I’ve always suited red, according to my mum. She also says I suit anything ‘sporty’, which is ironic because I’ve been known to wear gym leggings to go to Pizza Hut, so we’ll gloss over that.

Red is one of my absolute favourite colours to wear: it’s a lovely happy bright pop of colour (my personal favourite hue is red-pepper red, just fyi) that works with literally EVERY neutral you could ever wish for. Red and white? Cute 90s American teen. Red and black? Super cool sophisticated ladybird. Red and denim? Literally the prettiest combination ever.

I’ve never been brave enough to go ALL OUT, though, til this lil’ beauty came along. It’s red. It’s lace. It makes me feel a little bit like a very sassy ballerina with the most flattering sleeves ever to protect the world from my very pale and larger-than-average upper arms. It’s from Simply Be’s Partywear Collection (which I browse adoringly despite last being invited to a party when I was about nine).

The dress has layers, which is great for a) hiding any tummy insecurities you might have (even though tummies are literally THE cutest and you should be proud of your lil’ tum and show it off at every available opportunity), and b) twirling round and feeling like an actual fire princess. The lace detail is SO pretty – all floral and intricate but nice and soft so you’re not getting all itchy (this is an important feature for me as I once had THE prettiest little lace cardi which felt like I was wearing a sandpaper poncho).

You get a cheeky little flattering flash of skin at the top of the dress without having to bung on a pushup bra (in fact, you can easily go braless in this dress, ’cause who’s got time to strap yourself in before you go out? The lace detail on the sleeves is SO flipping pretty – and I think looks lovely with my pale skin (imagine a paint chart – I’m literally skirting-board-white-gloss pale), but would look beautiful with a tan too.

Now for the serious stuff – except it’s me writing, so it’ll be serious but also have lots of really long sentences, brackets and sarcasm. I’ve been having a MAJOR confidence wobble in 2018. I started trying to tone up, lose a little excess weight and feel comfortable and at home in my body again, instead of seeing it as the enemy in the mirror wearing Pokemon pyjamas. I suddenly felt that I wasn’t good enough – and that applied to every single area of my life. I was struggling at work, with blogging (which took a back seat so far away it’ll be on a beach in Australia by now), with my appearance and with my health in general. So I took a little step back.

Red is really a powerful colour. It’s a don’t-mess-with-me colour; a capable colour. You can’t blend in when you wear red (unless you’re in the World Museum of Red, which doesn’t exist and I should never have written this sentence because it’s very silly, and I apologise).

I’m starting to express myself through fashion more. I wore black leggings and varying giant sloppy jumpers every day through college (mainly because my then-boyfriend told me I looked scruffy and he didn’t want me wearing them any more, so I wore them every single day as an act of protest). I started to only buy clothes if they were two sizes too big, and black. Now I vary from looking like a pastel fairy (this is a girl who went out IN PUBLIC in a baby pink pinafore dress, white turtleneck and a pink coat and felt like a flippin’ angel baby), to one of those really cool girls on Pinterest with big messy buns and interesting hemlines. I’m still finding out what MY style is going to be – but I know my wardrobe is going to include a heck of a lot of red.

What’s your powerful colour? Do you have an item of clothing that makes you feel amazing and powerful and essentially like the massive queen you are? Let me know! Hit me up on Twitter @little_budget and let’s have a chat.

Huge thanks to the lovely people at Simply Be for this dress – it’s so beautiful and PERFECT for my first Valentine’s Day with my new boyfriend (who hasn’t seen the dress yet and I’m hoping he won’t see the post ’cause you know, ya girl needs to knock him out with a LRD, right? That’s Little Red Dress. As opposed to Little Black Dress. See what I did there? Yeah? Okay. Bye!



In Amber’s 10 months of life, she’s learned how to sit, shake my hand with her tiny little sharp-clawed paw, spin round like a Beyblade (remember those bad boys?!), give me a high five, and managed to eat about 90% of my underwear drawer.

She’s made tentative friends with my house bunnies. Actually, that’s a lie – she’s made friends with Paul (yes, my rabbit is called Paul and he’s a right dapper little gent) but Piper (Paul’s wife and the second most grumpy bun in the world – first place goes to my parents’ rabbit Pixie who I’m convinced in Ghengis Khan reincarnate) can’t stand her and puffs up all fat and fluffy, which is entertaining to watch but maybe not the most peaceful scenario to be carried out in my living room.

When I brought Amber home, she was the tiniest, squishiest, roll-iest (not a word, but this girl had serious chub rolls) puppy I had ever seen. Her little ears folded over like teeny burritos. She was a little angel in chihuahua-staffy form (yes, that’s her actual breed. “How did that happen?” I hear you cry. Not even a baby gate could separate her parents. True love). Her little legs were so stubby she could barely walk – she tumbled through the first few weeks of her forever home.

