The beauty industry is huge. Everywhere you look, there are brands and products, “must-haves” of the season and “the perfect” lip du jour – which looks suspiciously like that lipstick you bought two seasons ago with the packaging redesigned by some fabulous fashion icon and a brand spanking new fancy pants advertising campaign. [Read more…]
Welcome to my new site!
I guess I should start with an explanation for why I made the move. The cogs had been turning over this rebrand for a long time, but the stars – and my schedule – aligned.
I’ve been blogging over at Tetris and Cheesecakes for a couple years, but had fallen out of love with the name. First of all, when I first started the blog, I was headed down a very different niche. A little geeky, a little foodie. I certainly didn’t think I would be blogging about veganism, cruelty free beauty, or fashion. I was all about the social commentary, I took all my photos in a square format, and my blog design was quite honestly a bit bland. Standard issue free WordPress themes, aye?
I felt like I was in limbo. I hated having the word “cheesecakes” in my name because I felt it was misleading (as I can’t even eat cheese). I wasn’t motivated to write because I just wasn’t happy with the way my blog looked, and as a wordpress.com site, I was more limited in what I could do with it than I would have liked.
I missed writing. I had so many blog posts plsnned but didn’t want to start when I knew I’d be moving at some undetermined date, so my drafts folder overflowed with nearly completed articles and I had dozens of prompts scribbled in my phone’s Notes.
A few months ago I decided the time had come to buy my own domain, go self hosted, and finally do something with my blog. Change the name. Make it look pretty. Customise it to within an inch of its life. Maybe even get a profile pic. I bought a blog header. The lovely Fiona from Wishes Hopes and Dreams helped me move my content over. I went back and edited a few old posts, cringed at my awkward writing style in some of my early posts, and drank endless cups of tea. Finally, I’m happy with my new site.
If you followed me over on my old blog, I’d love it if you joined me in my new online home!
Have you ever bought ready-made puff pastry with no plans or idea whatsoever for using it? My local supermarket doesn’t usually sell the vegan stuff. It’s “all butter” this and “buttery goodness” that. I often entirely bypass the pastry aisle because there’s nothing for me in there.
I was doing my weekly meander through the aisles when I found one lone package of dairy-free ready-rolled sheet puff pastry, the kind that has a million uses for throwing together an aesthetically appealing meal. Spread some pesto on it and top with roasted mediterranean vegetables from the deli. Do something fancy with wild mushrooms. Grate dairy-free parmesan onto strips of the stuff and twist into cheesy straws. The possibilities are endless. [Read more…]
I recently found myself in a debate on a vegan Facebook group. This happens about once a week for me, and it usually involves cat food or omni friendships. The same tired old arguments are rolled out time after time, with photos of someone’s “perfectly healthy vegan cat” from one side and the words “obligate carnivore” from the other, or yet another suggestion for some poor newbie vegan to dump their omni partner for eating cheese.
“Do ‘Vegan Morals’ mean I shouldn’t be an organ donor?”
An issue was raised about organ donation and veganism, which for me is a no-brainer. Much like my reasons for donating blood, it’s something I’ve always felt strongly about, and I have been registered as an organ donor for as long as I can remember. When I became vegan, this didn’t change. Not even for a split moment or a nanosecond did I ever become a self righteous asshole with a superiority complex who wants to pick and choose who I deem ‘worthy’ of receiving my donated organs. Not to mention it’s problematic as hell. [Read more…]
…what would I tell you?
I’ve always loved this type of post, both reading and writing them. Maybe I’m just a nosy fucker. If I follow your blog, it’s because I’m interested in what you have to say; I want to know the rationalisation behind what makes you…you. Are we alike? Are we different? What are your thoughts, your feelings, your experiences? Maybe I’m overthinking this, because I probably shouldn’t drink coffee. It makes me hyperactive.
Prague is one of my favourite places to visit, and every time I come, I wish I could stay longer.
I decided to celebrate my first proper holiday in three years by booking myself into a hotel rather than an Airbnb. I love the space and freedom of having a whole apartment to myself, but I just fancied not having to wash my own towels or take out my own bins. I wanted somewhere central, within walking distance of the parts of the city I wanted to explore, and I wanted something fancy. We’re talking courtyard restaurant, massive beds, and at the very least some sort of suite. I have high expectations. [Read more…]
About 10 years ago, I landed my first design job. I wasn’t having a great time in Edinburgh, one of my closest friends had just died, and I’d found myself flunking out of all my classes because I had zero coping mechanisms. When I was offered a chance to go to Prague for a month to overhaul someone’s newly inherited home, I basically jumped at the chance. I would have been on a plane by the end of the day if I’d known where the hell my passport was. [Read more…]
As we launched ourselves at full speed towards the last day of LFW’s AW 2017 season in our carefully-selected-for-comfort mismatched velvet brogues, this rookie fashion writer was inspired, excited, and very very knackered. [Read more…]
Fashion Week brings up all sorts of existential questions. If no one takes a photo of your outfit, did you really wear it? Is the average length of a queue the same as the median length of a piece of string? Do things start to relax by Sunday at LFW, or do they just get more surreal? In some respects, by Day 3 we’d all settled into a routine – we knew what shows we were going to, we were well aware that if one designer ran late we might miss the next, and we’d started to recognise people in the queue. All my tickets were organised by time and I already had an idea which ones I was most excited about.
I could find my way to Freemasons with my eyes closed by Sunday, so if you enjoy irony, it was fitting that my first show was somewhere else. [Read more…]
You might know that I was at LFW with Plus Minus Magazine a few weeks ago, because it’s been pretty much my main talking point ever since. Yes, I am a one trick pony. If you’ve been following this series – or just read yesterday’s post – then you’ll have a bit of an insight into how clueless I was coming into this. I’m not a fashion blogger. I don’t dress like a fashion blogger. My “look” is a little maniacal 80s cartoon baddie meets Rainbow Brite, a little vintage Jem & the Holograms.
I’ve never been the type of person to let a little thing like having absolutely no idea what I’m doing stop me, which is maybe how I started blogging. I have a strange habit of jumping into situations head first, and it’s led to some of the best things in my life. Adopting a dog. Changing career. Opening an art gallery. I’ve wanted to go to LFW for so long, so when the opportunity came along, it really didn’t matter that I wasn’t sure how to dress or what I would write. Sometimes you just need to wing it. [Read more…]