The Monthly Scrapbook | June

Like all the adults say, June has flown by. It was all my feet barely touched the ground and in the blink of an eye, it’s nearly July. It’s been a brilliantly busy month and I’ve decided to focus on a few awesome parts of this last month. This last month that even managed to provide the UK with a good few days of glorious sun and helped me get a little bit of a tan for my graduation next month, eeep!

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The first highlight of June began on the very first day of (what turned out to be quite) the summery month. My monthly online newsletter all about feminism kickstarted the month and the 1st was a very proud day for me. Not only did I adore the mini debate it sparked, I loved having friends and even people I don’t know reading my friend’s and my words. Feminism Up (which you can subscribe to HERE!) has also meant a further excuse to meet up with my friends throughout the month, including a trip to the beach for ice cream and photographs with my good friend Tom who I rarely get to see because he lives up North!

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This month faced up to the fact that university is well and truly over, and did so with two trips to clean my house and take home my stuff. The first trip started with good friends and a pub evening which felt needed after a month of not seeing my favourite coursemates. This week, however, saw the final trip up to my home for the last two years, to do one final clean and take a few pictures outside our run down house that we like to pretend is charming, but, truthfully it’s not. But if you don’t laugh about it, you cry! After half an hour of tackling bin bags that had split open, Rose, Harry (two of my housemates) and I took a few snaps, and I made them promise they’d look for a flat in Cardiff with a “Joey” room for me to stay in.

HonorJune ended with a spontaneous trip to get another ear piercing. I had vaguely wondered if I wanted a second earlobe piercing, but a message from Honor that read “I really fancy getting more ear piercings today” confirmed that, yes, I did want another one. Even though it was just about the least edgy spontaneous trip ever, we joked about the I-didn’t-wake-up-knowing-this-would-happen-today-ness all the same. The trip ended with us trying a chai latte for the first time ever and after just one sip, we knew this would be a regular thing.

With many (last week I went to the beach four times!) beach trips, hours in the pub and even the best few days in Rome, June has been pretty sunny! It’s been full of highlights and while it’s been bloomin’ great, I’m really excited to get myself one of those adult routines people talk about. Can I just grab one at the supermarket?

~ Kat ~

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One City, Two Feet | When in Rome

I am a big advocate for exploring a city by foot to maximise adventures, sightseeing and, of course, opportunities to sneak into a bar for a quick beverage. My city breaks to Dublin and Paris gave me this mentality ,and while Aaron and I walked lots in these cities, I learnt a lot about the benefits of touring by walking on my trip to Rome. We didn’t once touch public transport and although metros and trams are naturally brilliant, I adored giving my feet a hard time and seeing every beautiful Italian building I possibly could by doing so.

IMG_2594Every corner of Rome tells a story, whether that be a tiny tale or a grand series of events. History oozes out of the city and tourists are aware of the famous ground they are stood upon. Italy is on almost everyone’s bucket list and I know it occupied my number one spot since I was a child. My favourite food was pizza. It only made sense. Where else would I go? As I got older, enjoyed history and learning in general, Italy became an attractive bucket list bullet point for a million other reasons. I genuinely believe I wouldn’t have felt as adventure-fulfilled without the many blisters on my feet by the time the last evening rolled about.

The history of Rome is even popular among the youngest of children. Perhaps because of its colourful and very scary past, children tune in a little more forgiving of learning about what happened way before they were born. I remember learning about the Coliseum and its purpose long before I retained other historical facts. I think we are all interested in gladiators and chariot races and all of the whys, whens and whos. My forgotten love for history easily crept up on me when walking around, taking in even the smallest of details among those big things we were told about as kids. Learning is something I adore and by using my two feet all times in Rome, I realised I want to read a good few books about the history of Rome. I didn’t know enough about the brilliant sights that accompanied me on my wanders.

