Friday, 28 September 2012

Nom or Vom

Ok, So I don't really know who this guy is....................

But I want to.

From what IMDB tells me, this guy is currently mooching all over your screens in such films as

The Bourne Legacy

Mission Impossible-Ghost Protocol

The Hurt Locker

and from what I can see, you won't even be able to move next year for seeing his face EVERYWHERE. So without further ado.............................

Ladies & Gentlemen,

Jeremy Renner

Oh Helen, Will this do?

So what do we think?

Nom or Vom?

Let me know

Big Fashionista x x

One Direction take over The Sun

Now the one thing I know is that there are a LOT of One Direction fans out there.

If you ARE, or you know someone who is, a 1D fan. Then this is for YOU.

Starting on Saturday, One Direction are taking over The Sun.


For one week only, One Direction are going to be popping up all over The Sun newspaper. From taking over the Saturday TV Guide to SIX special collectable covers on Sundays Fabulous magazine, with posters and in-depth interviews with the band.
PLUS, if you are a One Direction fan The Sun is going be offering thousands of fans the chance to see One Direction perform in concert next year in Manchester. To be in with a chance to win special £9.50 tickets you will need to collect tokens which will be appearing in the Newspaper from this Saturday.
AND not only that but The Sun has given ME a pair of these special tickets to give away to one lucky reader of my blog, so stay tuned to the blog for the BIGGEST giveaway that I have ever ran.
So are YOU a One Direction fan?
Let me know
Big Fashionista x x x


Thursday, 27 September 2012

Facebook statuses that make me mad.

Oh ladies of Facebook how you amuse me (Not really)

If you aren't pressing "like" to show how you are against cruelty to animals or pressing like to see what happens to the funny picture afterwards (NEWSFLASH, nothing. It is a picture) then you are posting alluring sentences about inches and minutes.

I'm still waiting for the first person to type, 3 inches, and it's been so long I can't actually remember. OHHHHHHHHH, you want to know my shoe size and how long it takes me to do my hair? I thought you were asking me the size of my partners knob and how long it took him to ejaculate. My bad. (Hmmmmmmm, tempting)

I am failing to see how posting a status such as this actually raises awareness of breast cancer.

And WORSE, I am worried that by people posting a status on Facebook such as the inches and minutes one, they are then sitting back feeling like they have done their part to raise awareness.

Er, no. you haven't. you have done nothing. No more than instagramming a picture of a coffee cup in the morning raises awareness of the illegal drug trade in Columbia would do.

Please don't feel smug and think that you are doing something awesome, because you aren't.

Donate, not just your money, but why not your time? Run a marathon, host a tea party, support your local breast care charity or hospice.

THIS is raising awareness and funds. Not changing your status which you probably change as often as your knickers anyway.

If you want to help make a difference, check out

and if anyone else has any links to breast cancer charities please feel free to leave them below.

As well as raising awareness and trying to raise funds myself, I am going to change my status to a link to one of these charities every day. Why not do the same?

What do you think about the Facebook status updates?

Harmless fun, or dangerous?

Let me know

Big Fashionista x x

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

A special guest post from the heart.

We all write our blogs for different reasons. Sometimes for fun, sometimes to share a serious message. For whatever reasons we do it, sometimes when things are hard, we do it because the act of writing things down can be therapeutic.

Today I want to share with you a special guest post from someone I call a friend.

She wanted to share something that she is going through at this very moment.

She wanted to write it down and I truly understand that. She would like to at this stage be anonymous and I respect that. But please, leave her some love and encouragement and show her that she is not alone at this time.

Thank you

Big Fashionista x x

Today I found out that my mum had cancer.

My mum who for the last 38 years of my life has been invincible. A true matriarch, she is everyone’s rock and comfort.

She had a recall after a mammogram and before me, I saw her shrink. She wasn’t the strong woman I always see, but actually a rather small and scared lady. This pains me so much.

We all jollied her along, said “it would probably be all fine” but no, the devastating news came through. She has breast cancer.

