The Art To Organisation

Organisation plays a huge part in my life. As somebody with ocd (contamination, checking and hoarding), my lifestyle is directly impacted by how clean and how organised my surroundings are. Going on holiday/traveling is often a trigger for me, because I make lists- otherwise, the anxiety sets in. I check my lists four or five times and every time I get anxious. My terrible short-term memory directly impacts this because I’m scared that I have forgotten something. This post isn’t about the ocd though, it’s about my general organisational habits and how I turn them into something constructive rather than a mental prison that I cannot escape from.

In my life, there is no clutter. It’s something I literally cannot help, it’s as if my body is dragging me across the room to the bag full of rubbish and I’m being forced to take it out. Drawers are a huge culprit. The home’s ‘messy drawer’ does not exist in my home. Every container has a purpose and it makes life easier for all of the family when they can ask me where something is and I know exactly where I put it. That’s the case for every part of my house, and I’m lucky it’s a small one otherwise god knows how long I’d be cleaning for per day.

And this isn’t always a compulsive, negative thing. Most days I sit back, exhausted, and look at what progress I’ve made. I always give myself a pat on the back because if I didn’t have this mindset like most people, I’d not have done so much. It really is a blessing in disguise, because you have to look at the silver lining and realise that your compulsion is yes terrible, but it also forces you to do many things that maybe you wouldn’t feel motivated to do otherwise.

But some days, I slump. I wake up late in the day with no motivation at all, and these are what I call my lows. To other people, completely understandably, these are just interpreted as me being lazy. But when somebody is struggling with a chemical imbalance in their brain it is often difficult to snap out of it. But I embrace them as I know nothing I can do will change it, and I just take the day off. I don’t wear makeup if I need to leave the house, don’t do my hair, and wear basic clothing. This is quite the opposite of how I normally am- makeup, hair done and fashionable clothing.

This all impacts me one way or another. It’s the impending thought that one day I’ll need something and I won’t know where it is, or if one day my alarm doesn’t go off I can just grab my readily packed hand bag and jet out the door. These thoughts impact my organisation and my organisation impacts my every living moment. It is both a burden and a blessing.

When I am fully organised, my life is extremely relaxed. But I have a slump/low day and it all goes out the window. I often do the washing to take the stress off of my mum’s shoulders, she works 6 hours a day and for her to have to do the washing at the end of it would make me feel extremely bad. Alongside this, guiding my brother to do his share of the chores every single day grinds down on me too. He is addicted to his xbox and nothing my family says or does can seem to snap him out of it.

It normally takes him 30 shouts to get him off Fortnite or Forza on a normal off-school day, and for a ten year old, I’d say that’s not very good. I make him do the dishwasher and occasionally collect the washing from the line. If I’m lucky, he’ll put away the clothes in his, mum’s and my own wardrobes too. But that’s on a good day.

I’ve been rambling an awful lot about a topic that wasn’t even intended to be focused on in this article, so I must force myself to digress. The real topic: How and why I find organising so therapeutic. I will attach some photos of containers in my home that I have organised. You might note that they’re not ‘ocd’ or ‘perfect’ and that’s because everybody’s rituals and compulsions are important. I organise by type, eg. trousers in one section and t-shirts in another. Not necessarily by colour or brand, as I find this the most pragmatic approach for myself and thankfully my family.

As you can see above, my ways of organising are like literally any others. I go for a logical and practical approach, keeping everything in the same place. I cannot stand having shoes strewn across the house because then you never know what you own and where it is.

Today and yesterday I took to emptying my parent’s wardrobe and putting everything they didn’t want in a pile. I then folded and packed away all of their keep clothes in order of category, and once that was done I focused on the throw clothes.

In my throw category, I separated it into two further piles. Sell and bin because nothing was worthy of the charity shop. I listed everything on a few local ‘buy and sell’ pages and if they don’t sell I’ll have to give them away. I think in total I took about 300 items of clothing out of my parent’s wardrobes combined. Not that’s satisfaction.

Upon listing lots of items of clothing online I had to move them from the kitchen (my temporary fashion lab) to the shed (a kindo of large log-cabin-esque thing) and I’m now waiting for the items to sell as they’re all hanging from a ladder.

