f*ck boys 101 (Part one)

DISCLAIMER – Mum, read this if you dare but please don’t let Dad… This is not a generalisation as I am very aware that not all guys are like this and, in fact, the majority of them are lovely. Since this little lapse in judgement I have (thank heavens) met some very lovely guys on my dating endeavours! This is just a rant that I felt like sharing beyond my gals group chat for no reason in particular.

As a 23 (24 in less than 4 weeks people) year old, relatively normal gal, living in London, it’s a given that I have either Tinder or Bumble downloaded… and it is even more inevitable that I have an array of hilariously laughable date stories I can’t not share with you all. Ok… some of them actually aren’t that funny; some of them are just plain mean but unfortunately, as I have very very VERY slowly learnt (much to the misery of my friends who have probably given me the same advice after each dating story ends in a similar fashion) that’s life… but one guy will surprise me! When it comes to dating in London you just have to take it on the chin and realise that it really isn’t something to take personally. But if you do take it personally, which trust me I do each and every time, before I swiftly check myself and repeat the mantra that I’m a bloody delight and any man would be lucky to have me… please know that you’re not alone AT ALL. We’ve all been fucked over, we’ve all fucked over someone and I think it is about time we all start being a lot nicer to our fellow humans.

So, as the story concluded in the form of the ‘final message’ a while ago, and I was texting my bestie like ‘I really want to write a blog about this’ and she almost instantly replied (unlike nearly all the boys I’ve text) ‘DO ITTTT!! And say about my guy too!!’ Yep… the same thing happened to her. Now, I have enough confidence and pride in my appearance to say that I know what I, and my friend, are worth… and it is a HELLA lot more than what these boys could offer us, hence why I know I can write this post without feeling ashamed/embarrassed/scared. We are all worth, gals and guys, so much, but we end up putting ourselves down and lowering our own expectations because we think what we’ve had previously from relationships is all we’re ever GOING to get. And it is about time I remind myself (and hopefully in the process remind anyone reading this) that it really isn’t – the grass believe it or not is greener (still waiting to hop over my allocated metaphorical fence and land on said grass) and there are men and women out there who won’t treat you like a piece of poop. I promise!

Let’s begin…

Picture this – I have matched with Mr Shitty Fitty (his name henceforth) on a dating app (if Bumble is your app of choice girls be prepared to come up with something original and witty because this app has given guys the power to just completely ignore any “Hey, how are yous” that they get)… and convo is flowinggggg, it’s going really well and we agree to switch numbers so that the convo continues on Whatsapp (also the devil). The chat gets flirtier and flirtier (all fun and games) and it was pretty clear we were going to get on in real life. So we met for a coffee, had a lovely chitchat, both recognised how sexually attracted we both were to each other and went our separate ways as he had an evening shift. He was a complete gentleman on the surface and, as the flirty chats continued after the first date, it became increasingly clear that sex was on the cards, which again, I was fine with. I wanted to. I haven’t really toyed with the idea of ‘friends with benefits’ properly before as I’ve watched too many silly romcoms that proves that theory perfectly, but I told myself that if I went into it knowing it was just going to be a sex thing, then having a bit of fun for a few weeks with a fit guy who I got on well with would be just that… fun!! So that is what I told myself, just sex, just fun.

So… a second date was arranged.

 

… and part two will grace your screens tomorrow evening. It was too long to publish as one post! So if you care enough to find out what happens (and you can probably tell by the title of this post) then come back tomorrow (:

vegan recipes | vegetable and quinoa stuffed peppers

I have another super easy recipe for you all (Y) Funnily enough when I rang my dad the evening I was making this turns out mum and him were having the same thing, spooky ey?

Anyway, this is my made up completely hit and miss recipe for stuffed peppers. They were scrummy and I had them with a side of sweet potato mash :)

So, you will need:

  • 2 bell peppers (size dependent on hunger levels)
  • half a red onion
  • 1 clove of garlic
  • 3 mushrooms
  • half a carton of tomato pasata
  • half a packet of microwavable quinao and rice (you can be fancy and cook it yourself from scratch but this is so much quicker)
  • salt, pepper and mixed herbs to taste

Before you even start cooking pre-heat your oven to 200 degrees C ready to soften your peppers.

