Monday, 10 February 2020

Can Someone Please Delete My Dashcam History?

Every single one of us has that one friend who loudly proclaims at some point during your get-togethers,


Well I'm sorry Susan but genuinely, the FBI are not interested in your ASOS orders, the Buzzfeed quizzes you take, or the half naked Henry Cavill pictures you have saved. 

But I need to ask someone a favour, please.

If I die, can someone please come and delete my dashcam files please?

Although I feel I should clarify some points first.

If I die in my car, please dont wipe the memory card completely, please save the footage of the accident, ok? Thanks.

And secondly, I dont want my footage deleted because I am a terrible driver. I am a good driver. Honestly.

Please delete my dashcam footage because when I get behind the wheel I turn into the east end equivalent of Celine Dion, Ariana Grande and Christina Aguilera, with a side of Fred Durst, Chester Bennington and Eminem and I treat the inside of my car like I am standing on stage at Wembley.  Basically my car is my stage and I'm the star.

Except for one thing. I cannot sing, AT ALL. Not even a bit, its painful. So the minute that car door shuts AWAY I GO. 

Now I know I cant sing, and I'm ok with that, what I dont want to do is inflict my voice upon my family as a long lasting memory after I'm gone. Some people dial their loved ones voicemail to be comforted by their voice after theyve passed. I cant quite imagine it having the same effect on my family if they miss me, having to listen to me singing along to Beautiful by Ms Aguilara? 

Havent they suffered enough? 

Also I have a very strong critical commentary of other drivers on the road and my muttering of "What a prick" "Who gave you a licence, a dog warden?" and my absolute favourite, "You absolute knob" are probably not how I want my family to remember me.

So while you are all begging your friends to delete your browser history, why not take a second to find that special friend who you trust enough to delete your dashcam history, and who wont put it up on YouTube for the lols. 

Big Fashionista


Friday, 7 February 2020

Squatting Like Tom Hardy Is Watching

I am currently in a really weird place right now that involves me going to the gym for FUN. I'm not going because someone is holding a gun to my husbands head, or because I've heard that Tom Hardy is going there, (pretty much the only man in the world I would do squats for) I'm going because I'm bloody enjoying getting stronger and pushing myself more each time. (See? Weird) I have a routine of sorts, mainly cardio with some throwing around of medicine balls when the mood takes me (ok, I slam that medicine ball every damn time) and some free weights when I feel that no-one is watching or judging me. (Not so often)

And that's the shitty thing about going to the gym as an overweight,  mid forties female because you genuinely think that EVERYONE is judging you for being there. A bit like in the old western films where a stranger would enter the bar, the music would stop and everyone would stop talking and swivel to stare at the stranger who had dared to enter. Even now after going to Pure Gym regularly for a few months I still feel that as I go through those air lock doors,  everyone is going to stop and stare and mutter under their breath something about not being from these parts (which I'm not, but hey, that's a whole different story)

Now being the absolute contrary bad ass that I am, I could play this one of two ways. Either cry and refuse to continue going, (I've thought about it) OR, I could look to buy the brightest, funkiest leggings in the world.....

So I have been looking for funky leggings.

I've had some great recommendations, loads for Lucy Locket Loves, some for Marks and Spencer's new active range as well as Fabletics and Sweaty Betty. Currently I'm using pretty basic Primark finest. You know how they like to shame you into going to the gym by putting their gym gear RIGHT at the front of the store? Yeah they got me good.

But I want to invest in the FUNKIEST pair of leggings I can find.

I'm loving THESE from Lucy Locket Loves

 My basic requirements are,

Not hideously expensive (Looking at you Sweaty Betty)

Not so thin that when I do squat in front of Tom Hardy he can see my underwear (Looking at you, Primark)

And loud enough so that if anyone does want to stare I can imagine they are looking at my funky leggings.

Give me your best recommendations for funky leggings please.

Big Fashionista

Thursday, 6 February 2020

Trying to fall back in love with blogging

I know, it's been a while.

I'm like that awful friend you don't hear from in ages who then pops up with a bottle of wine in one hand while the other hand gesticulates wildly whilst telling you a thousand stories about where they have been while veering off onto lots of side rants about the state of the world whilst not telling anything about where they have been. (See what I did there?)

Basically, like all bloggers, things got in the way. That's all, I just didn't have enough time to balance my work, my home and blogging and something had to give.

But by god I have missed spewing rage and vitriol on to a page while calling Trump names (Clemantine-faced Devil Dude) and eyeing up cute guys whilst occasionally throwing in a fashion shoot.

Things have changed for me and my blog, I think we are past the time of Nom and Vom and objectifying men. But it doesn't mean I cannot appreciate a good man who is the whole package. (Avoids eye contact with Calvin Harris)
(I also appreciate that if you haven't, and you are considering Googling it, do NOT do it from a work computer. Thank me later)

I also don't have a laptop at the moment so until I can get that fixed, it's just me and my iPad, but I do want to get back into blogging without being obsessed with stats and comments, (although comments are nice, cough, cough)

So hopefully this may be the start of a brand new chapter.

Who is along for the ride?

Big Fashionista


Tuesday, 18 December 2018

You Are Not Alone 2018

As always, let me start by reminding people that Christmas is not always a joyful time of year. For many people, Christmas can be lonely, traumatic, and dangerous.  Some people need help, they can't get through this period alone. I say, you are not alone. There are people out there that can, and will help you.

I have tried to include as many different helplines as possible, if you can think of any that I may have missed, please add them in the comments below for people who may need them.