I think the sheer amount more you see by foot is priceless. My brother and I might not have visited and marvelled at the Altare dell Patria quite so many times; we might not have found my very favourite scoop of ice cream (pistachio- and I had pistachio on two occasions); we might not have had so many opportunities to bring out our Uno cards. To get the most out of just a few days in a city, the city demands respect. A lot of love in a short amount of time. And for that, two feet need to be at one with the city at all times.

I aim to run at every location I visit. However, due to luggage restrictions, I could not in Rome. Being someone who loves working out on holiday, this didn’t need to suck. And the over 100,000 steps we accumulated in two and a half days ensured this. Through walking, not only can you always be up close and personal with a city, you can see so many possible eating spots for “later” and make a well-informed (it’s an important part of the day!) decision about where you’re going to get your Italian carbs in! This is my last post in my seven day run of posts about my amazing trip to Rome. I am super grateful for the stupidly awesome birthday present but I am equally delighted to announce that the Uno championship we took part in (it’s less official than I made that sound) consisting of 127 games finished with one deserved winner. And that winner was me.

~ Kat ~

P.S. Yesterday I wrote about my favourite place in Rome.

21 Italian Adventures | When in Rome

I was endlessly lucky on my 21st birthday this year. I was beyond spoilt; part of this included the stupidly generous gift from my brother… A trip to Rome. I had the best time; exploring the beautiful capital city of Italy for two and a half days. I adore the Italian lifestyle and concluded that it is a very relaxed lifestyle; relaxed yet passionate. The Italians seem to have understood what life should be about, and I enjoyed pretending to be Italian for a few days, hoping to take this brilliant nature with me. When in Rome, I took advantage of my surroundings and took part in a few mini Italian adventures- as outlined below!

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  1. A Peroni (or two) in the sun
  2. A cold Birra Moretti after a long – long – walk
  3. Eating pizza
  4. Eating pasta
  5. And eating all of the gelato
  6. Walking, what I like to call, an Italian amount of steps (a lot of steps)
  7. Travelling by foot to ensure maximum Rome absorbance
  8. Hearing Italian pop songs in between too many English-speaking pop songs
  9. Spotting city-goers who just had to be Italian (dressed well; looked super chilled and weren’t sweating like my brother and me)
  10. Falling for the charms of every Italian waiter/waitress. The Italians know how to draw you in
  11. Laughing at the restaurants competing cheerily with each other
  12. Waking up to bright blue skies every single day
  13. Adoring the many fountains that I just must have one in my garden when I’m older
  14. Becoming ever-so-slightly accustomed to the hilly-ness of the city
  15. Feeding off of the excitement that surrounds the Famous Places- you can laugh at tourism all you like but there’s something infectious that comes with it for free
  16. Indulging in an Italian sunset falling upon the famous city; lilac, peach and orange
  17. Catching the Italian language (and not having a clue what has been said- lazy Brit)
  18. Enjoying evenings beside the glistening river
  19. Becoming a massive fan of architecture because you simply can’t not be when in Rome
  20. Nearly – nearly – understanding the crazy road system (as a pedestrian; I definitely don’t understand it as a driver)
  21. Adoring Italy so much that I want to live there- it’s basically a guaranteed by-product

I might have been home for a few days now but I’m still very much, mentally, in Rome. “This time last week I was…”, I keep beginning utterances with. It’s a city that’s definitely hard to forget but I’m enjoying documenting it like an online scrapbook all the same; wishing to remember every detail possible. I still have a few more posts up my sleeve; photographs I’m excited to share and tips that may be handy. Have you been to Italy? What made you feel particularly Italian?

~ Kat ~

P.S. Rome from my Favourite Points of View

Rome from My Favourite Points of View | When in Rome

A bumpy and brilliant skyline against easy blue sky and fluffy white clouds. Picture perfect green dots that protect the river elegantly flowing through the city. The silhouette of concrete magnificence that teases an even better view when you see it up close. Rome’s beauty is just like the books say and it is from every single angle. Timelessly strong yet needing our attention right this second. Rome so often politely requested our mouths to form the perfect “o” shape and today I am documenting my favourite places to catch slices of Rome in one wonderful blink of an eye.

