This I promise will be a quick post, as opposed to my usual ramblings. If anything it's more of a question...

Does anyone else buy new clothes in preparation for a new hairstyle? Almost as if your transforming your whole image because you've decided to cut, colour or add to your hair. I do this almost every year when I go through my mandatory style meltdown that goes hand in hand with my career crisis.

I will buy clothes weeks in advance as I am in the process of doing now, in anticipation for my new coiffure. I won't wear these new clothes until my hair has been done but will buy excessive amounts of bargains, not knowing what my hair will actually look like.

Maybe this happens because each hairstyle I feel needs a different persona and some multiple personalities have the opportunity to come out and play. And believe me this happens a lot as I have a short attention span and get bored of my hair every few weeks. In the last 3 months alone I have had weave, braids and am now rocking a hot mess, in preparation for my big chop. For which I feel I have to dare to be bold.

Me now: Hot Mess

What I hope to become: Bald and Bold

Hi everyone out there in blogger land, this is your captain speaking. I joke, I joke.

Anyway 2015 is well underway with January being almost over but I thought I would do a post on new years resolutions anyway...because why not. So in all the previous 20 years of my life I have not been one to stick to any resolution I have made. "This year I'm gonna get fit" to "This year I'm gonna save money". Once again I am hoping this year will be different for a variety of reasons.

2015 is the year where I turn 21. When I was younger I always thought that 21 was the perfect age. I thought at 21 I would have a car, a nice income, a boyfriend, an awesome designer wardrobe blah blah blah. But alas my life has not worked out to be that way. I still have a few months to make that happen, but so far I am not on track. I failed my theory test by 3 points two years ago and haven't been behind the wheel of a car since. I have a very moderate income considering I am a student on an interns wage, thank God for that student loan. My non-existent love life has basically been lacking since I can remember. I have been on one date in the last two years, but that's a story for another time. And finally my designer wardrobe...well I have a few designer pieces in my wardrobe that have all been gifts from my dads very generous boss, but unfortunately aren't items that can be worn everyday. So my youthful ideas of what being 21 are like haven't come to fruition, but there is still hope.

Anyway the year of 2015 will be my year (I won't hold my breath). I didn't start of so well, so I decided my new year would started on the 18th of January. Which was great for me as it meant I had more time to eat all the chocolate, greasy kebabs and junk food I wanted. It also meant I had three extra weekends of sleeping all day watching movies on my laptop and only moving when I needed to pee. It got 2 and half weeks extra of being a skinny fat girl slob but something has got to change.

So starting from my new year I plan to get fit, so that I am no longer huffing and puffing for my entire 30min journey home after running for my train. I would like to save some money so that when I go to uni I am not completely broke. I would like to eat healthier, which is going to be super hard considering the relationship I have with cheese hmmmmm. And finally I would like to do something productive with my weekends rather then sleeping, even though I do love it.

How will achieve all these goals you ask (even if you haven't I will tell you anyway). 1 Fitness; thanks to my bargain hunting savvy I have  found a six week kickboxing class on Groupon for £58. £58 for six weeks you say,why yes I do and that includes 3x 1hour lessons a week and a grading at the end of the course in which I could potentially earn a white belt. To find out more please look out for my future kickboxing posts. 

2 Money; Has anyone else found that when you were younger you used to be really tight with money and as you got older you spend your money like your playing Monopoly? I have given myself a goal of saving £300 a month for the remainder of placement, but then I remember I love shopping so we will see how that goes. 

3 Healthy eating; Now I will be the first to acknowledge I will slip up in this area, I already have unless have 2 Twix's for breakfast is healthy, but I plan to start to juicing which you can read up on in future posts, and eating a lot more lean meats and veg like broccoli, just the thought scares me.

4 Productive weekends; Now this will be tricky because most of my hobbies involve money or being at home in my bed. Hopefully I can find a hobby that gets me out of bed in the morning and costs little to no money. I am open to suggestions...Please give me some ideas.

Okay I think I have bored you enough, but I hope you stop by again.

Hi Everyone and welcome to F.I.F. I'm your host Courtnie....

Anyway this post I hope is something that's relevant to a few of you out there, that's if anyone is actually reading this.

Ever since I was little I have gone through a crisis every year where I didn't know what I wanted to be and so I changed my career options every year. I would always have this panic about what I wanted to do, I just knew I wanted to be super successful and make loads of money. Over the years I wanted to be a singer, dancer, actor, athlete, film director, music director, script writer etc. The list is endless. The only reason I decided to study public relations is because my A-Level media teacher suggested it and I did some research, done a couple of placements and thought hmm I could do that.