I bought her a crate – which she sat in for twenty seconds, peed in, and hopped out. She slept in my arms the first night – and has done so every single night since, with surprisingly minimal accidents (apart from the time she ate some couscous and things happened).

Then she got a little bigger and I could take her for walks! Her true contrary nature comes out in full force when her harness goes on – this little one refuses to walk in the rain. She just stops and looks at me as if to say, “are you ACTUALLY kidding”.

As she got bigger, so did her attitude. I shriek “Oh for the love of god Amber!” at least thirteen times a day as she deliberately lures me in with her bulgy little bong eyes only to bite my nose off. The nibbling is another thing. Dear LORD this girl and her teeth. She’s developed a charming habit of nipping my hands when she’s excited, something I’m desperately trying to train out of her (with lots of “gentle teeth! Gentle teeth!” as if she actually knows what I’m talking about).

I wouldn’t change her for the world – she’s ridiculous and chaotic, but then so am I, a little bit. She makes me go outside (but barks at me if I wear a hat, ’cause she doesn’t like hats) and we play fetch or go for a jog (read: she jogs, I walk behind her toting some poo bags).

Getting a puppy was a huge decision. I knew she would be a LOT of responsibility, but what I didn’t expect was the amount she would change my life. I became one of those dog parents – Amber went to Puppy Parties, went for Puppy Grooms; had Puppy Portraits taken.

She’s clever, but also REALLY stupid. This little one can pick up tricks no bother whatsoever (and won first place at an RSPCA dog show in ‘Best Trick’! This story is less impressive when I let you in on the fact that she was the only dog that entered that category…) but she also can’t quite navigate stairs. She can walk off her lead no bother but somehow manages to get tangled up in my pyjamas in the middle of the night and cries until I sort out her little blanket nest and pop her back into it. She sleeps with her head on the pillow next to me like a little furry human with really bad breath.

Sorry for the puppy spam, but really, Amber is like my little baby. My little baby who wees in the garden.

Have you got any pets? What have you learned from them? Hit me up on twitter @little_budget and let’s share animal photos because honestly, I’ll probably cry and steal your pets. Speak soon!


Hey, hi, hello! It’s 2018 and as always I’ve made a lovely lil’ list of resolutions that I probably will give up on mid-February. 2018 is shaping up to be a bloody stressful year – I’m supposed to be finishing my Masters, working 3 part-time jobs, and trying desperately to train my dog to STOP chewing my dirty clothes in the laundry basket. But I’m also looking forward to working on my blog – you can check out my specific blogging goals for 2018 here! – decorating my house, going on adventures with my wonderful new boyfriend and getting my #girlboss on.

Without further ado, here are a handful of my resolutions for the new year. Let’s hope it’s a good’un.

  1. Take time for myself. Working so much and violently procrastinating from doing my Masters assignments means I very rarely actually sit down and breeeathe. I’m going to be reading more – my top 5 books EVER feature in their own lil’ post if you’re interested – and watching more documentaries (“Tyke: Elephant Outlaw” broke my heart and I regret watching “Cropsey” at night time).
  2. Feel in control of my body. A delicious combination of stress-eating and anti-depressants has turned my body into a stranger. This year I’m starting a Slimfast journey (it’s the only weight-loss aid I’ve tried that actually works and doesn’t make me feel like curling up by the toilet); stretch every day so I feel stronger and stretchier like a really good hair bobble, and start ballet classes.
  3. Sort out my house. I moved in over a year ago, but my house is still a funny mix of ‘me’ (pastels, lots and lots of bright white furniture) and ‘the guy who owned the house before me’ (terrible DIY jobs, mysterious wires, really ugly blue carpet). I’m sick of closing my curtains so I don’t have to look at The Worlds’ Ugliest Garden (mine), and I genuinely didn’t let James into the spare room until I forgot to close the door one day. I’m honestly surprised he didn’t ring 999. I’m going to set aside an hour a day to keep on top of tidying and cleaning (ya girl has house bunnies, and they like to throw their hay around, because they’re wild).
  4. Pass my driving test. After spectacularly failing my first try (apparently I didn’t look in my mirrors once, which I find hard to believe but OKAY WHATEVER IT STILL HURTS OKAY?), I’m more than ready to get my Baby Driver on and whizz about in my own little car. Once I’ve passed my test I can’t wait for long drives and days out with my dog/boyfriend. That’s my dog OR my boyfriend. Not that my boyfriend is a dog.
  5. Go to Iceland! James and I have decided that this year we’re heading off to Iceland – I’ve never been abroad and am absolutely petrified of aeroplanes so to be honest, James will probably be holding my hand and/or my sick bag, but I’m sure it’ll be worth it when we get there. It’ll be such a special thing for us to experience that time together, so I’ll be working on keeping our relationship strong (I’ve already thrown up in his presence and proudly burped directly into his face and he hasn’t ran off screaming, so we’re doing well) and saving money (‘cause from what I’ve heard, Iceland is flipping expensive!).

