Greetings beauties! As you can tell from the title, I will be taking a look at my favourite looks from this year’s Malta Fashion Week and Malta Fashion Awards. As usual, these are my honest opinions and doesn’t mean that anyone not mentioned didn’t have a great outfit because, to be honest with you, I loved them ALL. Many wore local designers and that alone really made it tough for me to pinpoint a few outfits.
Also, make sure you follow these amazing local bloggers/influencers because their influence on me is significant. They keep me going ❤
Hello everybody and welcome back to my blog! Happy September first off; for me September means going back to work and gearing up for Autumn and eventually my favourite season ever, WINTER! This is something I mentioned in my August Favorites post a few days ago, and it’s about seeing indie rock band Kaiser Chiefs live.
So without further ado, let’s get started on this short yet meaningful storytime!
You might think I’ve gone barking mad, but yes. I was in a music video! It may have been a few seconds, but I was. My name was written and everything! I was super excited since I was asked to be a part of it, and kept my mouth shut on my Page and Instagram to give you all a surprise! Read on for an account of this experience.
April has come to a close, which means we get to see what my month was like! Usually, I jot down three goals with hopes to achieve them, or highlight an event that took place, but this month was uneventful apart from two occasions, so instead of three goals I’ll be listing to.
February was an eventful month, from my and my boyfriend’s birthday month, to going on our first weekend getaway, going to a concert, celebrating one year in recovery and so much more, but I had three goals in mind for this month…
1. Celebrating my Birthday [Achieved]
Of course it’s my birthday every year, but this year is my first birthday in recovery. I woke up in the morning with the brightest smile on my face (and this is highly unusual as I am NOT a morning person! And nor will I ever be), all happy that it was my birthday.
Work greeted me with open arms, the children in the Early School (my department) also sung happy birthday to me… and overall it was a good day. My boyfriend couldn’t celebrate with me as he was without a car and couldn’t travel much, but I celebrated it with my BFF and older sister. We watched Harry Potter and got many nice presents during my birthday week.
2. Weekend Getaway
I’d been looking forward to this for AAAAAAAGES. After two weeks recovering from gastric flu and not seeing my boyfriend, I got to spend a weekend annoying the living banjos out of him… and also kick back and relax hehehe.
We went to the Santana Hotel in Bugibba. No regrets there. Great service, great location close to all amenities (and by close, I mean there is an actual convenience store next door). Even though we only had B&B, next I will most definitely book half-board because the food was simply exquisite!
3. Symphonic Beatles
This event was organised by the Malta Philharmonic Orchestra in aid of Qalb it-Tfal (translated to: Children’s Hearts), which is a hospital in Malta that helps parents of prematurely born babies pay for surgeries and doctors’ bills.
After a meltdown about how insecure I felt about what I was wearing and spotting my ex, who coincidentally happened to be sitting several seats away IN THE SAME ROW, the event started. I was really happy with how the event turned out though. All songs were beautifully sung with guests like popular local singer Amber.
So this is what February was like. I’d like to thank everyone for the birthday greetings, presents, likes, comments and overall support. YOU ROCK ❤
I’ve lived on the island of Malta my whole life. That’s over two decades, which is a pretty long time if you ask me. Throughout this time, I’ve learnt a lot on my country: the language, the history, the mysteries, the good, the bad and the plain jaw-dropping amazing. This post is a quick overview and guide on my home country, and ultimately why it’s the most beautiful gem in Europe, if not the world.
I led a normal childhood, as far as I can remember. I was the imaginative, creative weirdo who loved her imaginary friends and playing soccer. I had really good friends of both genders, played well with everyone and the teachers mostly loved me. However, I always had the same problem: I thought too little about consequences of my actions, but was preoccupied with what people taught of me: always was and probably always will be.
There was nothing weird with my family. My parents are your average, strict hard-working parents who wanted the best for their children, and my older sister was… well… an older sister. She means well, I know, but sometimes she can be a bit harsh. But in a good sisterly way, I’m sure.