The good news (ha, like cancer is good?) according to the consultant is that it is contained in one breast and hasn’t spread and the bad news is that it is 3cm. It wasn’t present at her last mammogram 3 years ago so we are not sure how long it has been there.

She has an appointment next week at the Royal Marsden and we will then find out more. They are saying that at this stage she needs an operation to remove the cancer and then radiotherapy until Christmas.

My dad is in bits, a real tough Londoner, he was crying like a baby. AS for my mum, well she is scared shitless and she looks so vulnerable, so tiny. My brother, he has retreated into his cave and isn’t taking my calls.

I am devastated. We lost my mums dad to cancer and what he went through at the end was horrific. I know this is playing on my mums mind but she won’t even say the C word let alone articulate it.

I guess we are all in shock, I don’t know what to do, how to support her. I just keep hugging my kids tight and telling them “I love them so SO much”. They know something is up but my mum has asked that they don’t know. I am walking around with my usual big grin, but inside I am dying.

I’ve resolved that I am going to be MY mums rock now. It is my turn to look after her but to be honest, I don’t even know where to start.

Cancer. Life sucks sometimes.


Tuesday, 25 September 2012

Sorry ISN'T the hardest word

It was Elton John that first put it to us that sorry seems to be the hardest word.

And it seems that since then, men and women the world over have been trying to prove him wrong.

For some, NO is the hardest word.

For others, just a simple YES is too bloody difficult for them to even comprehend.

And for politicians everywhere, Sorry is definitely not the hardest word.


See, it's quite easy to say. And I didn't even have to cross my fingers behind my back like Nick Clegg on  his YouTube channel.

(I would like to take this opportunity to apologise to Nick Cle.........................NAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Psych)

and fellow politician, Chief Whip Andrew Mitchell is another one who has been playing fast and loose with the apologies recently.

Does anyone truly believe anything that man says?

Nope, didn't think so.

So while all these bullshit apologies are flying around everywhere, I thought why not get in on the act. We all have things that we need to apologise for. Things that have lain heavy on our minds. Perhaps, like Nick Clegg some of us feel the need to make our apologies in public.

Now I'm not one for YouTube myself. I leave that to the political types but I am more than willing to make my grand gesture here upon my blog.

So here goes,

Once, a long time ago. I stood on a snail.

It died.

Sorry and all that.

I made a mistake, and the snail is now paying for it. At the time, I don't know what I was thinking, It was done with the best of intentions, but I can see now, that perhaps I shouldn't have done it.

And I am sorry.

Wow, I feel better now (well, better than the snail anyway)

So join me, in unburdening your sins. Do YOU have something to apologise for?

Let me know.

Big Fashionista x x


Saturday, 22 September 2012

Happy Birthday Westfield Stratford

Ahhh, they grow up so fast don't they?

I cannot believe that it was a year ago now that Westfield East (That's Stratford for you guys that get easily confused) opened for business.

And this weekend as part of their birthday celebrations they are putting on a great show for everyone.

I took my three monsters beloved children down to Westfield Friday night to see them kick off the celebrations in style.

They have everything at Westfield East this weekend that you could ever have hoped for at a 1st birthday party. Carousel, popcorn, candyfloss, goody bags, balloon animals, (guess who discovered that their 6 yr old has a mild latex allergy) and lots of things to do over the weekend for the children.

And did I mention the cupcakes?

Westfield will be giving away cupcakes, 500 of them, each day over the weekend.

and as the car parks have now reopened (about bloody time in my opinion) Westfield are giving people 2 hours free parking and then it is a flat rate of just £5 MAX.

I definitely had a fun evening with my children, it makes a change to take them to a shopping centre without at least one of them moaning..

So Happy Birthday Westfield Stratford.

And I hope everyone who attends has a lovely time (and a cupcake)

Take a look -> HERE for more information on what, when and where.

Let me know

Big Fashionista x x

Friday, 21 September 2012

Nom or Vom

Admit it, Fridays haven't been the same recently without Nom or Vom have they?