IMG_2310.JPGVilla Borghese’s lookout point brings tourists the views fairytales can only dream of. The day was a little misty from up high but the view brought the perfect pops of colour to complement the oranges ahead of the trees. I think the lookout point brings an element of “normal” to the grand city; a charming amount of normality to a city otherwise stand alone. Every time I analyse this photo, I find something new and I don’t wish to exhaust this any time soon. (I like to pretend I’m still exploring the city.)

IMG_2403.JPGTwo out of three evenings in the sizzling capital city of Italy were spent on the riverbank that overlooked the River Tiber, which brought a splash of calm to our agenda-filled days. While a large chunk of Rome could not be absorbed from my seat by the water, one of my favourite parts of Rome could. The riverbank never strayed into “busy” territory, but those who pondered by brought a content kind of liveliness a day on our feet desired. My eyes fell into the river’s reflections and I could quite happily dwindle away every evening by that river… If only.

IMG_2343.JPGThe Altare dell Patria’s steps are not only impressive, but they lead to the perfect lookout point for anyone who adores architecture or is merely a novice who is starry eyed in the face of the plethora of differing make ups of buildings. My brother and I said hello to the building every time we passed and revisited because it was too tempting not to. Whether Rome was brilliantly busy or unusually quiet, the Altare dell Patria treats the eyes to the view of grand buildings, spectacular colours and an injection of the city’s unique vibe.

It is amazingly easy to stumble across a breath-taking view when visiting Rome. I could have rambled on for ever about this place and that place, but these three views appeared in my mind so quickly that I couldn’t deny an obvious top three. An extra view, however, I want to quickly mention is the view at the Knights of Malta Keyhole. I didn’t want to say too much because it’s meant to be a surprise (don’t google!), but I must say that the queue is worth the peek through the keyhole. Have you been to Rome? What are your favourite views?

~ Kat ~

P.S. Yesterday I blogged about day three of my trip: Day Three: 4 Scoops.

What’s in my Backpack? | Summer City Break Essentials

Tomorrow my brother and I are heading to (what have I heard is) the beautiful city of Rome. After months of stalking Instagram accounts, reading tales of bloggers in Rome and excitedly flicking through my Lonely Planet guide, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. Although I am questioning the practicality of my (what I have heard is a controversially) beautiful silver backpack, I purchased my new favourite accessory with Rome in mind. I believe I’m going to look as cool as cucumber. Here are the bits and bobs I will be popping in my rucksack every morning (and shoving in my brother’s backpack because I’m choosing silver over sensible).

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The Sensible Section

  • Suncream
  • Water
  • Plasters
  • Harem pants
  • A light cardigan
  • Sunglasses
  • Brush
  • Hairbands

As we all should be, I am such a suncream keen bean. Without the mixture of suncream and water, I get a dosage of heat exhaustion and that is not pretty- especially not abroad when you want to be having fun. We will be walking a lot and stumbling across a few blisters- plasters will ease the whining. I will keep some harem pants close to me for destinations that require more coverage in order to be respectful, a light cardigan if my shoulders need covering (from the sun, mostly!) and sunglasses to save my eyes! I will keep a brush and hairbands with me for when the city temperatures overwhelm me and my hair, as per usual, refuses to cooperate.

The Fun Stuff

  • A notepad and pen: I am visiting Rome with a strong intention to purchase many a beverage and sit outside pretending to be Italian at as many cafes as possible. Thus, a notepad is key. I bought my brother a matching one. Since we are not averse to being a little pretentious, the thought of sitting al fresco with a drink in one hand and a pen in another to write out all we have done makes me super excited.
  • Uno: My brother and I intend to play Uno a lot in Rome (whilst being super cultural, of course). So much that we are going to keep a tally (an I-tally, if you will). Uno is probably the most important essential in this post- a hand with two +4s will only create the best memories.
  • A book (Dreams from my Father by Barack Obama): I hope to have plenty of opportunities to soak in greenery with a book in my hand. My brother bought me this book for my birthday and I’m excited to see what it’s like. We will be surrounded by such incredible sights and they need to be the backdrop for a chapter or two.