Since drafting this post (’cause I’m organised as heck), I’ve made some pretty big decisions regarding this year. I’m suspending my studies because tbh it’s difficult enough remembering to brush my teeth and feed my dog every day, let alone bashing out 5000 words on the regular and not actually contemplating leaping out of the window and/or heavy-duty plagiarism (aka getting my mum to write the essays for me). That’s putting it lightly, of course – not really feeling the urge to share how difficult I’ve found my time at uni just yet, but if you’re interested in hearing about my experience, or are in the same boat – hope not, I hope you’re smashing it – let me know and I’ll scribble something down.

Hopefully this extra breathing room (which has already opened a metaphorical window for me; it’s literally like fresh air coming back into my life) will give me a lot more time to express myself online, so expect regular(!) new content and an overall happier Twitter feed with less misery and more dog selfies.

What are some of your resolutions? Do you make a big ol’ list at the start of the year like me? You probably all keep up with your resolutions as well, you load of smartie pants. Hit me up on Twitter @little_budget and tell me some goals – we’ll boss them together.


There’s honestly nothing I love more than snuggling up under my duvet with a book. Bonus brownie points if I have some sort of snack nearby (100 extra points if said snack is a bag of Cheesy Wotsits). I read my first book when I was about two and a half – no joke, this kid was OBSESSED with reading – and had bookwormed my way through the entirety of my primary school library by the time I hit Year 5. My teacher got fed up of me asking for new reading material that wasn’t Biff and Chip (remember those legends?!) and presented me a compilation edition of all three of the Lord of the Rings books.  “There you go,” she said, all smug. “That’ll take you a while.” Spoiler alert – it took me half a week.

I can still remember that book – it was emerald green and the back cover was coming off. Books have had such an impact on my life. When I was younger I escaped from the harrowing stress of 10-year-old life (my Neopet kept losing against that inflatable clown in the Battledome and I was NOT here for it) by burying my head in the latest Jacqueline Wilson. Now I’m 23 (good god), I escape from actual adult stresses by going to the nearest charity shop and bulk-buying as many books as I can carry. Any book can jump out at me, but while compiling this list it seems I love a classic ‘coming of age’, with as many dark twists as possible!

I tried to keep this list a little unusual – fingers crossed you can pick up one of my recommendations and find a new favourite! Let’s dive in.


  1. The Chocolate Money by Ashley Prentice Norton. I actually picked this book up in the Pound Shop, expecting it to be a casual, easy read to fill a few hours. It wasn’t – I was completely absorbed within the first two pages, and read the entire book in one sitting. Just a note – the book focuses on issues such as sex and abuse, so if that’s not something you’d like to read about, try another of my suggestions! The novel takes us through the childhood and teenagehood (teenagehood? Is that a word?) of Bettina, the daughter of distant, brutal heiress Babs, and we see how her uncomfortable childhood affects her in later life as she enrols in private school. The characters are SO intricate and detailed that they’ll stay with you for a very long time. The book is totally unflinching; very, very honest, and I guarantee you won’t be able to put it down if it’s your kind of thing.
  2. Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. Sorry to my fellow bookworms, but I actually watched the film version of Lolita before I read the book – it’s a gorgeous film, by the way, very dark and very uncomfortable but full of absolutely amazing performances. Obviously the undertones of Lolita (which features an illicit ‘relationship’ between a young girl and an older man) are not to everyone’s tastes, but it’s difficult to resist the acerbic and witty style of the narrative voice. I wrote about Lolita in a practise A-Level essay and was told off for including ‘inappropriate literature’. Soz, Miss – this book is a classic for a reason.
  3. The Luminous Life of Lilly Aphrodite by Beatrice Colin. I love this book so much I bought an extra copy when I saw it in a charity shop just in case I dropped my original copy in the bath or something (which is actually one of my biggest fears – can you IMAGINE dropping your fave book in your bath and it turning into a soggy bath bomb?!). It’s set in Berlin “at the turn of the twentieth century” (I’m embarrassed to admit that I copied that off the back of the book because I don’t actually know what date that is. I got an E in History). The book is a whirlwind, taking us with Lilly from childhood to a seemingly glamorous film career. She’s one of those characters who you want to make decisions for, and you just DIE when she makes the wrong ones.
  4. The End of Everything by Megan Abbott. I can’t give too much away about this one without ruining the book. It’s intense and heady and you’ll probably have to read it in one sitting because it’ll superglue itself into your hands. It tells the story of best friends Evie and Lizzie – and then Evie disappears. That’s all I’m saying! Read it & DM me on Twitter so we can talk about it.
  5. Prep by Curtis Sittenfeld. This book is a whole journey – it rekindled my love for reading after skimming through it one desperately boring afternoon, and yanked me right into the world of the story. It’s so interesting and detailed – following 14-year-old Lee as she discovers the unspoken social rules and rituals of her exclusive Massachusetts boarding school.

