Saturday, 27 October 2018


My name's Grace. 

I don't ship Rory or Lorelai with any of their respective boyfriends any more, I am really feeling the moon lately, I think ‘The Good Place’ is a unique and genius creation, I’m almost finished catching up on the ‘Gilmore Guys’ podcast and idk what I’ll do when it’s over, living in a flat all alone is my dream, a typical shopping spree for me is going nuts all up in the Ohh Deer sale, waiting on invoices sucks so hard, developing inappropriate crushes is my super power, it’s finally whisky weather again and I am here for it, I only give a tiny percentage of a sh*t about Halloween but I am really excited for a ‘proper’ Christmas this year. 

Only one of my eyebrows currently works, but people assure me they don't notice. I have had 5 major surgeries in 4 years, and I'm just about done.  

Wednesday, 24 October 2018

'Dein Perry's Tap Dogs'; a review.

Oh hey, my theatre-loving babes! I am BACK!

That’s right, this gal is once again hitting the big smoke’s most fabulous theatres to see some shows and review the sh*t outta them. And we’re starting with a bang – or rather, a series of bangs, taps, slams and snaps – because the other night I was lucky enough to catch ‘Tap Dogs’ just as it landed in the Peacock Theatre!

(Photo: Peacock Theatre)

Tuesday, 16 October 2018

What I got up to in recovery...

I was once again blessed with a sweet bit of recovery time recently, and when I wasn’t asleep or in horrendous pain, I got a lot done while also relaxing to the max. Here are some of my accomplishments while I was healing after my reconstruction… and I promise they get better the further you scroll… 

(Photo: Erin Veness)
(dress and earrings from JOY)

Saturday, 13 October 2018

You playin'?

Funny story, that’s really not that funny – I actually began writing this blog post in the summer last year, and have had the document sitting on my desktop, staring at me accusingly, ever since. The truth is, the urge that inspired me to write it I couldn’t hang on to, because it was so toxic and sent me into a horrible spiral. 

There has been a lot of scandal in the news in the past year, to say the least. In fact, I think the more appropriate term would be ‘a sh*t ton’. Obviously there have been a great deal of women bravely speaking out about being wronged by powerful perverted men, hideous accusations hurled around the House of Commons, and even more pay gap shockers (seriously, folks. It’s 2018. Whut?). I have felt moved by all of these things, in good ways and in bad. However, for some reason, it’s a very silly and much littler thing that’s reignited my need to write this post… 

Thursday, 11 October 2018

'Summoning her'; a creative piece.

I saw a tweet doing the rounds recently (lol, I think this is the twelfth blog post I’ve started with that little phrase) which read something like: ‘what 5 items would people have to get together in a circle to summon you?’

I took no time at all to answer with a < 280 character list, but it really felt like a creative prompt, much like my beloved ‘642 Things to Write About’ books. So, here’s a little creative piece to go with it… 

(Photo: Erin Veness)

Thursday, 4 October 2018

'Dear John: The Road to Pelindaba', by Jeff Osment; a mini review and excerpt!

Here’s something you may not have known about the mega rad brand Lush… they publish books!? And if you follow me on socials, I’m sure you’re aware they frequently host epic Lush book club events in their Soho HQ, yes? Ughh, I love those evenings. See you at the next one, maybe? 

Lush also have a record label, and are making waves right now with their new cosmetics range, as well as their new naked packaging projects. Basically, they’re kicking butt in all kinds of areas. But in this particular post, I’ll be focusing on their bookish endeavours… one in particular.

'Dear John – The Road to Pelindaba' by Jeff Osment is the incredible tale of Mark Constantine OBE, Co-Founder of Lush, and his long-lost father. Read on to get a glimpse of the amazing story... 

Monday, 1 October 2018

The 8 books I will always keep.

I’m a hoarder. I have realised this for the millionth time today, after clearing out all the boxes under my bed for the first time in years (I managed to condense six down to one!? Yay me!), and finding all sorts of trinkets and mementos that really, looking at them now, I needn’t have kept but simply couldn’t let go…

However, I will always be particularly ruthless when it comes to my book collection. I clear out my bookcase regularly, plucking novels and non fics out of my rainbow that I am sure I won’t re-read, or have never got round to reading and don’t feel I ever will. I then offer friends their picks from my piles of old proofs, and have recently started donating bags of books to my secondary school library (giving the teachers first dibs, obvs).

There are books I will always keep, though. If they’re signed by their authors, exclusive special editions or perhaps even ones I had something to do with (more on those later)… and if I’ve come across them at important times in my life. Here are a few of the books I can never part with… 
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