  1. Cut of the top of the pepper and scoop it’s insides out. Just cut enough off to be able to stuff the entire pepper.
  2. Chop the onions, mushrooms and garlic into small pieces. I used coconut oil to fry it all off until soft.
  3. Once soft, pour in the pasata and stir in until mixed in. You can use chopped tomatoes or tomato puree but I thin the pasata acts as a good sauce and glues it all together.
  4. Cook your quinao packet in the microwave for specified time. Once cooked just pour half (or more if needed) into the mixture and combine.
  5. Take your peppers out of the oven after around 20 mins. They should be half cooked so that when you stuff them and bake again they turn out perfect.
  6. Spoon the mix into the peppers. I then topped them with some grated vegan cheese coz I love it haha.
  7. Bake for a further 15 mins until the top crispens. Sometimes the peppers don’t always stand up by themselves so try using some scrunched up tin foil as a wall for them to lean against or just lean them against each other.

Serve with whatever takes ya fancy and enjoy :)

afterlight

Let’s try again – 2000 and whatever

Anyone else feel like they need another Christmas? I don’t go back to work until Thursday and the thought of that is already too much to comprehend right now.

I write this from bed, in my parents house, poorly :(. What are the chances that when I take time off I miraculously end up ill – I would say karmas a bitch but I don’t think I’ve done anything to deserve said karma (unless the constant alcohol and junk food consumption over the past 2 weeks counts… then fair enough) 

I haven’t written anything for a while (soz). I’ve wanted to! I’ve had loads of ideas that I’m going to attempt to get at least all started today and then schedule them (see that 2017 organisational bug has clearly infected me also). I also have a  load of other stuff I want to do – so I’m very grateful for a couple of extra days off.

The first of these I have semi-started this morning. 

Freelancing.

I’ve been trawling through google searches trying to work out how to become a successful freelancer and have actually come across a pretty helpful one which suggests ‘Cold-Pitching’. Intrigued? I was… it basically requires you emailing smaller websites who may or may not be completely social media savvy to offer your services.

Now… social media is my second language, not only with my social life but a large chunk of my uni education was focused on how social media can be used to help businesses… I was even a Social Media and Digital Marketint Intern at one point(!)

Over Christmas family friends tend to ask you what you’ve been up to recently and when I tell them I’m a Copywriter they tend to look at me blankly in the hope I continue to explain, which of course I do, probably too much (I mean come on… it’s me)

After my explanation finishes I see I’m quickly losing my audiences attention. So, I therefore continue with my next go-to spiel that consists of ‘it’s just a foot in the door job’ or ‘they’re a great company to work for and work my way up in’ or, my favourite one, ‘I want to be a writer so having my first grad job title as copywriter is pretty alright’.

And it is. I want nothing more than to say that writing is my profession. At the moment it’s my hobby – something I do because I love it that I eventually dream will turn into my career. 

And surely the start of a new year is the best time to engage the butt gears and get moving!

So…

After writing this (and the other posts I want to schedule) I will be applying for the some prestigious grad schemes, signing myself up for freelance job board ad websites things (I promise I know what I’m doing haha) and trying to get this ball rolling on what I call my future career. 

I know I’m just a graduate, but I was talking to an old friend yesterday and I heard myself saying that I didn’t want to lose sight of what I really want to do – now, I know I’m strong willed enough to ensure I keep myself on track… but if I don’t do enough to actually get myself there… well, no one else is gonna do it for me are they? 

(Also, cringe side note – thank you so much to everyone who follows, likes and comments on my post. I absolutely love and appreciate it all and can’t wait for what 2017 holds for this little blog)

Happy New Year xox

London diaries | 3 years (ish) of blogging |

WordPress notified me a few days ago that I have been blogging for 3 years… what?! That’s mad. But very appropriate timing I reckon, as recently I’ve been flooded with ideas, so much so I’m pre-writing things and then scheduling them for later on in the week.

I love that I have ideas and that I can just put fingers to keyboard and blurt it all out. People say how easy my writing is to read (thanks hehe) and thats because I literally write as I’d speak. I speak wayyyy to quickly so this is a good way for me to slow it all down and actually get my thoughts and opinions down on paper.

Anyway, in a bid to step away from some of the more serious posts I’ve published recently I thought it would be a giggle to have a look at some of my older posts.

I’ve done over 100 posts and I still remember when I first decided to start this blog. I was sat in my first year room and remember telling Immy (one of my now and then best blonde, she’s gonna love me for saying this, queen bae friend) and she was helping me think of a name.

I wanted to have some kind of reference to my hair colour in there as my ginger hair is something I love about myself. I also, when I first started, wanted it to be a full on fashion blog (little did I know that I’d find myself writing nearly 1000 word posts every week) where I’d show off my outfits and try and gain a huge following.