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The Organisation Musts

  • The Lonely Planet (Rome 2017 edition): I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it enough on the blog, but The Lonely Planet guides are my true love. My brother and I have planned our trip with this book at the very centre of it. I’m sure I’ll be bringing it out to help us on our adventures along the way.
  • A little money pouch: Being very wary of pick-pocketers, I’ll store my money in a little pouch all locked away in my bag for all of the gelato I’m going to test.
  • Portable charger: A portable charger is a definite essential if I use my phone to take photos and upload an Instagram or three per day. Mine is super small and will slot perfectly into my bag without taking up much space at all.

What are your summer city break essentials? While pottering around in places such as cities I am extra cautious about pesky pick-pocketers. I’m very careful about what I take with me; the number one essential really being a sense of awareness and common sense (you’ve taught me well, mum). I’m counting down the hours until I step off of the plane and into a place I am assured will be one of my favourite destinations yet! Eeee!

Have you been to Rome? I would appreciate any tips!

~ Kat ~

Scales Shmales

Before tip-tapping away about why we shouldn’t value our lives with a strong focus on a number, of course, scales can be absolutely vital in determining health for some people; a tool needed when wanting to health up. I also am no nutritionist, but I love health, however, despise the notion of obsession that so many experience. And often, at the heart of it, is this sad step (as Joe Wicks brilliantly calls it) that we are repulsed by and yet also worship; eager to impress it; eager for it to bring us happiness. Wait? A device can bring us happiness?! (Spoilers: it can’t.)

I probably weigh myself about four or five times a year. I really buy into the idea that if we are eating a balanced diet and exercising lots (whilst also looking after our mental health), how we feel is what health is. Of course there are ifs and buts but I’m lucky enough to say that’s all that there is for me. Healthy and happy? That’s what I strive for. Call me selfish but I want to live for as long as I possibly can- longevity is my priority. A month or so ago was one of my “ooooh, I forgot about scales” moments. I brought down the scales and stepped on them. In this moment I fully understood the term “flabbergasted.” I’d gained 5lb. For someone who “never” fluctuates from a particular weight, yeah, I was shocked, astounded and most certainly flabbergasted all at once.

I’ve always been pretty sensible about how I think about my body. Even when I was a self-conscious teenager, I’ve been raised with a healthy attitude towards food (with the accidental eating of five galaxy cake bars some afternoons). And in a change of some digits, I felt that monster so many of my friends are slaves to. I got it. It crept up inside me, my eyes widened and I hurriedly popped the scales back in their spot. Rationality was out of the question; panic was well and truly on the table. Alongside my porridge with fruit- a breakfast I’m eating as often as possible to compliment my lifestyle. I stared at the breakfast I used to despise and I scoffed: well, you’ve been no help.

I know I’m lucky to have a healthy mindset without any invasion from awful illnesses but after half an hour, I decided: scales shmales. 

Our bodies are clever things. They deal with a lot. They try to help us out even when we aren’t helping them out. They forgive a lot. Now I know muscle weighs more than fat (and if this is the answer to that 5lb, I was still aghast). And I know us women have a million factors that affect that silly number (and, once again, I still didn’t blink for a minute or so). And, yes, I know I’m pretty respectful of my body (and I still questioned what I haven’t been doing to maintain a particular weight). But, despite all of this and more, I freaked out.

My friends – male and female – suffer with a number that isn’t as easily translatable as we all still believe. A friend checks her weight every single day- even though she knows how nonsensical the science behind this is. It simply doesn’t accurately define anything. A friend works out at the gym and looks brilliant- but he gets down about his “number” never getting heavier. Body worries come in all different shapes and sizes; just like us. There is no one size fits all, but I’m pretty certain abolishing the scales’ (or dramatically reducing) input in our lives makes a brilliant difference. Find alternative ways to measure your health- it sounds cliche; but start with happiness.

