Thoughts you have in LUSH




I can’t see it but I can smell it. Nose, guide me to heaven.

Okay. I have to stay focused this time. I’m just going to get the essentials: a cleanser, a scrub…and maybe like one bath bomb. But that's it.

OOOOH they have the new Father's Day collection out. I mean, it's limited edition so I should deffo go and look. For Dad, obviously.

It’s like a pyramid but made out of bath bombs. Who needs Egypt when you can get to Kingston on the 72 bus?

The Mooncup will change your period and life

Let's all put our big girl pants on, because we're going to be talking about periods. Again.

I won't blame you if you've never heard of the Mooncup before. As I mentioned in my last ranty post about periods and what we're not taught, there's a distinct lack of them in the widespread media and sexual education. Honestly, I only know about these majestic silicon lovelies because I follow the right kind of people on social media. The kind of people that are more than willing to discuss vaginas and saving the planet all in one breath. If you don't have those kinds of people filling up your twitter feed, I would definitely recommend you follow some.

Anyway, I digress. Today I want to talk about why I think everybody should try menstrual cups as an alternative to pads and tampons. "But what's a menstrual cup, Beth?" I hear you cry. Well, I'm glad you asked, my internet chum. Menstrual cups are small cups (obviously) that are made of medical grade silicone and are inserted into the vagina to catch any blood during your period. They have teeny tiny holes in the lip of the cup to form suction once inside, in order to avoid leaks. I know, it looks a bit scary. But just trust me with this one.


Things that the first year of university taught me

Back in September I left home, moved to London and began this massive adventure called Uni. I didn't feel prepared in the slightest (despite the hours spent reading articles online about Fresher's Week and the agonising decisions regarding which crockery set to buy). And honestly, I kind of wasn't. I don't think anybody is truly ready for university.  I learnt more in the first week of higher education, before lessons had even started, than I had in my two years of Sixth Form. It was definitely an experience.

Over the year, the lessons just kept on coming. I mean, yeah, I learnt I hell of a lot about Shakespeare and about how to write an essay that was actually kind of good. But those are all sort of minor in comparison to the things living alone taught me about life, people and myself.



What to do when you lose yourself

I've felt a bit lost recently. A bit like my purpose disappeared the moment I handed in my final assignment for First Year at uni. I thought I would be elated ('No more essays until September, baby!') , but in reality I was just left feeling unsure about what life would mean without the ever looming presence of Turnitin. It's not like I have to read three books a week anymore and then write 2000 words on how physical space is used to depict power. And yes, that was an actual question I had to answer.

I feel like it's probably something we all experience at some point. Life just means that you lose yourself from time to time amongst the madness. But it's okay because you can always find yourself again. It just might take a bit of time.


7 things to remember as summer approaches

Summer is my favouite season for two reasons. 1. Sunshine makes everything better, and 2. you don't spend 70% of your day hoisting the crotch of your Primark tights up. That's a pretty win-win situation if you ask me. Now, I don't want to speak too soon, but the rain has become slightly less heavy recently, right? I feel like summer is just around the corner for us Brits. As I said before, I've seen the signs, dodgy tan lines and all.

Since a visit from the sun is such a rare occasion for us Brits, I've taken the liberty of making a list of things you need to remember as summer emerges from its way too deep sleep. You're welcome. 

12 things it's totally okay to buy as a blogger

Theoretically, blogging is probably on the cheaper end of the hobby spectrum. All you need is access to the internet and some ideas that you want to share with the world. It's not like it's the monetary equivalent of being a member of a premier whisky tasting club, that have a biannual yacht trip to Monaco. You can blog from the comfort of your Primark duvet, with your purse on the other side of the room. I can practically hear my bank account thanking me.

Of course, that's only in theory. Once you add in the fact that blogging goes hand in hand with scrolling through a lot of beautiful Instagram flat lays...well, let's just say it becomes a hell of a lot harder not to buy that rose gold phone case. It's not rare to hear us justify a rather hefty chunk of money leaving our student loan with the statement "But I absolutely need this for a blog post!" Yes, the word "need" may seem tenuous to some when used in regards to sparkly washi tape. But they wouldn't understand, they're not a blogger.


What they didn't teach us about our periods

I've already told you how woefully inadequate I consider the British education system to be, on account of the fact that I can tell you a hell of a lot about the structure of a triangle but had to self-teach myself the basics of how to be a functioning adult. I won't harp on about that. Today I want to talk more specifically about 'sexual education' in England. Even more specifically, I want to talk about our periods and what we're not taught in schools.