Thank you for reading, look forward to a sequel.


Back in England… for now.

I arrived home on the 21st July at around 2:00pm. It was a relaxing flight, minus the girl in front of me who insisted on reclining her seat as far in my face as it would go. The stress in me escalated as literally every twenty minutes she put her seat back up straight, which made my iPad fall down the back of the seat and unplug from my headphones. I kicked her seat a couple of times to try and make it clear to her that I was mad but she stood up, turned around and stared me dead in the eyes. She continued to recline her seat and then ping it back straight, which wound me up immensely.

The other interesting aspect of my flight back home was the seating arrangement. All two of the back rows were occupied by people with hearing aids. As you might know, I am hearing impaired and wear a hearing aid, but am not profoundly deaf. The rest of the back two rows, however, to no exaggeration wore hearing aids in both ears and were all profoundly deaf, which meant that the flight attendant came to the back and signed the safety ritual to us, which I found amusing and appreciated the fact that they catered to the deaf peoples’ needs. This cheered me up. The odd thing was, only two to three max people knew each other, which means it was all a massive coincidence that all of the hearing impaired people were sat in the two back rows. This meant we all collectively had satisfyingly quiet and relaxing flights because none of us could hear the screaming children seated at the front of the plane.

Upon leaving the plane I was subjected to an annoying game of Marco-Polo with my mum and uncle- there was a definite lack of communication. After searching the entire outside of the airport, I went inside and there they were. I went to my aunts because she lives close to Heathrow, and my uncle drove while my mum sat passenger. I told my aunt about the funny deaf-organisation that had happened on the plane and I moaned to everybody about the inconsiderate girl in front of me.

In Dubai I got quite a few things. I’m going to recite to them as they come by memory, so this is not the order in which I bought them.

The first cosmetic item is a ‘The Balm’ face palette, which I love. I would highly recommend this palette because although it is pricey, it comes with every powdered

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product you’d need for a full face of makeup. Upon searching for this, I found many cheaper listed highlite ‘n con tour palettes. I bought mine at Sephora in the Dubai Mall on my visit for £40 and was extremely bummed to see it being sold for less than twenty pounds online.

At least I know this now, after concluding that I’d like to in fact start collecting The Balm products because I really enjoy the formula. Its’ easy to blend formula makes it so easy for me to build bronzed looks from a sheer foundation. 9/10!

I also bought a blending brush from h&m, reduced from £5 to £3, I thought to myself that

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I haven’t got a fluffy blending brush (for eyeshadow) in my brush collection and knew

that £3 was a bargain, upon testing it. I got back to the apartment and used it with my peach eyeshadow palette and was pleasantly surprised, as it resembles one of the

morphe eyeshadow fluffy brushes. Steal! Next.

I got a couple items of clothing but I no longer have any photos of them. I made a huge mistake with my phone. I logged out of my iCloud and re-logged in because of a glitch problem I was having, and this resulted in me losing all of my photos, which apparently weren’t backed up to iCloud… So mad! From h&m I got a polka dot v-neck crop top because I didn’t pack my white crop top to pair with my skirt. Without purchasing this polka crop top I wouldn’t be able to wear my yellow skirt. I can’t remember how much this was, oops. I also got a mesh bodysuit which is yellow with daisies printed all over it. It’s kind of transparent so I’m planning what to wear under it. Jess gave me some ideas.

I’m going to Germany on the second of August, just over a week from now. As I’ve been visiting Bavaria annually since I was young, I look forward to it every year. As well as Germany, I’ve been super excited to share my experience with you all on both my YouTube channel and this blog, because these are the years I will cherish and I hope what I post will stay on the internet forever. Germany has a place in my heart and I hope to one day live there but for now, I can only post for you all to see. I hope you enjoy, thank you for reading.

My first day in Dubai

My first day so far has been amazing.


I got off my plane and quickly grabbed my bag which I wheeled behind me as I quickly shuffled through first class. It took me twenty

minutes of winding through the confusing maze which was the Dubai airport, and my passport was checked.