That 5lb? Honestly, I don’t know if it’s still there. I don’t know if I’ve lost, maintained or gained weight. Blissfully ignorant is how I like it. I’m at the gym or swimming, running or Zumba-ing to inspire those endorphins. I’m eating in my own balanced kind of way. And while I’ve been cracking open a bottle of beer a bit too frequently lately (note to self: choose gin more often), I’m super happy. I think I’ve spotted my arms tightening and my longer runs I wasn’t able to do a couple of months ago have congratulated my legs. It’s a good thing to like ourselves, and maybe we go back to the scales because they make us feel so glum. We’re not supposed to like ourselves, my goodness. But our bodies are here for the long-run and let’s fuel them with a balanced diet, exercise and strive for far better outlooks while it looks out for us every single second of the day.

So many factors affect our weight and health is not easily defined, but we fall for this idea that we just must be this perfect weight to be happy. And yet I’m happiest when I define my health with a smile at my reflection or a happy sigh at some new muscle definition. While I will probably wipe the dust of the scales a couple of times a year, I’m going to avoid them even more. If we are doing our best (and are lucky enough to have this outlook and choice), scales shmales.

~ Kat ~

 

How to: Hygge in the Summertime

After reading The Art of Hygge by Jonny Jackson and Elias Larsen before YouTubing how to pronounce “hygge” (“hoo-gah”) to confirm my pronunciation, I consider myself a fully-qualified expert- with letters after my name and everything. We’ve all heard how Denmark breathes happiness; their lifestyle being one of a kind. It is often thought that hygge is partly responsible for this. Hygge describes feeling “cosy” and “comfortable,” and although these qualities are ones us silly British people ascribe solely to winter, it is more than applicable to my favourite season of them all- summer! This glorious book opened my eyes to those little things in life that make us content and happy that can most certainly be applied over the next few months.

IMG_2156As soon as the first layer of winter frost hugs the cars in the streets, I bring out my candles, finding comfort in their yellow flicker many of us see as only compatible with cold evenings. Yet candles are essential to hygge; they create an “inviting atmosphere.” While I wouldn’t normally pick out my favourite candle excitedly like a kid in a sweet shop (or me in a sweet shop) on a summer’s evening, I did just that last week. And holy moly, we should not deprive ourselves of candles during the summertime.

This brilliant book showed me that there are so many hyggelig ideas I am already incorporating into my life that have been a particularly welcome feature of my summers. Wanting to incorporate the Danish way as much as possible, I will be using this little book as a guidebook for a wonderfully happy summer. Here are a few ways I’ve already been letting cosy into my summers:

  • Natural lighting is “essential to our happiness,” and while I cheer at the sight of natural lighting during the winter (it’s a necessity when my Instagram theme matches the dull sky outside), summer’s frequent giving of natural light during our warmer months ensures I am hygge’s number one fan all year round.
  • Fresh air and the outside can sprinkle hygge into our lives in abundance. A Danish proverb insists “fresh air keeps the doctor poor” and, like so many of us, I itch to be outside for as many hours as possible in the summer months. Grey sky or picture-perfect blue, I am not one to suffer inside!
  • S’mores are my new favourite thing. Just a few weeks ago I had my first s’more (I’m very late to the party), and with it’s gooey centre and warm and crunchy hug protecting it, I can confirm that’s one cosy summer necessity.

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Now feeling a bit too big for my flip flops, I believe a few things I adore to do in the summertime encourage the feeling of hygge:

  • Making homemade lemonade (on a Sunday- for extra hygge points).
  • Slipping on wellington boots and splashing in summer’s tears.
  • Having a BBQ on the beach.

