and very polite. I guess I felt sorry for him, he explained how he worked just outside my town and how he didn't have any friends. Now don't get me wrong, I am by no means gullible, I was acutely aware that this could indeed be his way of trying to chat me up, so very early in the conversation I managed to drop in I have a husband and a child.

Finally the train arrived, but instead of getting on and finding a seat, he decided to sit next to me. My head was screaming for him to leave me alone but instead I smiled politely because I really didn't know what else to do. I was so upset, and beginning to get a little scared of this man. Despite the fact he was very nice and friendly and polite, I was so afraid. In my head I just kept thinking go away, leave me alone but outwardly I was just smiling and continuing the conversation. About halfway through the journey, I'm physically very uncomfortable and mentally freaking out. I text Michael and ask me to ring him, I can't actually tell him what's wrong because this man can see and hear everything I'm doing, but the moments relief of hearing Michaels voice is helpful.

The carriage empties and it's just me and him, I'm just about using every ounce of my strength not to scream or cry or have a panic attack, when he goes and asks me for my phone number. What the bloody hell am I supposed to say about that. I'm squirming in my seat, physically squirming. So I say, "no, sorry" - he then asks why. Arghhhh my brain is going ten to the dozen, what do I say? He then asks if it's because of my husband. I say yes. It's ridiculous, Michael would never dictate who I'm friends with and who I'm not friends with, but it's the only thing I can think of. But then he challenges me and says he only wants to be friends, and how he is lonely. I just don't know what to do. Finally, from somewhere I find the courage to tell him, I'm not comfortable with giving my number to a stranger. He accepts it, but I'm increasingly worried for my safety.

By this point I'm very weary and I rest my head on the window, he comments on how tired I look and puts his arm round me momentarily. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm going to get raped and murdered on a scabby old train to Grimsby. Surely this isn't how my life gets played out. I try and submerge myself in my phone, play with social media, talk to husband on text. All the while I can't actually say what is happening to me because I'm scared he's reading what I'm typing.

As we get closer to Grimsby, he takes a phone call from another Tunisian person, I only know this because he was speaking in his language, this in itself is unnerving because I have no idea what he's saying. I'm due to get off at Grimsby, one stop before Cleethorpes where he's supposed to be getting off. As we finally approach Grimsby he gets up, presumedly to let me out, but he goes over to where his cases are, I ask him, "I thought you were getting off at Cleethorpes?" he answers that he was, but his friend is coming to pick him up from Grimsby now.

Great. I've now convinced myself him and his friend are going to kidnap me, gang rape me and kill me. So I dig into my bag, get out my house keys and make a fist with one of the keys pointing out. If he's going to grab me I'm going to do some damage! Then with the other hand I ring Michael and let him know I'm getting off the train.  We can actually see the train station from our bedroom window, but he can't come and meet me because of Poppy, so I ask him to come down to the front door and keep an eye out for me (all the while he still doesn't know why). As the train doors open I say a very quick and unceremonious goodbye to the man, and do my quickest walk possible across the car park, under the rail bridge and up our street.

Needless to say, I got in safe and I would say perfectly fine, but that fact of the matter is, I'm not. The mere fact I'm writing this today means it's still playing on my mind and had an impact on me.

I'm angry. I'm angry at him for subjecting me to 90 minutes of upset, I'm angry at me for not having the guts to tell him to leave me alone. Most of all I'm angry that the world is such a shitty place that I'm made to feel like this, regardless of wether his intentions were bad or not.


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Tuesday, 23 September 2014

It's that time again...

Hello all! It's been busy busy this week, uni is getting crackers already, but I have got some outfit posts, reviews and lingerie posts coming up this week. In the mean time, I'm really chuffed to announce I've been nominated in the Best Blogger category in this years British Plus Size Fashion Awards. Firstly a MASSIVE thank you if you took the time to nominate me, it means the bloody world to me.



And now it's down to a vote, and all your votes count. Of course I'd love to win it, but I'm up against some tough competition and some of my dearest friends too, so it's not going to be easy. As always, all I can ask is that if you like what I do, please chuck a vote my way. Click HERE to cast your vote!  

If I win I'll record a video of me performing a victory dance, complete with leg warmers and leotard to It's Raining Men, how's about that? (I might just do that anyway for shits and giggles)



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