Millennials- Cold Brew Basic Bi*ches. 

Seems legit.

I’ve been seeing more and more articles discussing millennials. Almost as if they’re not for my eyes, they’re for the baby boomers. Their sole purpose seemingly an alarming call to arms- they’re spoilt, self-centred, narcissistic, entitled kids, who refuse to invest in the economy, and are the ruin and downfall of society. Oh and they’re obsessed with a certain shade of pink. Wow. Excuse me while I ignore this information and post another selfie and work on my reality TV career.

What is a ‘millennial’?

The term is often enthusiastically thrown around media outlets. Most use it as a term describing those born between the early 80s and the early 00s. Twenty years of birthdays. So technically, it is describing people from the age 17-37. You’ll have to double check my maths here as, sadly I was raised in an easy childhood where GCSE’s were dumbed down astoundingly in comparison to O-Levels in the 60s. 

Sarcasm is probably another one of my selfish traits honed from years of laziness and a lack of compassion for society.

So essentially, a person who is still in school, dealing with the ordeals of snapchat filter choices and first kisses, is painted with the same brush as a 37 year old person dealing with childcare issues and tax returns.  Seems legit.
As you might be able to tell from my ill-revised long sentences, I’m irate. I’m feeling hypocritical. I’m sick of being blamed for the economy and lack of interest in important subjects. Mainly I’m sick of being labelled like reduced meat at the supermarket. 
Here’s the hypocrisy- I want to blame the baby-boomers on behalf of my co-millennial generation. Generation Y. Generation why.

So why am I annoyed by this? I decided to address some of the points which were prominent in the media, to see if we really were that entitled and self-obsessed.

Golden pineapples.

Apparently, we are a generation obsessed with gold pineapples. How dare y… oh yes I do have a small gold pineapple candle on my mantelpiece. Right ok, touché. We’re obsessed with cold brew coffee and avocado everything… yes I have indeed got a jug of overnight cold brew coffee sitting in the fridge, perched next to 2 ripe avocados. It’s not looking good for me is it?

Let’s go back to the pineapples. I read once, that millennials are buying these, along with fairy lights and flamingo themed items because we are ‘generation rent’. Marvellous, another label for us. This time, I will accept the label. These items bring a sense of fun, creativity and ironically, an expensive feel to our rented flats and apartments. 

House prices give me that fun ‘oh sh*t I’m a failure and will never be a successful adult and where’s the gin and omg I just want to crawl into a cupboard and stay there forever’ kinda feeling. I am somehow expected to save for a deposit, while spending over half my paycheque on rent every month? Seems legit.

We also love a good DIY– it’s the ultimate millennial ‘trend’. I disagree. It’s not a trend, it’s a must. We are a much more eco-conscious generation, we like to re-use, make do and mend. And how do I make my damp-infested, over-priced rental home habitable? I make. Whether it’s embroidery hoops or acrylic on canvas, I love making things which might ordinarily cost a small fortune. But this is deemed a fad or a trend. Perhaps my bleached emo hair and black tutu days were a rebellious fad, but embroidery? Old home economic skills are becoming fashionable again. We grew up during a recession. We know how to make do.

Never mind the financial crash of the late 00s, we the millennial mob are responsible for the housing crisis. I know, right? We aren’t investing in things like generations before us did. And I’m not just talking property, we aren’t wise enough to invest in things like gold, diamonds, shares. We would prefer to fizzle away our cash on avocados and cold brew coffee.

Now, I understand the financial sense in saving every penny that I would use on premium veg, over-priced coffee and golden fruit from Primark. But in truth, I would rather have the joys of delicious food and drink, and live in a comforting, albeit rented home, than save and scrimp for a decade and miss out on my twenties. So is that why I’m entitled?

We are obsessed with social media.

I won’t argue with that. I check instagram daily, send happy birthday messages on Facebook and use snapchat to communicate with friends. Am I ‘obsessed’? I don’t think so, I get some of my news via social media, stay in touch with people, find classes and events, and occasionally post a photo of something that I think is worth sharing. I used to worry about people being obsessed with social media, and yes, it definitely has its downfalls. But there’s more to social media than selfies and emoji reactions. 

