Statement jewellery is the perfect way to give your outfit that 'Wow Factor'.
One of my own signature styles is to team a chic little black dress with a bold necklace, creating a dramatic, eye-catching look that is guaranteed to turn heads.
Statement jewellery doesn't have to cost the earth either and unlike fine jewellery you can regularly find stand out statement necklaces for £50 or less.
How sisterly are you. Really? Do you share those 'Be Kind & Be Brave' Pinterest posts then forget to practice what you preach?
I wanted to share my sister code with you so you can 'check yourself before you wreck yourself'- and potentially your relationships.
I don't fall for the 'I don't like Valentine's Day because it's too commercialised' kind of statements-I fittingly love, LOVE, LOVE it! Why? Because it's a day to celebrate love whether that's romantic or otherwise and no one can have too much love (or red roses) can they?!
I've pondered a while whether I should write this post, air my views and explore a subject that frankly, needs more airing and exploring. A grey area I've shied away from writing. For fear of being judged, of being considered 'too white' to have experienced racism, for fear of not being taken seriously.
As much as I love family holidays together, travelling with kids can be, well...a bit of a nightmare!
Packing for the whole family can become a full blown military operation ( I start 2 weeks before the holiday, yes really)- while flying with young kids (my own are worse on short than long haul-go figure?) can frankly, induce fine lines and grey hair by arrival.
Thank goodness for Elizabeth Arden 8 hour cream pre and during flights, and in-seat yoga (and breathe)!
Seriously though, to avoid the headache, travelling by Eurostar with kids is far less hassle than flying when travelling to mainland Europe.
So today I popped over to one of my all-time favourite blogs, The Joy Chaser, written by my good pal Michelle, who never fails to inspire and spread joy through her words-and this post of her's HERE stopped me in my tracks and reminded me of the importance of fighting our fears.
Let me start off by stating this post applies to Dads too, it's just 'Father Hustler' doesn't sound as cool as Mother Hustler and you know Mama's got some street cred going on right here so let's stick with it (ha, as if).
My brother and his fiancée have recently had a beautiful bouncing baby boy Zachary, and we've been excitingly chatting about his first holiday next year.
Every mother will suffer from the dreaded cringe-worthy 'mum guilt' at some point in their lives, as will fathers, making parental guilt something we all seem to wrestle with.
Guilt, we all get it, it's inevitable, part and parcel of being a parent but it doesn't need to eat you up, consume you whole and make you feel totally BAD rather BAD-ASS.