So occasionally I do a Nom or Vom that I wouldn't touch with yours, and unfortunately this weeks Nom or Vom is one of those. (Although the main reason for this is because I remember him as a child actor so it would be truly creepy for me to look at him and think, 'I would')

For me, his only redeeming feature is that he reminds me of a young Heath Ledger.

So without further ado, this weeks Nom or Vom is,

Joseph Gordon Levitt



So what do we think ladies and gents?

Nom or Vom?

Let me know

Big Fashionista x x

Thursday, 20 September 2012

Tits and balls,

I am a little worried, NAY I am TERRIFIED that like the dodo before it, soon there will be another extinction of a beautiful and rare species.

Now recently there has been a huge backlash against the beautiful and intelligent women of Page 3.

Now I love breasts, I do. I even have two of my own and while I do understand that this backlash had to come about, people are sadly forgetting a VERY VERY VERY important group of people whose opinions I am sure have been forgotten about.

When I saw the calls for Page 3 to be banned my immediate thoughts were,


Are we not being really selfish here? We are trying to wipe out a MAJOR food group of the footballers and we are not feeling even slightly ashamed of ourselves?

If there are no Page 3 "stunnas" for them to knock about with, who knows what the footballers will get up to. They have done all the reality tv stars between them already haven't they?

(They will have to start showing Big Brother three times a year just to keep up with the demand)

I honestly think that we haven't thought this through hard enough, those footballers work damn hard for 90 minutes a week to earn that 50k plus, if they can't spend some of it on new tits for Page 3 models then what are they meant to do with it?

And let us think of all the nightclubs out there that will suffer because footballers won't feel the need to fall out of their doors and onto the red carpet with one on each arm. They will close at the rate of knots. Paparazzi will be reduced to instagramming kittens and their lunch and I'm A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here will be down one contestant a series for the next few years.

There aren't even enough pop groups out there to take up the slack, Even The Saturdays are all taken now, although I hear one or two of Little Mix might be up for giving it a good go.

So now before you know it, there will be even more pop star/footballer celebrabies.
And no bloody paparazzi left to take their picks.

And all because we want to ban page 3?

Ladies, gents.

I urge you to think long and hard before voting to ban Page 3,

If you can't do it for you.

Think of the footballers, I beg of you.

Can you do that for me?

Let me know

Big Fashionista x x

Tuesday, 18 September 2012

My beauty secrets.

As you all know, I tend to rant (I mean write) about whatever takes my fancy here. But today I wanted to give you a small insight into my beauty regime.

I have to admit I could never be a beauty blogger full time and I have the ultimate respect for bloggers who do blog about beauty. My main issue is that I look like a gargoyle, you know the ones that sit on top of cathedrals and just glower at you as you walk past? The ones that give children nightmares about going to church (no, not priests)

Yes, gargoyles. Well that is me first thing in the morning, (although I am yet to find a sculpture of a gargoyle smoking a fag and mainlining coffee) SOMETIMES I look at myself and think "Not so bad" but that's usually when I've slept in my make up so I don't think that counts.

So although I feel I am not best placed to give you make-up tips, I do enjoy posts about make-up and would like to share with you some secrets from my make up box.

Today I am going to talk about tools,

What DOES a thirty-something year old woman use to apply her make-up?

Well here are just a few of my day-to-day essentials.

As you can see, there are many tools that I can use to create the smooth, line-free look that I like to go for.

The top three are mainly for filling although they can be multi-tasking and used for smoothing small areas and detail work. (pesky crows feet)

I find that a bigger surface which has more cracks in it responds better to a tool which can cover quickly (before the product sets) I'm thinking that soon I may need to expand my "tools" to include a hawk and a float. (Do Debenhams stock these yet?)

I also find that my equipment is a lot easier to keep clean that your usual run of the mill, brush type equipment as well. A quick wipe over with an old rag and my tools can go back in their box ready for the next day.

