On a night out with the gals...

Gals being our mum, aunty and Dads girlfriend. Gone are the Fridays drinking vodka until 12 am and heading out in short shorts and gold hoops to the club with the dirty floor. I mean... as we approach 30 that sort of behaviour only seems acceptable once every few months. The days are here when dinner in a cute little French bistro replaces 4am trips to the 24hr MacDonalds. Effing ek... when did we get old.

Chez Elles on Brick lane is the perfect place to dine. The owners/waitresses are friendly, helpful, approachable. They remember my dad's girlfriend and make familiar conversation. They served us bread whilst we waited for our aunty and recommended olives until she arrived... and of course, we obliged.

The menu was hard to chose from as there were too many yummy dishes. We went with a goats cheese salad to start and I have never had goats cheese like it. Soft, and creamy and smooth. For mains we indulged in a beautiful rump steak and fries with bone marrow. Something we had not tried before. Everything melted in our mouths. We are drooling as we type. For dessert we all shared, but I had most of the the winner pudding. Pistachio crème brulee... The memory still resides on our taste buds. Mmmmm.

If you ever decide to head to Brick lane for a quiet civilised evening, head here. The atmosphere, the cocktails,  the decor makes for a beautiful, classy, if not very mature evening. We giggled and laughed long into the night.

Kimono from H&M

Hat from Primark

With a weekend back home...

We all know it will involve food. Food, family and friends.

We spent the weekend back where we grew up and had quality time with some of the people that mean most to us. The sun was out which made for a day in the park, even if we were silly enough to go 'black on black... on black' Ahhh well, you can't go wrong with black. There was cheesecake, mocktails and sun...

After a day writing in the park with the gorgeous mum it was time to get dolled up and head for a girlie night out at Rock Salt in Ascot. They treated us lovely and made us custom mocktails. We live a balanced lifestyle, which meant french fries and a sundae were on the menu to indulge in. They were truly worth it. We then went back to our friends and talked about things that would make boys cry... i shall not share, but girls... I'm sure you can imagine.

 Dress from H&M

 Greek yoghurt, frozen banana, agave mousse

 #ottd Sponsored by Primark

 Raspberry Mocktails at Rock Salt Ascot

 Zara heels on the left

Lemon cheesecake from Bray marina

On a day out with her mum...

Eat,  laugh, talk, write.

There is nothing better than good ol quality time with our mum. She our best friend, confidant, therapist, the double to our act and nothing feels right unless we are chin wagging and talking about life. The shallow bits the deep bits the good the bad. We can talk for England. 

So on a hot summers day, a trip to the roof top bar an Boundary in Shoreditch was just what the doctor ordered. We ate almonds and drank our non alcoholic cocktails into the long afternoon, we discussed how we are going to change the world and live life to the full, and when the sun set we went to see 'Begin Again' with Mark Ruffalo and Keira Knightly. Not a bad watch, not the best either. We were left in ore of Keira's wardrobe for the film though. Oh and how pretty she looked too.

All white errrthang #wishlist #white #birkenstocks...

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if she had a conversation with Sal (Some monologues from our script 'Broken Dolls)

Soooo, Sal...

You know how I'm nearly thirty...

Yup, no, I am totally OK with it, I mean it's fine. I got ID'd the other day. Ridiculous because I was buying Camembert and red wine, please tell me what teenager eats Camembert. When I was fifteen I was buying cheese strings and Bacardi Breezers... Although Sal, youngsters are far more sophisticated than we ever were. I saw a thirteen year old smoking an electric ciggie on the bus. It's actually cool 'not' to smoke. 

Anyway, I digress. The thing is Sal, you are good at being an adult, I mean look at you, you wear matching socks and I on the other hand have my card declined when buying toothpaste. So bare this in mind when I tell you... I'm nearly thirty and I have... crabs.

Yes crabs, and I thought I should tell you because we share towels... Well then I thought I should tell you that sometimes I use your posh, fluffy towels. 

I slept with Derek, yes the one that wears cuban heels. 

Because Sal, I had not had sex for like six months... Fine, split hairs... 'nine' months. And I had had two glasses of wine... and he said I had nicheeehands.

What? Sorry?

Oh alright... because he said I had NICE HANDS, alright, satisfied? You know what Sal, screw you and your judgey face. Sometimes I'm vulnerable, sometimes I'm a little bit needy...

And sometimes... I do not shave down there for more than NINE months.

Where’s the fricking sun gone? Pic by the wavy @rayfiasco...

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If she had an idol...

When we were growing up, dreaming of stardom and the big and small screen, we had people we looked up to. Women that inspired us, made us laugh and made us want to get up on stage or behind the camera and do something great. Strong women with a strong sense of self, who made us pee our pants. They still, today, are women we look up to.

Goldie Hawn and Meryl Streep

Brenda Blethyn

Bette Middler

Dawn French

Jennifer Saunders and Joanna Lumley

Julie Walters

Victoria Wood

Susan Sarondon and Genea Davis