Once I got through, I saw my dad waiting and we bought a bottle of water each. As soon as I left the airport, the air hit me. The sweltering thirty-seven-degree heat was cool for Dubai.

Our journey to the apartment was fascinating because we drove through the E11, the main motorway. We passed the Burj Khalifa, we drove to the top of the Palm Jumeirah, and we saw the Atlantis.

As we arrived at the apartment the cold air conditioning hit me and I laid down on the sofa. It was only 10 minutes until we went out to see Dubai, because I had to publish my first blog post.

First, we went to the Atlantis hotel to explore the architecture and took some photos by the sea which was out of bounds. It was scorching and I was absolutely exhausted. We then decided to drive to Dubai Mall, I’ll insert a photo here off google. Related imageDubai mall has it all, every shop you can imagine from Sephora to a children’s exclusive Gucci store, its total area is 1,124,000 square feet… Impressive. Also, Dubai mall has the world’s largest acrylic tank aquarium which sold 51,000 tickets in its first 5 days. Seeing this for yourself is amazing, apart from the occasional cannibalistic sharks. Being 2018, this is the tenth year Dubai mall, owned by Emaar properties, has been in business. The mall has over four floors and 1,200+ boutiques and restaurants, and includes delicious gelato restaurants and sweet confectionaries.

Dad and I dined in the gelato cafe, and I realised I was toojet lagged to function. I got home at a mere 1pm and went straight to sleep. I woke up at seven for dinner which was Chilli’s, and went back to sleep. It’s currently 6am, I woke up at 1am because my sleep pattern is corrupt. Anyway, thanks for reading.

I’ll be updating tonight about my second day here with photos.


London to Dubai- my journey so far

This is amazing. First, an executive taxi takes me to London’s Heathrow Terminal five, and within the blink of an eye, I am on a plane. As if this couldn’t get any better, the two people beside me aren’t here, meaning I have three seats to sprawl myself across. I’ve so far watched two movies and am writing this four hours into my flight. It’s midnight, and I have three hours left- I’m set to arrive in Dubai at 7:10am, and it will be the start of a new day when I get there meant I’m going to be awake for 48 hours, Sheesh.

First, my driver listened to practically my life story as he asked me questions to keep the conversation going, the car was clean and air-conditioned and it instantly put me in the best mood as if I wasn’t happy enough heading to London for my trip.

The second we arrived at Heathrow Terminal five, we got out and the driver passed me my suitcase. I handed him the fare (£60, amazing price for an hour’s drive) and made my way into the sliding doors which lead to the terminal, and I admired the little message boards which my dad designed. It made me smile.


Upon arrival, I met with a friendly woman who helped me go where I needed to be, after telling her I had never travelled on my own before she was much nicer and directed me to the check-in desks which I waited at for about half an hour. At this point I was fairly angry, considering I was the first in line but the man at the counter took half an hour to ready himself.

I took a few steps to the counter and a bubbly check-in guy took my passport and scanned my boarding pass which was handily on my phone- apple never fails to amaze with its ideas. Apple wallet is truly the best invention ever. The young man informed me that I didn’t in fact ‘look 16’ and told me he’d check in my handbag into the hold for free, to which I kindly declined; I told him I had to change my shoes after security because my heels were making my feet uncomfortably sweaty. He smiled at me and said, “you women are all the same” to which I wasn’t sure to laugh or kind of grimace, but I laughed because I couldn’t be bothered to be offended. I was really in too good a mood.

I carried on the conversation with the check-in clerk for a good five minutes and came to realise why the previous man took so long, the check-in man was a chatterbox. Kind of annoying.

I headed to security where I scanned my boarding pass and placed all of my hand luggage including my apple watch into the thick plastic container which was rolled on wheels. I walked through the scanner and was stopped, I was asked to remove my heels. I did so and had to place my legs a shoulders width apart and put my hands above my head. Probably the most embarrassing moment of the day so far.