Millennials have invented a new form of entrepreneurism. Vloggers, bloggers and app creators. Take YouTube for example: It doesn’t matter if you think they’re talentless nobodies promoting capitalism with their vanity- they are self-made millionaires who work from home with their own rules. Good on ya.
This brings me to my final point…

Basic Bi*ches

A term which is broadly used to describe your average female millennial- no original ideas, under the illusion of being something on trend (Not to be confused with hipsters- That’s a whole other label in the millennial tapestry). Think pumpkin spice hand sanitiser, flat lay dinners and Unicorn lattes.

And don’t forget the golden pineapples.

So yes, I’ve recently bought a faux sheepskin rug to layer on another rug (Rug layering is all the rage apparently), and yes I just spent £3 on flowers from Tesco instead of saving for a deposit, but can we all just agree that this broad term of ‘millennial’ is overused and redundant? You can’t seriously compare a 17 year old to a 37 year old can you?

My life plan was to get married, buy a house and start a family. Most of our parents were able to buy houses for £20k at our age, so please don’t compare us to that. I’m not entitled, I’m annoyed. This won’t happen for me, and I’m ok with that. I’m comfortable knowing that these things will happen later in life for me, and that’s ok, because I love my job, and love working hard.

My generation: generation rent, Generation Y, will have to live with the decisions of older generations- we will have to clean up the mess of Brexit, Trump and the privatisation of national companies, to name but a few of the grand f*ck ups my generation didn’t ask for.

I may never own a house, but I’ve decided to own my titles. Millennials, Hipsters and Basic Bi*ches unite. Let’s not worry what others call us. I’ve decided I avocadon’t care.


We have a venue!

 We sat with my mam at the kitchen table. After trawling through pages and pages of barns, marquees and tipis, I was losing the will to live. There seemed to be a plentiful array of beautiful venues, all kind of the same, and all not quite right. What I wanted was an empty shell in a field, somewhere where I could pay the owners for use of the ‘building’, and I could sort out all the decorations, food and drink myself.  

 That’s what I wanted, a basic place with plenty of room, and I was looking forward to adding everything else MYSELF. I was confident I could keep costs low and ensure it all looked beautiful and welcoming. I organise similar things in my job, and was looking at the wedding as a new production to sink my teeth into.

Let me save you some trouble here- This dream doesn’t exist. I failed miserably. I found that every venue had strict rules on what food I could have (God forbid if I asked for outside catering!), what wine I could have, and as far as corkage went, the prices were astronomical. Basically “Of course you can bring your own wine, but we’ll charge you so freaking much for it, our expensive wine will be nothing in comparison.”

I very much felt like one second you had the kind “Congratulations on your wedding!” And the next was “Woman, we don’t really need your business so do you want this or not?”. Okay, okay, I get it, you’re a business. So how about the stripped down costs? How much for just an empty shell, before adding everything?

The prices were astonishing. For a basic barn (An empty shell), we were looking at £3500. Double that, if I wanted to decorate it myself the day before. So £7000. Before food, tables, chairs, decorations, dresses, suits, flowers, cake, and the ridiculously over priced wine. LIVID.

So apparently, DIY budget weddings are fashionable now – it’s a huge industry.

2 teapots and 1 cafetière later, I was flagging. Luckily, Josh and my Mam persevered, and something interesting appeared in the search.

Last minute Winter deals…
I’ve previously said that I wouldn’t want to get married in a grand hotel or a mansion. But what about a CASTLE!?
No that’s going to be ridiculously expensive.

That’s just not us.
“They have a last minute Winter deal thing…”

“I’m a princess, get me to that castle.”
We called them and arranged a viewing 2 days later.
I wasn’t sure what to expect. We drove through the Brecon Beacons and I was going through a checklist in my head.
-Near where I grew up? No

-Near where we live now? No

-Near anything vaguely related to us? No

-Barn? No

-Tipi? No

-Summer Wedding? No

-Cheaper than anywhere else? YES!

February warmth

It was a cold, fog-induced grey February day. The Beacons were hiding in the clouds, and as we drove up, we saw the imposing and overwhelming beauty of the Gothic castle. Castell Craig Y Nos.

We walked into the reception area, greeted by the resident cat, stoically ignoring the petting of passers-by.

As we waited for our host, we decided to have a quick look around. The warming ‘Welcome area’ with its characteristic chesterfield sofas and roaring fireplaces overlooked the Brecon landscape outside. For the first time since we started looking, it felt right.

It felt like we had stepped into a Wes Anderson film – a huge influence on our schemes and decor. The grandeur of the place was old – not tarnished by garish modernisation. It felt untouched, almost fragile. Josh’s parents and the wedding coordinator came to meet us and as we walked from room to room, it confirmed our feelings.