So what are your top 5? Have you read anything on my list? Got any recommendations? Sick of me asking questions? Okay. Sorry.



Happy December 1st, friends! As you’re reading this I’m probably stuffing my face with the strawberry cream chocolates that I jammed into my own advent calendar, because that’s what you do when you’re an adult and you buy an EMPTY advent calendar. I’m super motivated with my blog lately, which is just as well, ’cause it’s been going for three years now and I haven’t been offered even a hint of an LA Blogger Trip or an all-expenses-paid jaunt round Disneyland Paris. Rude.

I’m joking – of course! I love my little blog the way it is, sponsored posts or no sponsored posts; award-winning or not. But I’d love to give it a bit more welly in the New Year. Is that just a Northern thing, giving something ‘a bit more welly’? I feel like my Mum would say it. Essentially I’m going to kick my butt into gear and make 2018 the year my little blog discovers its superpowers. I wrote this post about my 2017 blogging goals (which I 100% cheated at and wrote in May…?) but it’s safe to say I’ve got new ideas and I’m ready to do some SERIOUS blogging. Just FYI – that’s blogging where I’m not in my bed, downing Pepsi Max Ginger (it’s UNREAL), wearing some iteration of pyjamas (ie my boyfriends sweatshirt, knickers that my dog has probably chewed, and odd socks) and eating Mint Poppets like they’re tictacs. Let’s move on, shall we?!


  1. I want to write about SO MANY new things! I’ve been in my new house for a year now (WHAT), and it’s still nowhere near finished – there’s one room solely for ‘stuff I don’t want to get rid of but have no idea where to put’; I’m scared to climb into the loft, and my dog ripped up half my kitchen lino. I want to add an interiors section to my blog – sharing my shambolic journey as I attempt to make my house a home. Give me a free afternoon and you’ll find me browsing eBay for vintage Disney Store merch, watching The Little Mermaid and snuggling under my Baymax blanket, so you better believe I’ll be adding a Disney section too! I’m a massive animal lover (this coming from the girl who once had 9 pet rats and is still a bit fuming that she never found another one so she could have a nice solid 10) so I’ll be sharing anecdotes and advice on my fluffy lil pets too!
  2. Inspired as ever by the fab and lovely and generally perfect Jemma, I want to start a happy little community on Twitter – and by the time this post is published I’ll have dipped my toes in the water of hosting my very own Twitter chat! #littlechat is going to be exactly that – a quick fire round of questions with a different topic each week. It’ll be on Monday nights at 9pm – the spot that left a hole in my heart after #sassybloggers disappeared off the face of the earth. Sob.
  3. Improve my photography. Photography is the bane of my actual life – I feel like I can whack out a blog post no problem, and then it comes to getting the perfect photo – you know the one: a blurry background, twinkly lil fairy lights, artfully arranged coffee in my prettiest mug balanced on my white bedding. I’ll let you in on a secret – my bedding has multicoloured llamas on it and there’s never not mascara on my pillows. I’ll be taking part in some photo-a-day challenges to up my photography game!
  4. I’ve always wanted to be a vlogger – the idea of talking to a camera doesn’t phase me as I talk to myself twenty four seven anyway. However, ya girl works 7 days a week and any downtime is used solely for cuddling James until I get beard hair in my eye/up my nose; snuggling my pets until I get pet fur in my eye/up my nose; or sleeping. So I’ll be taking full advantage of Instagram Stories – to share my hilariously messy life with you all without having to crack out Windows Movie Maker.
  5. I have so many life experiences that I want to share with you all, ranging from the sublime to the ridiculous. I mean, who wants to know what it’s like having 10+ pets? Or what I learned from being cheated on? I’ll be starting a new series – What I Learned – so I can have a little reflect and you can have a chuckle (even at the whole ‘cheated on’ thing – there was a flying frying pan involved).

So fingers crossed, and here’s to a productive New Year of littlebudget! What are some of your goals? Hit me up on twitter @little_budget and let me know!