There are many stockists of the tools that I use, I find that If I shop around I can usually find a good bargain or two and I have been known to browse the aisles of B&Q for hours although their staff are not as knowledgable about some things as I would like, fancy not knowing if one of your trowels was hypoallergenic, I ask you.

So I hope you have enjoyed this small glimpse into my make up box today, next week.

Foundation, quick dry cement or expanding cement? I will be telling you what gives the best coverage and I ask, if these are SO good, why is there not a waiting list?

What's in your make-up box?

Let me know

Big Fashionista x x


Monday, 17 September 2012

Is "mummy porn" just porn lite?

There are a lot of things out there in the world that annoy me.

Autumn spiders that decide to spin their web across doorways so that you run around screaming "There is a spider in my hair, there is a spider in my HAIR"  They annoy me.

Kerry Katona annoys me so much my teeth actually itch when I think about her for more than twenty seconds at a time,

and the term "Mummy porn" sends me into a frenzy of annoyance so strong that only wine, Ed Sheeran and a  quick frig in the bathroom can calm me down. (I think I may delete that last part) 

"Mummy porn" Making porn mainstream since 2012. 

Except it isn't making it mainstream is it? The term just seems to make it patronising,

"Oh bless her heart, look, she's reading "mummy porn" well that's okay then"it isn't as if she is doing anything wrong, it's "mummy porn" not REAL porn"

"Mummy porn" seems to refer to romantic books with SOME sex in them, as opposed to a woman being fisted by a horse or whatever on earth happens in these porn stories that I have never, ever read not even once. Honest guv'nor. (My keyword searches from now on are never going to be the same are they?) 

"Mummy porn" is the acceptable face of porn it seems. We are allowed to read "mummy porn" but perhaps REAL porn would be a little strong for our delicate constitutions so we are better off just sticking to porn lite

Now some of you may be aware that I used to write erotic fiction for print, Scarlet Magazine (May it rest in peace) Jade and For Women. I was allowed to use the C word and everything (I made my mother so proud) but writing "mummy porn" seems like a hell of a lot of fun.

So let's give it a go.

Delicately she laid back on the silk sheets, breathless with anticipation. she felt moist "down there" Her pink lips parted and breathlessly she anticipated his next move.

She licked her lips breathlessly and panted slightly as he began to stroke her thigh with his hand, his hardness began to rub against her thigh and her breath was taken from her as his love muscle began to grow bigger and bigger. The dampness in her love tunnel was growing and she leant over to whisper in his ear "' 'ere babe, get off me, I'm desperate for a pee and Eastenders is on in a minute, If you're that desperate have a wank and then I can get my pyjamas on and go to bed straight after"

The End.

Mummy porn at its finest don't you think?

All jokes aside, does anyone else find the term "mummy porn" offensive?

Why can't we just all share the same porn?

I don't want my own type of porn thanks, and I certainly don't want to be fobbed off with "mummy porn"

How about you?

Let me know

Big Fashionista x x


Thursday, 13 September 2012

Chris Brown. Misunderstood or a massive c***

Now this may seem like old news now but honestly, I have had to wait a couple of days before posting as if I had posted immediately there would be no stars. (Bit like his album review)

So Chris Brown has had a tattoo of a woman on his neck (Staying classy as always) and it looks as if she has had the crap beaten out of her. Now I don't give a shit whether it is a Mexican sugar skull or a MAC make-up chart. The man (I use the word loosely, in fact screw it, the miserable oxygen stealer) must have known what he was doing when he went to the tattooist and asked for THAT picture. No-one and I mean NO-ONE is that thick that they wouldn't be able to think that it would lead to a massive outcry and people the world over once more being reminded of what a knob he truly is.

Let us NOT forget, ever. He beat up a woman. Badly.

I am all for tattoos, I have 3 of my own and they ARE the story of my life marked upon my body for ever

BUT if Chris Brown really wanted to remember what a massive waste of space he is and use the tattoo to learn never to make that mistake again perhaps he should have had the tattoo put on the end of his knob-Moari style or branded on.