But its that time of year again and I am questioning what I want to do with my future. In no world would I drop out of uni and its a little too late for me to change course but I do question whether a job in the PR world is for me. Don't get me wrong I have been loving my placement and the experiences and skills I have been available to develop because of it but do I see myself doing this everyday for the next 40-60 years of my life. I don't think I personally a massive fan of desk jobs, but that is mostly because I'm really lanky and my legs get cramped from sitting down for the majority of the day.

I think I would like to get into Fashion shoot and runway production. That way I can still use my PR skills, work in an industry I enjoy, I would have something new to do everyday and I can use my organisation to its fullest potential.

Even though I have this career meltdown once or twice every year, I know I don't really have to worry...yet. I think one of the reasons I get so scared is because when I was younger it was always drummed into me to work hard to get the grades to go to university, to get a job, to work my way up the career ladder. Now that I think about it, that path isn't for everyone, and maybe instead of shooting up the career ladder I can zig zag my way through so I can gain more experiences and find what it really is I love. I would love for my passion to also be the same thing that makes me money...too bad I'm not Beyonce.

Maybe it's time I took the advice I give to my friends and apply it to myself. Your 20's are your selfish years. so be selfish and focus on you. Find what you like and dislike. Make friends and travel the world. You have your whole life ahead of you...Okay so soppy moment over, but I think if I do follow that mantra then I can dismiss my five year and ten year plan and instead just see where I land and be all the more happier for it.

Let me know if you've ever felt the same.

For now Adios...but don't be a stranger.

Howdy!!!

So this blog post I hope will be interesting...As I mentioned on a previous post I recently started a kickboxing class that lasts for 6 weeks including 3x1hour lessons a week. I was fortunate to find this class on Groupon for £58 (Yay for cheap thrills). Besides the awesomely low price the other reasons I decided to start kickboxing, include it being close to work meaning I have no excuses no to go. It gets me out of bed on Saturday and I get the opportunity to be graded at the end of the 6 weeks which I could potentially be a white belt and soon on my way to kicking asses and taking names. For now though that's a long long way away and as this blog post suggests at the moment kick boxing is kicking my ass.

I had my first lesson on Monday, and let me tell you I have never sweated so hard in my life and that was just after the 10 minute warmup. I who have no current level of fitness and don't believe in the gym, finding it to be some masochistic self torture chamber that people pay to attend, was sweating after the first set of star jumps. But thats okay, I have been ensured as the weeks go on I will improve. So here's to hoping. The first lesson was awesome and we learnt the left straight punch , right jab, front kick and probably the most important tool...ducking. Now I personally believe I'm a lover not a fighter (yeah right) but if I were in a real fight I probably would just try and avoid being hit all costs. Anyway the class was really good and a great way to meet other like minded people all with the hopes of getting fit in the new year. The only thing I could have done without are the push ups of which I only managed about one , and even then I'm not even sure if that counted.

Lesson two took place on Wednesday and by this time my body was in pure agony begging to be relieved. It hurt to stand up, it hurt to sit down, and now you know why I don't believe in paying a monthly membership for this. At least with the pain I'm feeling it came at a discount, but on wards and upwards. Lesson 2 consisted of another exhausting warm up, this time with added elements such as burpees which I was in no way ready for, leg swings and a whole bunch of other stuff. Tiring, yes. Worth it, oh yes. By the end of Lesson 2, I had added on to my ever expanding skill set a left hook and roundhouse kick. I think part of me is just itching to get in a fight now to show my new fighting skills, how effective they would be, I don't know. By the end of lesson two the pain in my body started to ease up and I felt like I could take on the world.

Lesson three and the final lesson of the week took place on Saturday, and was not what I expected. The class numbers diminished significantly, but I guess most people have actual plans on a Saturday unlike me but I guess it worked in my favour as there was more opportunity for the multiple instructors to tell me everything I was doing wrong. Now I might sound ungrateful, and truly I'm not, but there's only so many times you can tell me to lift my leg higher, push myself harder when I feel about ready to collapse. No new moves learnt but I do believe I have mastered the burpee...still have to perfect those lunge jumps and squat jumps though.