I got my bags back and changed my shoes like I promised my rude-check-in-clerk friend. My feet thanked me. Upon making my way to the nearest Starbucks, I passed a friendly looking European store representative, and he stopped me by waving a piece of paper with Chanel on it. This worked; it smelled incredibly good. “Pardon?” I said as I took out my earphones, “would you like some perfume?” He said with a German accent. I love Germans. “Ja,” I said instinctively, which is my colloquial version of ‘yes please’. Thankfully he didn’t take offence to my informal tone, and replied, “Deutschland!” I was shocked because nobody ever points out how I say ‘ya’ instead of ‘yes’…

“You have the accent,” he said as I shook my head. “No way. I’m from England- but I’m part German,” “Wow, I don’t believe you,” he said as he laughed. “You sound so German,” he said in German. “I have a good German accent when I speak it,” I replied, also in German. We spoke in the language for about ten minutes, and I asked where I could find a McDonald’s or KFC. He told me to never eat there because if I didn’t I could be a ‘supermodel’ because I have such a ‘good body’, both things I’m not sure he’d say if he knew how old I was.


I left, and he told me to return for a spray of the Chanel perfume just before I boarded. I agreed and went to Starbucks as he had recommended, I spent £6-something on an ‘all day breakfast’ roll which was cooked, and a medium hot chocolate with soy milk and cream on top. I ate alone at the café and thought about the travelling I had yet to experience. I was dreading it.


I made my way to gate C. I was boarding at C54, so I got on the transit and within a few minutes I was at C. I walked to the waiting area and listened to some music and topped up the charge on my phone with my power bank, only for five minutes to pass and finding out we could board already. The timing could not have been more perfect today. The priority boarded, most of which had bags and shoes worth well over a thousand pounds. Five more minutes passed and I had boarded the plane and was making myself comfortable. The boy to my left went and sat elsewhere, and the seat in-between us remained vacant until takeoff. Upon finding this out I found it hard not to jump for joy, this seven-hour flight was to be good. I had more leg room than the people in business class.

I took all three blankets and all six pillows and made myself a bed, large pillows and raised the armrests after takeoff. I watched two movies and then the food and drinks came rolling towards me.


I ordered a coke with ice and then an apple juice once the cart came back the other way, who cares if they think I’m greedy, the only thing I’d drank that day was a hot chocolate which was NOT thirst quenching. I got rice and chicken, a small piece of cheese, and some other small things. I really pity the vegans out here because what would they’ve eaten? At least I’m not vegan.


I ate the tray of food and got a coffee, which I drank as I watched another movie.

I watched ‘downsizing’, a movie about people shrinking. It made the time pass fast, and now to make the last 2 hours and 44 minutes pass, I’m writing this post to get it done with. I’ve been planning writing this since Colin and I discussed it.

I’ll write about arriving at Dubai airport and the remainder of this flight in my next post, “arriving at Dubai”, and then I’ll post about how my days go every single day until I leave; and then when I leave I shall write a post about my journey back. It’s all about

getting blogging experience so my employers can see how I experience things.

Of course, I’m typing this on my phone which means there will be inevitable spelling errors and misspells. I’ll also try to take photos in surplus, this website could do with some personal photos.

Thank you for reading another one of my posts- every time I write, I try to write better and more interestingly just so you find my blogs worthwhile. I hope Dubai opens my mind up to the cultural differences and I’m very excited to explore the culture and use this as a point of learning for my personal development. Thanks again.


My Cat’s Eyes

My cat gets leaned on, ridden rough-shod
despotized and enforced on.
Night time is his worst one,
plays bulldog but is tyrannized,
dirt kicked in his big cat’s eyes.

And I know he’s being enforced on,
despotized and  plays bulldog,
terrorize him, it’s your best shot,
and I keep an eye out for my friend,
he asks me ‘mom, will this end?’

It’ll end I say and we will remember
now act relaxed and even-tempered.
understanding. quiet. calm.
and despotized deserves the past.
‘Cause cats that bully have done no nice
and kick bad mud in good cats’ eyes.

How I Stay Positive (+Update)

How I Stay Positive: A detailed article based on my own personal experiences 

This kind of article has been on my list for a while now. When I write articles, I intend for them to be as useful as possible; I think my advice is often quite appreciated because it’s all based off of my own personal experiences. Despite this, not all of it will apply to you and that’s okay, just try to enjoy the article, leave a comment too if you have any suggestions for edits or just to let me know if you liked anything in particular.