Big Fashionista x x


Tuesday, 11 September 2012

The post without a title

This is a difficult one to write, but then the ones where you give a little piece of yourself always are aren't they?

I am always keen to stamp out stigma, of any kind and I think it always helps to talk about things and get them out in the open.

It is time to practice what I preach.

Life is hard at the moment, I look back over my previous blog posts and see that the last time I was on antibiotics the exact same thing happened. I am slap bang in the middle of a serious low. I am not depressed, this is just a temporary state of sadness due to medication.

It is like the sun has gone in. where there was sunshine, there are dark clouds and sadness. I am lucky. I know that this is only a temporary feeling, a side effect from the antibiotics, and I cling onto that like a life raft, telling myself I WILL get through it and get through the other side.

Why am I telling you this? It isn't for sympathy. I don't want sympathy, I am telling you this because I think we need to share these things and how we feel. Too many people suffer in silence, alone, afraid to tell people how they feel. But WHY should people suffer in silence?

If you are depressed at the moment, TALK to someone, tell someone. be it your doctor, a friend, a loved one or even anonymously on this post if you wish.

Don't suffer in silence or in shame.

You are NOT alone.

Big Fashionista

Normal service will resume shortly. I promise


Friday, 7 September 2012

Nom or Vom

Friday, our favourite day of the week, we have the weekend to look forward to oh and


It is just the perfect day isn't it?

So what male delight have I chosen for you today?

Why THIS male delight of course.

Ladies and Gentlemen

Craig, Daniel Craig

So what do we think ladies and gents?

Nom or Vom

Let me know

Big Fashionista x x


Wednesday, 5 September 2012

Back to school bitching begins

Hear that?

Me either, Tis the sound of silence.

The schools are back (In your FACE Alice Cooper)

And this week has been FRANTIC, running around, from shop to shop,

Skirts, trousers, tops, shoes.............

Oh and I have bought some uniform for the children as well.

Forget the kids, it is all about the "school run mums" the "mummy mafia" I'm sure you know the type.

And there are always judging stares as you enter the gates, it is like attending London Fashion Week and being looked up and down by journalists for wearing last seasons Primark and KITTEN HEELS (Who knew Primark even had seasons)

It is insane, some of these women could make Simon Cowell weep and begin to doubt himself while some of the others got to the school in their PJ's to pick their kids UP

Even I bloody judge those lazy bitches.

The first day back is always a fashion show, it truly is, whether you think you have been sucked into it or not, you just can't help but be a little careful of what you are wearing. (By day three I will be lucky to walk in the school gates with brushed hair-take THAT haterz)

There will always be one mum who corners you and says

"Oh you look WELL"
(bitch if you mean fat, just say fat)

One who says

"Oh I LOVE that top on you, EVERY time you wear it I love it a little bit more"
(lady, you are lucky it is CLEAN and passing the sniff test, get over it-Fast)

and one who just looks at you sympathetically and says

"Rough holiday"
(No shit sherlock, it is 7.45, school doesn't start till 9am and I'm here tying my children to the gates. what gave it away?)

This time I have decided NOT to be sucked into the fashion parade. I won't.

(I will)

How about you?

Do you get sucked into the show? Or have you experienced the "mummy mafia" first hand?

Let me know

Big Fashionista x x


Tuesday, 4 September 2012

Do you know you're beautiful?

Those five wise boys known as One Direction say it best,

You're insecure
Don't know what for
You're turning heads when you walk
through the door
Don't need make-up
To cover up
Being the way that you are is enough

Skip to chorus,

You don't know you're beautifullllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll

Clever little buggers aren't they?

Now ok, it maybe complete bubblegum pop (and a total brainworm) but those young whippersnappers have basically put into words something that has been bothering me for a while.

Women (AND some men as well) WHY do we not see just how beautiful we really are?

Why do we focus on what we DON'T like about our bodies? If someone gives us a compliment about a part of our body why do we deflect them by telling them about a part we dislike.