Oh how wrong I was. I was so obsessed with wanting to be just like any other fashion blog that I focused on just clothes a lot – but then came the internship and LFW and clearly (looking back on my posts) other things inspired me and I’m proud to say my past self quickly veerd away from that image and started writing about a tonne different stuff, go past me!!

… anyway, we came up with auburngirloverdressed. I recently changed this name to ThreadHead Meg, to match my YouTube channel (another venture I really should get back into but would rather write instead). So, who knows, in a year or so I may change it again… we’ll see.

So, my first post was an OOTD (lol) Those of you who follow me on Instagram know I regularly post what I’m wearing, mainly because I think I look damn good and feel like showing it off. But my actual first written post was this…

‘The aim of this is to document my thoughts, what I do and my outfits (on days when I actually think my outfit is worth photographing). Just anything in general I feel is worth sharing with you lovely people! Be kind :)’

I’m actually really glad that my entire writing style and reason for writing this blog has stayed the same – I do document my thoughts and I do share things I feel are worth sharing.

And I’ve come so far since that first post. Firstly, this is the longest I’ve gone where I’ve continually posted a lot. And this is the most traffic I’ve had as well, apart from over fashion week where I was reviewing the collections – something I really want to do again. Think I might look into freelancing for a magazine next season as that will add something slightly different to my portfolio.

I plan on keeping the format of this blog the same – chilled, laid back and a place where I can freely share my ideas about stuff I care about.

Thanks everyone who reads these and leaves me feedback – its gr8 and I love it

Also, if you guys have something to say that you feel like writing down… blog about it! Its fun!

Like this little cutie, this is her first blog and what she has to say is v important, go rubes (Y)

Peace and love xxx

London diaries | too many ideas and new opportunities |

Are we sure it’s actually November?! I’m one of those people who is far too interested in talking about the variations of weather and how outrageous it is that I’m not wearing multiple layers walking to work… I didn’t even have my coat done up. Madness

I also love noticing different petrol prices in different places, much to the amusement of my parents who I haven’t been able to wow with any London petrol knowledge as I a) don’t live near a petrol station and b) don’t have access to a car.

What an interesting start to this post ey?! Haha apologies.

Onto some exciting news :D I don’t tend to use instagram for messaging – I occasionally receive spam and my brothers gf sends me super yummy vegan treats… apart from that it’s not a messaging service I regularly check. But, the other day I had a message from a website called My Trending Stories asking me if I’d like to contribute articles! Pretty cool right??!!?! Very cool in my opinion.

My lovely Mumma was in London over the weekend and told me how much she loved my article about anxiety. She said she finds my writing style really easy to read and just loves reading them basically… and when I told her about this, apart from being as excited as me she said ‘as nice as it is to hear your mum tell you how great you are it must so amazing to hear it from someone else’. And, as usual, she’s very right!

The message was so humbling and so refreshing and a nice change. Those of you who have followed me from the beginning of this blogging thing know that I have freelanced for a number of magazines (Sant, PETRIe Inventory and Fashion Angel) and websites but they have always been things I have personally sought after, applied for and been accepted for. Never have I actually ever been approached and asked to write an article of my choice because someone loves my work and style.

Just because I’m so proud of myself and feel like boasting a bit (and this is my blog so I can kinda say whatever I like hehe) here’s the message they sent me:

‘Your writing abilities and ability to engage readers is a remarkable and very rare asset in this days and age oversaturated blooding community’

As if someone actually thinks I’m that good?! It’s mad.

Since working for New Look and being settled in my first job, I was worried (in a way) that my dream of becoming a writer was quite far away – that I’d have to stay in jobs that weren’t my absolute passion until I caught my ‘big break‘ (Joey Tribianni). Luckily, my copywriter role is a fantastic foot in the door as I’m not only writing on a daily basis, but I’m making contacts within an amazing fashion brand I know I want to continue working for, if they’ll have me haha, for many years.

So I’m just going to take every opportunity thrown at me with both hands and take full advantage until I somehow ‘make it’, whatever that means.

I have no idea what I’ll end up doing but knowing that my writing is actually being recognised as good and interesting enough for people to want to read and share, definitely gives me a confidence boost and reminds me why I love doing, well… this.

Writing. Whether it’s these London diaries posts or my more slightly serious posts about things going on the world I feel inspired by – I love it all and I, unless all my fingers and toes fall off, will not stop doing so.

Watch this space ;)

Peace and love xxx