Fast forward to when I turned eleven: when the problems started. I was moved to all-girls secondary (high) school. I had no friends except for one a year above me (who’s still my best friend to this day… TEN YEARS LATER!), and I always sat with my sister during free periods. I had acne, low self-esteem and a reputation for being an outcast. I went from playing and talking to everyone to being left out, getting picked last for team work and talking to nobody but my sister and my best friend. During secondary school, I used to think I had depression, but brushed it off. The idea never stuck. Me, former class clown, depressed?! Nah!
I only ever liked three subjects at school: English, Italian and French. Having three languages was no walk in the park. I loved writing stories in English and present them to my teachers, who all told me the same thing: “You have talent”. I used to hate my French teacher for the two years that I had her, and never did my homework. She told me I’d fail, but I always got good marks in French. Italian was a different story. We were a tight-knit group, and I still sometimes talk to some of them when I see them around.
Also during this time I was bullied. The names were endless: weirdo, strange, Shrek, ugly. I was also called names for listening to rock music and always being gloomy. But that’s how I was. They’d never understand the consequences of their words.
In June 2011, I lost my uncle to cancer. It was one of the saddest days of my life. Despite not being too close with him, he always had nothing but wise words of wisdom to tell me and my sister. The day he died I was sick, in bed, studying his favourite subject: the French Revolution. I dedicated my History exam to him… didn’t go so well. I got an E. Sorry, Uncle. I still love you.
That year, in October, came the saddest day of my life: losing my grandfather. My hero, the greatest man to ever enter my life. He was smart, funny, a good man all in all: the person I aspired to become when I was older. I spent that day just staring without a focus on things. I was so sad that all I did when I went home was stare at the ceiling, remember the good old days with him. The laughter, sadness and wisdom we shared together. Losing him left me devastated and unable to cope.
That led me to a downward spiral. I’d call my mum, crying that I hated everyone and everything, that I was alone and no one would miss me. This left her a little worried, but she brushed it off as a phase, simple sadness or something of that sort. 2011-2012 were the worst years of my life. My grades were plummeting; I had just two friends and being single didn’t help at all. I thought nobody wanted to be with me, or even liked me. I hid it all: the pain, the sadness, being lonely and alone. I hid it like it was nothing. And I was good at it. I good at making people think I was okay.
Fast forward three years. I was still sad, constantly tired, didn’t enjoy the things I used to love—reading and watching series—and my self-esteem was ever so low.
During that time, however, something did change: I started seeing someone. As he plays a role in this, we’ll call him X. X was smart, charming, a fellow animal lover and mature. I was instantly in love. We were both Beatles fans, and having met for the first time on John Lennon’s birthday made the relationship extra special. I was working as a secretary, and was not happy with my job. X encouraged me to call someone for help. Something I wanted to do for ten years… and it happened. I called my psychologist, Dr G, and set up my first appointment for December 2015. Also during that time, I went to see a doctor, and told him about my health issues. He told me to take a blood test, because it might have been thyroid issues, and if they came out negative, chances are I have depression. And, lo and behold…
The tests came out negative.
I had depression. It all just got real now. After ten years, I was finally diagnosed.
Soon enough, things with X were going sour. He’d be encourage me to do thigs the hard way—go hard or go home, he’d tell me in his own way—like putting on make-up, changing my style, moving out, not listen to my parents and much more. X would tell me he means well and cares about my wellbeing, which for him meant cutting my family off. Unfortunately, being blinded by my love for him, I listened to him. I spent about three months not talking to my family.
Things started getting worse, and one day, he just told me that it was better to stay away from him. I spent the next three days in hospital, crying for him, crying for dear life, with my mother by side. Oh, mother, if it wasn’t for you then, I’d probably have killed myself. She came with me to every doctor’s appointment, kissed me goodnight and checked up on me constantly. I felt stupid for having cut her off of my life because of X. Stupid and foolish and sad at the same time.
And finally we come to the present:
I’m seeing a specialist every four weeks to overlook my progress
As a few of you may already know, from the 1st until 5th of August I was on holiday with my older sister. We travelled to Budapest and also spent a day in Vienna. It was an amazing adventure and I’ve seen so many things, and enjoyed learning about a whole new culture (as I usually do when travelling to a new country).