It's true.

Even in womens magazines, they ask, "what part of your body do you hate?" to many a celeb. (Your knees? your KNEES? REALLY?)

Well I am fed up of it

*pulls out soapbox and calls you all close*

Let us all focus on what we DO love about our bodies, ignore what we dislike/hate/loathe because it isn't important anymore. let us concentrate on our positives for once.

I will even go first if it helps.

My name is Kellie and I like my eyes and my lips. I do and I am not ashamed to say it either.

How about you?

Tell me what you LOVE about your body.

Let me know

Big Fashionista x x


Monday, 3 September 2012

Tesco, Every little DOES help, you should try it sometime.

Picture the scene,

One stressed mum uniform shopping with her three demon spawn children, She pays at the till, turns to shout at aforementioned demon spawn, takes them to the toilet as one who had sworn blind she didn't need the toilet five minutes ago is now breaking her neck for a "wee wee" and then goes outside.

she looks in her bag, and her purse is GONE.

Well this happened to ME, today.

at 12,20pm in Tescos Galleons Reach (come one, come all stalker types)

Now I know I am not the first person to have their purse stolen, in fact it has happened to me before (lovely area in which I live)

So I know the drill, I check the tills, I check the toilets, no sign of it. I run, quite tearfully to the security guard, after all, Security is kind of his thing, I explain the situation and he looks at me,

"checked the toilets?"

"Yes mate, first thing I did, and the till"
he wanders off to the till.

"no, I've checked that"


This kind of set the whole farcical thing up from thereon.

I beg, I plead for them to check the CCTV, I had over £140 in that purse. (why do they never steal my purse when it is empty?) He goes for a quick chat on his phone and another man comes over.

"well it's like this" he tell me "The CCTVs move, and you might not be on them as they aren't fixed and they move around to see what is happening"

I tell them I get that, can they PLEASE check them,

he then tells me they have.

I'm not on them!!!!!

Seriously, magic or what, in the space of 1-2 minutes they have checked the whole footage and i'm not there!!! If I would have known that I would have knicked a turkey!!!!! (I jest)

They then shrug and say there is nothing they can do.

I walk away and when we get outside my youngest daughter asks why when she looked back, the security guard and his friend were laughing.

So I'm glad that Tesco find me losing £140 in their store so amusing, I really am. Their security and staff have obviously no respect for their customers if they feel it is ok to treat people this way.

I got upset, I cried (I ate) and then I got angry

I went back, demanded to speak to a manager. Sarah and another manager whose name now escapes me. they looked into it in more depth.

GUESS WHAT, I am on the CCTV. (puts back turkey) now isn't that a surprise. They can see me with my purse in my hand but then I do walk out of shot. I have no clue whether my purse was stolen, fell out of my bag and someone had the find of their life or what.

It isn't the loss of the money that hurts the most. It was the way I was treated by Tescos.

Even the second time, they didn't take any of my details so they could let me know if my purse turned up! They knew I had no money but didn't enquire how I was going to get home.

Tescos I am bitterly disappointed in the service that I received today.

You said it yourself, Every little helps,

But what you did today was only a little, and it really didn't help at all.

Yours, an ex-customer

Kellie Hill

Big Fashionista x x x


@UKTesco have contacted me to tell me the store will be calling me tomorrow.

That's clever, they never took any contact details from me !!!


I have spoken to Shane the manager who accepts that things could have been handled better. They will be calling me again tomorrow when it has been looked into more

UPDATE 3 4-9-2012

It is 3.45 and I have just spoken to the manager who I spoke to instore and last night. He apologised profusely for the actions of his staff. He assured me that lessons have been learnt and that security will be having extra training focusing more on HELPING customers not just focusing on shrinkage control.

This does make me happy. Whilst the situation itself was bad, it was the way that Tescos actually dealt with it that left me hurt and humiliated. If I had to go through that so that the next person doesn't have to suffer the distress then while it doesn't make it ok, it makes it slightly easier to bear.