I suddenly didn’t care, or even want a festival wedding. I didn’t care if it rained, I didn’t care if I never saw another barn ever again. How wonderful it would be for everyone to experience what we had that day.

We have a word in Wales – ‘Cwtch’ – it means hug, embrace, comfort, and that’s exactly what Craig Y Nos offered.

I can picture our families mingling in the welcome area, shaking off the Winter wind in front of roaring fire places, looking out of the windows at the dramatic Brecon landscape.

I’m so. Freaking. Excited.

So we’ve booked it. 4 months earlier than planned, which means I am hitting the gym hard. It all happened so quickly, I suddenly have less than a year until we get married, and I can’t wait.

Writing, Honesty and Narcissism.

Last weekend I was offered to go on a day course with work. The course was ‘Writing for children’, and as I work in children’s TV, it seemed apt that I should attend.

I learnt a few interesting techniques on building characters and story lines, and met some really interesting people – teachers, producers, new Mothers and recently retired women.

Aside from this, I learnt something more important. I learnt that my fears and self-doubt are crippling my inspiration, and feeding my excuses. The whole point of this blog was to get out of my comfort zone and get some self-belief. And here I am in a stack of half finished drafts and ideas.

The course was at Tŷ Newydd, a writing centre in Wales. I arrived the night before, as it’s a four hour drive from home. The darkness was potent, the leafy drive to the house hidden in a shroud of wind and rain. We were staying in the Annex, a converted barn with a grown-up youth hostel vibe: shared bathroom, no locks on the doors, but beautiful Welsh blankets on the bed.

It howled all night, the window panes sighing heavily with the pressure of the storm. I did not sleep well. Luckily there was wi-fi, and French and Saunders helped me relax and unwind.

I woke up early, and to my delight, the rain had stopped, leaving a sun-soaked and rain-drenched leafy carpet for my first look at the house. It was stunning. I drank a cup of tea, staring out at the cloudless sky and distant sea. Peace.

As it was still early, I decided it was time for a hot date with my camera. Just the thought of being somewhere beautiful, alone with my camera excites me. I headed to David Lloyd George’s grave (how delightful!), because I’d been there before and remembered it was on the bank of a river. I was not disappointed.

Because it was early, the natural light was incredible, I was in my element. Just me, my camera and nature’s ring light. The best thing was that within half an hour, the light had risen, and the autumnal floor looked beige and basic again. I was smug. Hah! Gotcha light!

I walked back towards the house, and saw the small slate plaque at the entrance – ‘Tŷ Newydd, The National Writers’ Centre of Wales’. At the end of the driveway I could see the grand house, peeking through the trees, it suddenly seemed a lot grander, and a lot further. I don’t belong here. I’m not a writer, people are going to laugh at me, this is going to be humiliating.

Cut to- actually that was fine, I was not out of my depth, I learnt some interesting things and felt I was well within my comfort zone.

So what is a writer? Is it being published? Is it being paid full time? Is it writing a best seller? Winning an award?

This brings me to my next point-

Shameless Maya.

My God I love this woman. She is the most refreshing, fierce, tech-savvie, inspiring, fabulous and shameless woman! It always takes someone like this once in a while to slap me in the face with those truth-nuggets and shake me up. If you haven’t heard of Maya, please go and have a look at her YouTube channel.

I’m still relatively new to her channel, but I could binge watch her for hours. She’s all about shameless self-promotion, which I’m beginning to learn isn’t about being a self-centred d*ck. It’s about sharing, learning, and pushing your career/dreams/passions.

It didn’t happen overnight, but I can remember when my confidence wained substantially. I went from being a bright, happy, confident teenager, to being deeply uncomfortable, lonely and self-loathing. I suppose it’s what some people might call ‘puberty’! But it was more than that. I might come back to re-visit this subject in full, but for now, that’s enough honesty! I could list a vivid selection of people, events and feelings which stem back to those initial feelings of self-doubt and introvert changes. 

In many ways, I wish I hadn’t let those things get to me in the first place. But if it wasn’t for those things, I wouldn’t have written some of the work I’m most proud of. You have to stop blaming your past, people, yourself and just move on. Honesty is original, because it is mine alone. 

I know this will be a long process, and there’s a good chance I’ll look back at this tomorrow and feel insecure and anxious. But that’s life, confidence is a work in progress. 