The Art of Hygge is not only the perfect gift and coffee table book, it is simply a brilliant reminder of the warmth the simple things can provide us with when Britain is being Britain, and raining its way all the way through June, July and August. It’s actually the kind of book I adore delving into in order to feel cosy; to experience hygge itself. A Friday evening was spent, wrapped up in a blanket, a candle flickering in my peripheral vision while I fell for this book’s magical words and soothing design. I’m a sucker for cosy-looking pictures and this book delivers these beautifully. With ideas to further explain the notion of hygge, recipes to help us hygge up and little DIY tricks to make our every day feel that bit more cosy, it’s a book we all need to help us when we get swept up in the hustle and bustle of Monday to Sunday.

I can’t wait to dip in and out of The Art of Hygge, taking its advice and following its oh-so-hygge recipes. Do you need to smother your life with hygge? Do you already? Let me know!

~ Kat ~

The Yearly Sunset Tradition

Last Saturday continued a tradition Alissa and I have carried out for the last three years: sunset, cider and selfies. A Saturday after both of us finish exams for the summer, Alissa and I head down to the beach with ciders and snacks (this trip also included prosecco and Malibu- we have finished university, after all). We breathe a fair few sighs of relief, sip on summery drinks and snack while we watch the sun get sleepy before it shuts its eyes for a few hours. Our yearly evening viewing at the beach is our equivalent of the cast of High School Musical’s “What Time Is It?” After months of counting down, we unwind to the sound of waves and feel relieved that it is time to be chillin’ out. Smooth.

SunsetttttSunset meSunset selfieSunsettI am currently making my way through a brilliantly eye-opening book about hygge (more on that on the blog later), the Danish word that doesn’t perfectly translate to feeling “cosy.” As the book describes, “there is something inherently powerful and sacred about sunsets.” The colours that so fantastically and yet easily glide through the sky naturally inspire the feeling of hygge. It is probably my favourite way to feel cosy, while bowing down to the brilliance of nature. Living by the beach is my favourite thing about where I live (only a walk away from the best ice cream ever is the second best selling point), and I live for evenings like this: pebbles beneath my feet; camera in hand; a friend by my side!

A theme that made me adore Frankenstein by Mary Shelley (wait a few moments- I am making my way to an A-Level-y point here) is the power of nature. Although we rarely empathise with the protagonist, Victor, his relationship with nature is an interesting one. Many of the beautiful parts of the story are written with nature as its backdrop; the reader acknowledging the power of nature alongside Victor. It is the evenings that are accompanied by the pebbles and the sea that I feel a little – a little – like Victor. The poignant focus on the sky, the sea and the land (rather than ourselves) is something we would all benefit from; even if we aren’t planning on creating a monster any time soon.

Even though I’m still waiting for my letter to Hogwarts (as a mature student), I believe sunsets are the closest thing us muggles will get to magic. It’s pretty hard to not romanticise nature’s dance when your TV for the evening is the sky. While we don’t change the channel, the sky tells us a different story with its every change of colour. Alissa and I rounded off our night with a drink at the pub- just another hyggelig activity to end a pretty perfect evening!

~ Kat ~

Tale as Old as Time: the Election and Sexism | Feminism Up

In the UK, we are eagerly awaiting June 8th: Election Day. Tensions are high and we are being told what to think left, right and… a bit less centre. A discussion I heard recently prompted quite the unsavoury thought: One is simply not a feminist if they don’t vote May. I wish not to delve into the Left vs Right discussion (violent debate), but to reaffirm this: Providing your reasoning for not voting Conservatives this June is not “because she’s a woman,” casting your vote elsewhere is not sexist; it is not a stab in the back to feminism. The same naturally applies to the other female-lead parties and if the sentiment were to be flipped gender-wise, of course, we find the very same answer. If feminism is and continues to become the all-inclusive club so many of us want it to be, gender should not come into our pros and cons list when we are deciding who to vote for. Commenting on a candidate’s gender – in any way, shape or form – is entirely counterproductive, inappropriate and not all that “21st Century.”