On a more personal note the manager did say that next time I was in store I should ask for him and as a gesture of goodwill he would give me some flowers or something like a bottle of wine to say sorry.

Now while I was NEVER in this for compensation or out for what I could get I have to admit I wasn't really impressed that he would want me to go back to the "scene of the crime"

And I did tell him that.

And then gave him my address.

If Tescos want to say sorry then surely THEY can make the effort.

What do you think?

Let me know

Big Fashionista x x


As I wasn't happy with what had just happened with the store I decided to speak to customer services at head office. They just made me feel really small and said that it seems like the store have it all in hand and if I wasn't happy all they could do was just hand it back to the store. AGAIN

I give up. I really do.

I honestly don't think I will be shopping in Tesco EVER again!!!!!!!

Big Fashionista

UPDATE (I've lost count)

Yesterday I emailed the CEO of Tescos in frustration with my blog link. I have just had an email back saying they will be looking into it.

Hopefully the second to last update

At 4.30 this afternoon I will be going to meet the Store Manager and the Area Manager of Tesco. I don't know what will be happening, what will be said or done. I just hope they can make the assurances that something like this won't happen to anyone else.

I will keep you all informed


When you read through everything that I have written so far I think that the one thing that shines through is my frustration. I never blamed Tesco for the loss of my purse at all. Just the issues that went on afterwards. That was what let Tesco down in my opinion.

This afternoon I met the Manager of the store and the Area Manager. Both very charming men who took the time to explain that they have taken on board what went wrong and are definitely learning from it so that it never happens again. I could have wept with relief. They will be looking at the security issues not only in that store but in other stores as well. They acknowledged they made mistakes in places where they had a chance to put things right and they apologised profusely in person.

I think all I ever wanted was someone to really acknowledge that what I went through was wrong and today I got that.

After I had spoken to them and they had made their apologies I was happy, I was never in this for anything other than getting the issues resolved.

But the managers had other ideas, and once again almost made me cry. (but in a good way) Any old apology can come with flowers and chocolates to say sorry for the way that you were treated, but not only as a gesture of goodwill did I get that, the manager was a total sweetheart and actually went out and bought me a new purse to replace the one that I lost. (cue welling up of tears) Now that is the personal touch. He was really concerned whether he had chosen right and I must admit that he HAD. It is a gorgeous purse I would have picked myself, they also gave me gift vouchers to shop in store but honestly it was the personal touch of the purse that really made me feel appreciated as a customer and made their apology heartfelt.

I have been quick enough to condemn Tesco for their bad behaviour so when they do something so well to put it right surely it is fair that I share that as well.

I am definitely pleased to announce this is the final update to this post. It is finally put to rest. Eventually and with some kicking and screaming Tesco took notice of a customer with an issue and went out of their way to put it right. And I personally am glad it is all over and done with and no-one hopefully will go through this again.

Thank you to everyone who read, commented and retweeted. It certainly meant a lot to me and for that I thank you.

The End


99 problems

Have you missed me?

Well I'm BACK and ready to blog my backside off again.


If you're having blog problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but my blog ain't one

I got the cruise control on the haters patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my comments are closed

Anon critics that say she's "Money Cash sHoes"
I'm from east london stupid what type of facts are those

If you grew up with no potatoes in your mash
You'd celebrate the minute you was having cash

I'm like hell critics you can kiss my whole ********
If you don't like my words you can press unfollow

Got beef with companies if I don't play with SEO
They don't retweet my hits well I don't give a bit, SO

Glossy mags try and use my fine ass
So advertisers can give em more cash for ads...feckers

I don't know what you take me as
or understand the intelligence that Big-F has

I'm from rags to (almost) riches Big F ain't dumb

I got 99 problems but my
Blog ain't one

Hit me

99 Problems but my blog ain't one

If you having blog problems I feel bad for you son

I got 99 problems but my
Blog ain't one

Follow me


Have a fabulous week everyone, I know I am going to

Big Fashionista x x

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