M x

Things I love this month-

Shameless Maya

Catching the morning sunlight

Ren 1 minute facial

Hot Ribena

Invites, bites and sleepless nights

It’s been a bit of a strange couple of weeks. I haven’t written anything, because there were almost too many topics to write about. So firstly for any cave-dwellers, here’s a list of what’s been happening-

  • Brexit onslaught
  • Wales in the semi-finals of the Euro World Cup
  • Visited a wedding venue and fell in love
  • Cameron resigns
  • Terrifying bull terrier is PM
  • Boris in general
  • Saw Plaid Cymru MP Adam Price in Cardiff Bay and totally fangirled. “You’re a legend” etc
  • Pokémon GO ❤

Secondly, a list of bad excuses-

  • Work is busy
  • Need to sort out holiday stuff
  • Midge bite swells up my entire foot
  • Big Brother is awful and I can’t stop watching it
  • I don’t want to write about politics, but it’s at the forefront of my mind.

Clearly there is no real excuse here. But I’m not going to worry too much about it. I’m back to feeling inspired, fresh and proactive. Much like a wall sticker at the Danone PR offices.

I’m not going to write about politics, so I’ll get my views and thoughts out of the way. 
I’m deeply saddened by the choice to leave the UK but respect our democracy. Tabloids are evil propaganda, but that’s nothing new. Theresa May scares the hell out of me, in so many ways. Finally, Pokémon GO is GREAT.

On the wedding front, we finally visited our first venue. Welsh Green Weddings, Carmarthenshire. This venue had always been high on the list for us, as it ticked many of our boxes, and we were not disappointed. They have pizza nights there once a month, so it was a perfect opportunity to see the venue in action. Oh, and the pizza was AMAZING. 

Inside the main tipi
Eleanor who runs the place with her family was a fantastic host who took us on a tour of the venue, and she spent time with us, suggesting different uses and ideas which had worked before. We all felt very relaxed and welcomed. We’re going back in September for a further viewing (and further pizza testing!), and I’ll actually make sure I bring my camera out this time!

View from the tipi
Also- As we left the venue, the acoustic singer started playing Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac- surely that’s a sign!?
We are definitely a step further with the planning now.

We have a better idea of guest list and invitees, and although we still want to look at other venues, we are very happy with the idea of Welsh Green Weddings. Seriously, take a look at the website!
I’ll be writing a more detailed account after our September visit!

Sleepless nights and bites

It’s been hot. It’s been REALLY hot. I was mauled by mosquitos in Bute Park on Tuesday, and now have a completely swollen foot and ankle. So I haven’t been able to hunt Pokémon. As you can imagine, for a 27-yr-old child, this is a huge inconvenience. It’s cooled down somewhat now, so hopefully I can get some sleep tonight. And yes, I included this dull fact just for the sake of the title. As well as for a little moan. *itch itch*
Favourite things this week- Antihistamine tablets and my Dad’s dahlias

Drowning in a blur of Pinterest and Merlot

We always knew that we were never going to have a wedding in a hotel or a grand estate. It just didn’t seem to fit us. I’ve been to weddings before and they’ve been spot-on. Beautiful centre pieces, fabulous food. All in the priceless comfort of knowing that this establishment knows exactly what it’s doing.

Apparently, ‘easy’ doesn’t work for us. Apparently, we want to work for our fun. (I know, I hate how that sounds as well.) 

I’m an only child with a small family, and I always wanted a small wedding. Josh is one of 4 siblings, with a huge extended family. We started a general head count, and that’s when we realised we could never have a small wedding. There were too many people we needed to be there. 

Enter rule #1 of wedding planning. COMPROMISE.

Enter rule #2 of wedding planning. A spider diagram was necessary.

So we knew what we wanted. A festival wedding (we met at a festival, when I was selling strawberries – hence the nickname ‘Mefus’- strawberry in Welsh), a romantic Glastonbury, on a tiny scale. We knew of a field we could use in West Wales, and started to plan filling it with massive tipis, posh port-a-loos, outdoor games, food trucks… A DIY wedding. It couldn’t be that hard!


I will probably write another blog on the engagement, but one thing I will say is that within a few hours of being engaged, I had a new Pinterest board, creatively named ‘Our wedding’. Immediately we had an idea of the style and atmosphere of the day.