There’s this idea that supporting women – especially in areas such as politics where there are few – means agreeing mindlessly with every woman. If we do not agree mindlessly with any of the men in politics, it seems unfair and wrong to nod fiercely in response to female politicians when we’re really thinking, no no no. Of course we want to see strong female leaders, but this reason alone is not enough to endorse someone you don’t actually agree with. Although if you do agree with a particular candidate, producing a female leader is of course a desirable by-product in a still male-dominated world.

This election season – unfortunately, predictably – has produced some harrowing, sexist comments. The ridiculously lazy focus on May’s appearance and clothing makes for poor writing, and the careless and frequent attempts at comparing May to Thatcher is just getting boring now. Just because we’ve only ever had two female Prime Ministers, it doesn’t mean we need to succumb to this need to, as per usual, compare two women. Similarly, last year’s US election saw many keyboard warriors thriving under the desire to comment on Clinton’s capability as a woman. While, of course, You-Know-Who was Textbook Sexist and, although his capability was questioned, it was not questioned in terms of gender.

Whether you are politically affiliated or haven’t got a clue who to vote for this week, any focus on gender is a waste of time. Although for the time being, commentary on a politician’s gender (providing they are female, of course) is like the gherkin in your burger (unwanted and yucky, but lurking all the same), we need to keep taking it out. And us, ladies? If it weren’t for the suffragettes, we just might not have our vote. Question and fight the sexist commentary thrown about and (hopefully in a well-informed manner) vote for whoever you like. Just make sure you do.


Last week I launched a monthly newsletter about all things feminism. I explained it more in depth in THIS post but, to summarise, Feminism Up aims to include EVERYBODY in the chat about sexism and inequality while supporting the feminist movement. While a couple of articles are written by me, each issue is to include pieces by other writers voicing their thoughts and experiences! Since the election is in a couple of days, I thought it would be a good idea to also publish this post to my blog. There are three other articles in issue #1 and, if you want to check it out, you can sign up HERE! If you do sign up, please confirm your subscription as well as adding Feminism Up to your address book so the newsletter gets sent directly to you!

Only a couple more days until the big day and I really, really encourage you to vote this Thursday- if we want politicians to listen to our voice, we have to get to our polling stations! In the mean time, Feminism Up.

~ Kat ~

 

Leg Day | Race for Life 2017

A sunny Saturday morning would normally entail a lovely walk to work before spending all day feeling jealous of all of the beach-goers (I work at a shop near the sea front) with their ice-creams and smiles. Today, though, I got to “Saturday,” and though you might scoff, it was up there with one of my favourite reasons to have a day off- running. Mum and I had an early start, setting off to Windsor (I only realised the day before where exactly we were going- it’s an hour or so from our home oops!) with our pink t-shirts and excitement to run a 10k in the name of Cancer Research.

Race for LifeRace for LifeeThe run took place at Windsor’s racecourse and it was an incredible route. Two laps around the BE-AU-TIFUL racecourse, surrounded by water, trees and thankfully, a warm sky- even at half nine in the morning! My mum has been injured for the last few weeks but us taking part in the run was one of her final challenges remaining (I set her 50 challenges to do as a present for her 50th birthday) and she did a very good job considering! I’ve got a pretty cool mum, even if I do say so myself.

It was amazing to see the bubbles of pink; the numbers of women who turned up on a Saturday morning for a brilliant course. There was a great sense of togetherness. Running events do this as it is; but when we are all clubbing together for a specific course? It was inspiring. Reading the signs on women’s backs (whether there is a name or two or a more general reason for running) is always particularly poignant. Mum and I haven’t managed to raise any money yet (we WILL though). If you would like to donate to us, you can check out our page here: 50 Ticks Race for Life.

On a particularly selfish note, I haven’t taken part in an organised run for a over half a year because of university. This morning has got me so so pumped to book some runs for the near future in. Someone asked me yesterday if I actually enjoy running because, although he ran a race in a super respectable time, he doesn’t enjoy it. But I do. I love the buzz and I love races. On my urgent to-do list is, book in one race. If you’re looking for a race to sign up to in the near future, definitely check out a Race for Life run near you- they really are brilliant.

~ Kat ~