Monday, 16 July 2018

It's Too Hot, Hot Damn

Ok, I have been dragged out of semi-retirement because I want to rant and there are not enough characters on Twitter.

Basically, It is too hot. I don't mind a bit of sunshine, hell, I will take two weeks in the Canaries with a smile on my face but right about now, I am at the point where my ideal job is a crab fisherman in the Bering Sea (back when it was covered in ice) I am OVER, sunshine, I am over tit sweat and chub rub. I miss my jeans and I want to wear a cute knitted hat with a pom pom on it.

Now yes, currently I am suffering from a chest infection, so I am kind of grouchy, the ability to breathe is something that I kind of took for granted, currently it feels as if I am breathing through a wet sock, a sweaty wet sock. like the ones I have on my feet. I feel for everyone with breathing difficulties that are made a lot worse in this weather. I feel for the redheads who haven't left the house in 6 weeks and I feel for anyone who has expected me to leave the house for anything other than work as quite frankly, I am exhausted.

Do you know what I want? I want autumn. Autumn never hurts me. Autumn brings me orange and red leaves, bobble hats and mittens. Am I romanticising Autumn? No, I am not. There is nothing horrific about Autumn. I dare you to find one thing that is horrific about autumn. (Apart from horny spiders invading your living room. This is the price we pay for autumn, ok?)

Look at those leaves, don't they make you feel happy? Do you know what else I want?

Boots, a scarf, knits and candles. All the candles, currently the thought of lighting a candle is enough to tip me over the edge, one more heat source and I am going to melt into a puddle.

Right about now I am struggling to find any positives with this weather, sure, it was nice at first, sunshine makes everyone happy, but surely no one expected it to last this long and we are not set up here in the UK for prolonged heat are we?

Quite frankly, this weather can knob off.

What do you think? Are you ready for Autumn? What are you looking forward to?

OR, are you loving summer and long may it continue?

Let me know.


Thursday, 5 April 2018

How It Feels To Be An Ex Blogger

Question, If I am blogging about being an ex-blogger, Am I actually an ex-blogger?

So HOW did I get to this point? When did I start to describe myself as an ex-blogger, and why the hell is it that the minute I logged back in here, (It took me twelve attempts, I think you can safely call yourself an ex blogger if you forget the log-in for the one thing that kept you sane for over 7 years, right?) I thought of a million pieces of content that I could write if only. I had the time.

I have had my blog for nearly 8 years now and for so many years I lived and breathed blogging, being a blogger was my identity, it was who I was. Blogging helped me through the toughest time of my adult life, it gave me a purpose. Blogging was something tangible that I could hold on to when everything else around me was crumbling to the ground. Blogging also brought me some of the best people in my life, I found friends for life, friends who helped me move from London, friends who welcomed me to Leeds and friends who I have never met and am still eternally grateful for.

I NEVER thought I would lose my passion for blogging, and if I'm honest, I never have.

Do you know what I have lost? The time to spend on it and the hunger for it. The love for blogging will never go away, I swear, it is like an addiction. (Plus every time I buy a new dress, I can't kid myself that it is "FOR THE CONTENT") The addiction to stats, well I never had that. I swore a long time ago, the day I got obsessed with my stats was the day I stopped blogging anyway. I was stat-free for a long time and I am so glad I never had that feeling of being all about the numbers. It was always about creating content, if people read it, FANTASTIC. If not, well I had still wrote it. It is always there.

So where did my time go? 

I got a full-time job. I got a full-time job that I absolutely love. I am a teaching assistant in a reception class that fills my time completely. Now I know a hell a lot of people blog with full-time jobs, but I am also going to college, doing a diploma in Supporting Teaching & Learning. I also have a family that I love and want to spend time with so slowly, blogging went further and further down my list of priorities until one day, I realised I hadn't blogged in 4 months.

How does it feel to be an ex-blogger?

You know what, it is HARD.  I wish I had time to blog, I wish I had that connection to social media nowadays but I don't. From a selfish point of view. I miss parcels coming through my door from brands that I never knew were coming. I miss the approaches from brands asking if I would like to work with them, and I miss the events. (Leeds girls, HIT ME UP AS YOUR PLUS ONE)

Basically, it is hard to be an ex blogger, I don't know a single ex-blogger who doesn't miss it. Usually it is time constraints that cause people to be ex bloggers, life simply gets in the way.

Will I go back to blogging?  God I hope so. For 8 years, blogging was who I was. I can't just shed that part of me without a second thought, and neither do I want to. The thought that this could be the last post I ever write on here fills me with such sadness that my plan is to never say never.

I will continue to do the You Are Not Alone helpline numbers every Christmas as well. Even if I post once a year, I still get to call myself a blogger, occasionally, right?

Blogging has given me so much over the last 8 years, I am not the same person I was 8 years ago, thankfully and without blogging, I don't know if I would have even got to this point. Perhaps in the same way they say that friends come into your life for a reason or a season, blogging came into my life to get me through the hard parts and help me realise who and what I wanted to be. When I first started blogging, Big Fashionista was a character, a person who took no shit, who had an opinion and stood up for what she believed in. She was the person who I wanted to be. And now, finally I am.

Quite frankly, if that is all I ever get from my blogging life. I think I can safely say that I am completely and utterly fulfilled. 

This is not goodbye from Big Fashionista, more like the end of a chapter. There are definitely new chapters that are yet to be written.


Kellie x x x


Monday, 25 December 2017

You Are Not Alone This Christmas, 2017

To all those people out there who are enjoying Christmas, Merry Christmas.

For some people, Christmas is a hard time, a lonely time or a time when you realise that you need help.

I hope you find here, what you need.

a list of helpline tel numbers

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