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This doesn’t have to be strictly business- being organised overall betters my mood. When I’m cluttered and don’t know what I’m doing, I find it stresses me out so much. Surely this applies to you too, unless you’re a more relaxed personality type. If that’s the case, then I envy you. But for me, no can do. For me to be in my optimum environment, I have to have complete organisation.

This applies to everything; I like to plan my journeys, I like to keep my room organised so I know what I need when I go shopping, and I plan a schedule for when people come to visit so I know when to book in clients and working. I like to keep my work life and social life balanced otherwise I find it becomes more unhealthy.

All in all, I would definitely recommend re-assessing your organisation if you’d like to take steps to optimise your happiness. This article slightly links to my How To Be Your Best Self article because ‘being your best self’ comes hand in hand with being happy. Regardless, you can separate the two because happiness is more emotional and ‘being your best self’ could cover lots of categories. Regardless, onto the next point.


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Nothing is directly linked to happiness more than friendships. Having healthy relationships with the ones you love is the most important way to say happy and maintain this feeling.

When you feel sad and hopeless and need people to be there for you, you want genuine friends that care for you and more importantly put you before themselves (not all the time, when it matters most). This is why it is so crucial for you to filter out your genuine friends and disconnect from the fakes- or ‘temporary‘ I prefer to call them. There’s a difference between temporary and real- temporary will pretend to care, and it’ll most likely only be over social media. Real friends, however, will visit you, go out of their way to cheer you up, and most importantly include you in their lives.

Finding yourself real, life long, loyal friends will help you place yourself in a permanent position of happiness, of course including those inevitable bouts of sadness- but this all makes us stronger… if you’ll excuse the cheesy cliché saying.

Relationships with loved ones, be it long or short term, differ from person to person. You’ll come across asexuals/aromantics and people that do not want relationships, and they’ll be happy. They have friendships and that’s what’s keeping them satisfied. You might not be of this sexuality/romantic orientation, but you might not want a relationship and that’s okay! Who cares how many people you see, how many failed relationships it takes for you to find the right one, or how many people try to pursue you. At the end of the day you need to do what makes you happy, and in the end we’re all aiming for the same thing- happiness.

Update- please read!

If you’re reading this article, I’d like to thank you for staying with me through the various website address changes. I have a website with Wix (Click to view) and this is purely for bookings and to display the types of work I do. That’s why the address is so informal, it can only be accessed by links. On this website, I have a menu option called ‘Book‘ and if you click it, you end up on the Wix website. This was intentional since Wix has a good booking service, or at least a better one than WordPress.

Thank you so much for reading. And don’t forget to view my socials:
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And don’t forget to check out my previous post, “Be The Best Version Of Yourself

Be The Best Version Of Yourself.

You can be the best version of yourself given you realise your full potential and capabilities. You’re capable of whatever you set yourself to do, and by realising this early on you can be the best version of yourself and live a satisfied life.

1) Personal Hygiene

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By putting extra care into your personal hygiene, you can actually improve your mental health and quality of life. By compiling a to-do list of things to do, you’ll get that brilliant sense of accomplishment that we all strive for. Take good care of your body, staying in top shape will boost your confidence and give you something to talk about. Also, caring for your skin (not only face, your entire body) will give you a glow and will also boost your confidence, if you are struggling with your skin then the next step would be to see a dermatologist so you can get it fixed. Conversely, if you are happy with your skin how it is, embrace it. You don’t need clear skin to be beautiful, and you don’t need to be beautiful to be valid.

Image result for pamper routineSome of the products listed above are great ways to rejuvenate skin leaving it with a great glow. Click the image to read the blog post by Jordan Courtney about pampering.

2) Completing your to-do lists

We all have subconscious ideas and tasks in our heads but never get around to doing them. Then, they all build up and this leads to stress that we brush off, and then we end up creating more trouble that we could’ve avoided. Image result for to do listIf you write down all of your tasks (who cares how big they are, you’re trying)

I have yet to update this so just bear with me. Thanks 🙂