Pinterest is a fantastic tool in order to visualise a mood board of colours and ambitions.  But after a while, it becomes overwhelming. I found myself drowning in a blur of rustic photo booths and succulent lapels. I can only take a certain amount of pinning before I’m drunk on tea light-filled mason jars.

Pinterest is like a bottle of Chilean Merlot. I know half a bottle will keep me merry and joyful, and the other half will make me sleepy and sloshy. I don’t want to waste the rest of the bottle! Similarly, I know that more of an hour on Pinterest will give me the exact same headache. Note to self- must buy bottle stopper.


Initially, I assumed that a DIY wedding was a fantastic way of saving money. I’d love to own a house one day, and the thought of spending thousands of pounds on one day made me feel sick. (The average price of a wedding in the UK last year was £24,000). Gross. 

We started looking at hiring tipis and ‘luxury portable toilets’ – that’s a thing apparently.  We bought tickets for a wedding fayre which concentrated on DIY festival weddings – I was so excited and full of optimism. Sadly, I came from there annoyed, drained and clueless.  

The place was full of cutsey ‘vintage’ stalls selling over-priced concepts of what they expect you to need. Cocktail vans, bird cages and hay bails. I couldn’t believe the extortionate prices of these things, and even some of the sales reps seemed unconvinced at how valuable their ‘service’ was. When did DIY weddings become so pre-packed?! 

It annoys me that there is never a set price for any goods or services. It’s the same online. ‘Call now for a quote!’, “call our friendly sales team”. I’m not looking for a friend- How about just write it down so I can do my research without your convoluted sales pitch? I’ve read that you should say you’re organising a large birthday party when asking for these services, but I don’t want to lie, I shouldn’t need to lie. I should be able to ask for the service, without them knowing or caring what the event is. I don’t want to trick somebody into giving me an average price.

*Friendly sales staff* “Oh it’s for a wedding? Congratulations, you must be a young couple who are more than likely saving for a deposit on a house, in the middle of a housing crisis. Let me just calculate what we can do for you. Well this tipi is £4000 for a party, and then if I add the ‘special wedding atmosphere’, let’s see that comes to… The average price of a mortgage deposit. Gimme.”

Rant over. Too many exclamations. Excuse me while I make a chamomile tea.

Suddenly, we were looking at spending thousands of pounds without even starting to hire flooring, lighting, generators, tables, chairs… It was working out cheaper to hire an upmarket hotel as a venue. Back to the drawing board.

To do list; I need to finish the guest list, and we need to visit some venues.

M x

Step 1. An expedition outside my comfort zone.

I’ve always been bad at keeping a diary. I’ve always had a desire to keep one, but never the willpower to keep going. Maybe that was the problem. You shouldn’t need willpower to do something you love.
I have piles of diaries on my bookshelf, full of optimism and pride. Then Mid-February rears its cold, ugly head, and suddenly a gleaming horizon of blank pages and failure.

Failure is my excuse. I don’t like failing, I don’t want to fail, so I just won’t bother. Win-win?

Clearly not. So maybe this is what I need. I planned out a list of reasons of why I should, no, want to do this;

  • Stop making excuses.
  • Get out of your comfort zone (you’re never that comfortable here, anyway)
  • You haven’t written properly since you graduated.
  • You always complain about it.
  • You need a creative outlet for your photography hobby.
  • ‘What if’ is boring.

After having a word with myself (I’m an only-child and I have a cat- this happens a lot), I went about the why’s and the what’s. What will I write about? What’s the point? What do I enjoy reading? I thought about what’s important to me right now in my life. Then it came rushing to me in a big laced veil – I’m getting married!

I’ve been with Josh for almost 9 years, and we’ve been engaged for a year. We’ve decided to get married in the Summer of 2018. This gives me another 2 years to plan. 

In the year that we’ve been engaged, we have come up with some general ideas for the wedding – style, colours, locations – but keep stumbling at that big old problem. Budget. This keeps taking me back to step 1- where do we start?
I’ll be blogging about the wedding, one step at a time, hoping that this helps me plan, get inspired and get excited for the day. I plan on keeping an honest account of organising the journey – from guest-list queries to dress inspiration. I’ll also be blogging about other things that interest me, whether that’s food, beauty or travel. 

You can’t be inspired if you’re standing still, so here I go… Diving into the abyss*.
*** I also hope to eradicate all these tired clichés (even that one) as I practice my writing! 
M x