I will be showing you what I bought in relation to fashion, accessories, souvenirs and more (in no chronological order).
Let’s start shall we…?
I got this first piece from Stradivarius. It’s a blue playsuit with half-length sleeves and a floral print. It shows the cleavage a it too much for my likings so I’ll be sewing a piece of it.
The next thing I got is yet another playsuit, but this time from a store called C&A. It’s got thin spaghetti straps, and a lace detail on the V-neck and thigh bits. It’s completely covered with a cute little floral print on a black background. I’ve already worn this on my way back home from the holiday, and let me tell you: it looks and feels good wearing it!
Next up are these two cute tank tops from Tezenis. One has a comic strip-style type of print, while the other has cute little bananas all over it.
Up next is this cute bikini top and bottom (not as a set) from H&M. I needed a girlier bikini than the swimsuit I have and this was the result! I love the floral print on the top and the crochet-like part on the bottoms.
These shorts are also from H&M. I love everything about it, from the print down to its style.
I also got this cute Pusheen pyjama trousers from H&M. I couldn’t resist, I just had to buy them!
This top is also from H&M. It has birds perching on a plant all over it. Love it!
These trousers are also from H&M (will this ever end? Nope, up next are accessories!). They’re a big big round the legs but I like how it fits.
Up next are the accessories I got from H&M, which are… a lot, as much as I bought clothes.
I got this baby pink compact selfie stick, which I needed as I was borrowing my dad’s for the holiday. Worth every penny.
Also got this transparent make-up bag, which I needed as my old one is a bit too small.
I also bought an eyebrow fixing brush and this body spray in a pink macaroon smell. The smell is AMAZING.
Also from H&M is this cute pug sharpener. For those who know me really well, they know how much I love pugs… and dogs in general.
I also got two pairs of shoes, one black and the other with blue and white stripes.
Last two items from H&M are these knee-high socks and sunglasses pouch which says ‘Be Wild and Wander’ on it.
Next up are items I got from Claire’s! They had a buy 6 pay for 3 offer so me and my older sister got three items each, and this are my things!
First up is this cute polar bear with sparkly blue eyes, which I named Gunther (for those who watch Adventure Time know what I mean).
Second and third item I got were these two beautiful golden hair bands, one with leaves on it and the other with little flowers.
I got this mini USB ventilator from a store called Colosseum in Vienna. Was slightly disappointed that it didn’t work when I tried it at my hotel room.
I think I got these from Colosseum as well. They’re white trainers with a rubbery type front. They’re a bit dirty as I’d worn them with the C&A playsuit already shown previously.
I also don’t know where I got this tshirt from, but for sure it’s from Vienna. It has cat-themed graphics all over it, which I think are cute.
From Promod I got this comfy dress. It has a bit of rope that ties round the waist and has yellow flowers all over it. And the bonus? It has POCKETS. I love pockets on dresses.
I got this wire from a store called Tiger. It had loads of home decors and school supplies. It was my sister’s heaven (she’s a teacher).
From a vintage store I got these pair of sunglasses and this cute shirt.
Last but not least (finally) are the clothes I got from Reserved.
First up is this striped top with midi sleeves.
Up next is this black dress with the shoulder cut out thingies (dunno what else to call them but that).
I also got these lightweight trousers.
… And there’s the mandatory souvenirs. I collect snowglobes, which is why I bought two: one from Vienna and the other from Budapest.
That’s all I got from Budapest and Vienna. I hope you enjoy my hauls. If you want more of these posts please let me know! That’s it from me; see you on the flip side!
I grew up with acne and it only started clearing up a few years ago. However, when the time of the month (you know the one) is approaching, the occasional blister or pimple here of there graces my appearance into something close to a xenomorph from Alien (oh yes, I went there with my movie trivia).
But then… BREAKTHORUGH. With a small product from The Body Shop.
This targeting gel looks like a lip gloss at first glance, and even the applicator looks like it. You simply apply the gel to the pimple and voila! Done-zo!
This product has really been a life saviour for my face. Its effectiveness and long-lasting effect makes this product more worthy than a 5/5 for me.