No Storage? No Problem: What's in my bathroom?

This is the first of a series of little tours around different areas of our flat. Starting in the bathroom. Originally I was going to make this a video, but it was so cringe worthy and awkward I figured a post would do.

Our bathroom has no storage. At all. So getting something to put everything in was top priority after we'd moved in. It took us ages to find the perfect thing though, eventually we settled on this from Argos. It's definitely more substance over style, but it more than adequately serves its purpose. Four huge drawers ready to be filled with mostly my stuff as my boyfriend's idea of a skincare routine is soap and Vaseline body moisturiser.

Here are some photos of it in situ, the others are all taken in the sitting room as the light is better in there.

La Roche-Posay Round Up

Better late than never...

La Roche-Posay is the French pharmacy brand to end all French pharmacy brands. Here's a summary of what I've tried and loved from them.

French Fancy

My parents spent the late stages of September in France and naturally I sent them off with a list of things I wanted. Here is the haul of things they brought back for me. Thanks Mum and Dad!

Skincare Routine

This has been a post I’ve been wanting to write from the start, what I spend minutes in the mornings and evenings doing. I kill so much time in the bathroom. A record being 45 minutes to take make-up off and brush my teeth. At home I’m lucky enough not to have to share my bathroom unless we have guests and my university room has its own sink. So I can spend as much time as I like just thinking about stuff.

La Roche-Posay Sun Care

As will become clear in the next few posts I have an unhealthy obsession with La Roche-Posay skin care products. French skin care is known to be of a high quality and when traveling in previous years I know my Mum has picked up French sun cream too.

What's in my travel make-up bag?

So I’ve come home for the Easter Holidays and thought I would share what I decided to bring back home with me. It could probably be described in two words: too much.