It's now late Sunday evening and I am raring to go for the next 5 weeks. Who know I might even take up doing burpees at home. In the meantime I hope to keep you updated...that is if you actually care

Auf Wiedersehen

Wasssssssssup

Now this is probably something of a recurring theme, and I did mention this in my first post I am sure but I am a bargain hunter, and it's probably a trait I inherited from my mother. Thanks to the January sales the bargain hunter in me was able to sniff out a Salter whole fruit juicer for £24.99 at Morrisons, yes right that little grandma supermarket, which normally retails for £70.00. She shoots...she scores!!! And the crowd go wild. But anyway this little juicer is a beaut but unfortunately has been sitting in m kitchen for the last week or so. Finally tonight was the night.

In preparation of using the juicer, fruit had been bought including apples, frozen berries, oranges, ginger and carrots. But to start of simple I decided to go for a apple, orange, carrot and ginger concoction.

Then starts all the fun, the juicing. I was surprised by how much waste is produced by the juicer, as can be seen in the picture below but the end juice was really nice. I ended up only using on chunk of the ginger I had prepared which was thankfully the right decision as the end product was quite spicy, but I love me some spice. I topped up the juice with some pineapple juice to help take some of the edge off. 

I'm excited to continue my juicing journey (throw in some alliteration for you) and hope to include some more recipes the more adventurous I become. If you have any suggestions please do share.

Aloha

Hey party people!!!!

Just a quick post on some items I have brought in January. Now first things first (I'm the realest) you have to remember I'm a intern and bargain hunter, but anyway onto the purchases.

From Left to Right:

Leather trouser H&M £14.99. Nude matte lipstick H&M £2.99 Bronzer H&M £3.99 Ring Forever 21 £2.00 Face Brush Forever 21 £1.50 Silver pendant Forever 21 £3.15 Purple and black marl cardigan Zara £14.99 Black leather clutch Forever 21 £11.00

I have wanted a pair of leather trousers for ages, I have got a pair of leather joggers also from H&M but I always wanted a skinny pair.I think it's because I have seen so many skinny bitches in leather pants a fur gilet and a wide brim hat that just look so instantly glam. I have to admit I do suffer from a severe case of style envy and unfortunately on this occasion I fell for the trap but as Will Smith once said, the difference between you and me...I make this look good (10points to who ever knows where that line is from)

Now I know most people especially bloggers are into branded make up like Mac or....my mind draws a blank, but I thought why not give H&M make up...cheap and cheerful.

I have never used a face brush before but I'm hoping helps clean out the pores and stimulate the skin...I will let you know.

Sayonara

It's me again, that girl that rambles on for ages without really saying much.

I just thought I would upload a post about one of my favorite body parts...BOOBS. When I was younger I used to worry that my boobs wouldn't grow cause I had the smallest boobs in class and used to Google how to make your breast grow...The most common source of boob growth I used to see was protein/chicken. Which used to make me wonder why my boobs weren't massive, I mean I'm black...black people love chicken (no offense intended). Eventually my tits finally decided to make a grand entrance and now I am completely satisfied with the size. And I can now say I understand when guys put their hand down the pants for comfort. When I'm at home on the sofa I cup my boob for comfort...nice and warm.

Moving on from talking about my tits, this post is actually about the some trends that have become very popular recently thanks to the likes of Kim Kardashian and Kate Hudson.

Now I love a bit of cleavage, but is there such thing as too much? Or is it just an issue of body confidence. I guess a deep plunge can look cute dependent on the occasion. But another question....are there rules to showing boobs, besides the obvious if your legs are out boobs are taken off display and vice versa. For example the side boob:

Does the size of the breast matter. Small breasts make it look like the style was done on purpose, especially because in most cases the breast seems to be a bit more perky. Larger breasts however sometimes make it look like a top was brought a couple sizes too small, which is never a good look on anyone. and in terms of sag vs. perky, a bigger breast tends to hold more weight, so whilst the breast can still be perky it does tend to look as if it sagging at times. I have never tried the side boob look myself, mostly because I know I'm likely to be in conversation with someone, waving my arms about and oops...there's boobage. But hey what can you do, not every look is for everyone.

The final look I have a couple of questions about is the under boob

I fear for the future of fashion if the underboob becomes a thing that is no longer exclusive to lads mags. And I'm sorry to say I predict this becoming a big trend this upcoming year. For this look you have to have perky boobs and a top that doesn't ride up or else you risk flashing your boob to the world. Which makes me question if women to show super cleavage, side boob and under boob, is it only our nipples that offensive to have out in public, or is it more specific then that. Can the public not handle the areola. You tell me.

Until next time...