Paris: In Photos And Words

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Finally, FINALLY, nearly two months later, I congregate a summary post of my 3 night trip of a lifetime! If you read my last post you’ll know I had a mega mental setback last month and I didn’t want to do anything but sleep and avoid all responsibilities, never mind sit down to get started on a hefty commentary on my holy trip to Paris but now – whilst I have the energy and seeing as I got round to transferring and editing 100+ photos in one go (yay me) – I thought it was about time I relived and retold the French fantasy in the place I create best.

If you follow me on Instagram, you’ll have more than likely already seen a good proportion of these photos, and you’ll have also probably wondered why I’ve been obsessing and paying homage to the city of love for weeks on end. It’s just Paris, right? Less than an hour away on the plane. A place thousands of people visit every day. A bit cliche. Sights you’ve seen on tourist and travel pages time and time again. But nope, not to me. A simple girl with simple pleasures.

Paris is a spot that’s been on my bucket list for years. Ever since I grew out of the chav stage and moved on to being the adventurous type who gets their kicks from photographing prettiness in its best light and making the most of an escape from the usual reality. It’s a city I envisioned as enchantingly magical, full of colour, charm, and character. The kind of place you’d go and feel a wave of emotions. Excitement, exuberance, astonishment, attachment. Where on exploration you’d develop a flair for feeling like you could conquer the world.

And it was.

It was everything I imagined and more. Adding exhaustion, physical strain, emotional stress, burning temperatures, and an inadvertent digest of Paris’s entire metro line into the picture, and you have my dreams in the flesh. The idyllic haven full of potential on every pavement stole a piece of my heart that will always be slotted into the lengths and depths of Paris until I’m able to head back and continue my deep love affair.

I still can’t believe I was able to experience all of this purely from a few hours of sitting down with my laptop and a cuppa, documenting my day of inspiration, education and blogger solidarity as I attended my first Blog At The Beach. If you didn’t know, my city break was courtesy of Ice Lolly as I was announced the winner, and all I needed to take care of was the spending money. (Which did evaporate pretty quickly I must admit. The only downfall to Paris is the expense at the central parts; 4 euros for a bottle of water and 2 euros to have a pee at Notre Dame, anyone?)

But it made it all the more special. It was a once in a lifetime type of trip, probably my only opportunity to tick Paris off my ‘idealistic countries and cities to visit at least once’ agenda, and that’s why I wanted to take full advantage of every moment, savour the time I had, and venture out to as many locations as possible.

I exerted myself and was knocked for six, and I absolutely underestimated just how huge Paris is and how much there is to see but I can solemnly say it was well, well worth it.

I took my mum along for the ride and although she took on the role of outfit photographer, bag holder, and a receiver for all my heat induced frustration as she trailed along with my demands, I think she had just as much as a fabulous time as I did.

When we first arrived I had all this delirium in me ready to burst. I can’t quite figure out whether that was because I’d stepped foot on glorious French ground or because we had a 7am flight and I’d not slept in about 30 hours as the day went on, but once we’d eventually checked into the hotel I was able to fight off some of that fatigue with a quick nap, a saunter to the Beaugrenelle shopping centre around the corner, and an overseas Mcdonalds – which fyi is so much nicer than back home, Britain need to seriously catch up with the times. And after a good night’s rest, we were ready and pumped to get going.


So, where did we stay?

Our home for the trip was the Platine Hotel in the 15th arrondissement – Rue de l’Ingénieur-Robert-Keller to be specific. Just a short walk away from the Charles Michels metro station. A less crowded area but still close enough to the must-sees and enough eateries to cater for.

It was a Hollywood themed design boutique hotel; Marilyn Monroe situated in eye view wherever you went, a-list names printed on chairs and prints, each room individual and brimmed with personality and fifties ambience, and the comfiest beds I have ever had the satisfaction of placing my worn out body in. We were in one of the classic rooms and there were absolutely no complaints from me.

Cosy and well lit but with that old school retro pin up girl feel. Unique touches running through the entirety. The rest of the place was the same. The entrance not only had a delightful fresh scent but it also had a delightful way of drawing you in. Welcoming staff, a nostalgically decorated foyer with a small mini bar, a dining room, and a spa downstairs. After a long and tiring day I always looked forward to coming back to chill and spruce up for the night frolics!

What did I wear?

I wanted to showcase my pre-prepared outfits to their best ability but the scorching heatwave became a bit of a barrier to that. I did manage to make use of all my clothing but that’s not to say I wasn’t a sweaty, crinkled mess. I’ve now vowed, if I was to ever go back, it’d certainly be more this time of year. Paris in the summer is stunning but imagining all the golden, warm shades I could rock in the cooler autumn weather is honestly spine tingling.

The Parisian style is nothing but classic and chic. I remember the first fashion based book I bought was formed on the epic street style of Paris and it’s become nothing but an original inspiration ever since. Releasing my inner Parisian came in slogan tees, diverse stripes, graceful silhouettes, an excess of polka dots, and then some casual cuts swaying away from the couture.

After-all I do believe the motto in Paris is; it’s not what you wear, it’s how you wear it.


And what did we do?

We decided our schedule was gonna go like this:

Day one – a more chilled out day, wander the local area, head to the parks to soak up the sunshine, do a little bit of shopping, go for breakfast and indulge in alllll the pastries, discover those quaint, poised parts that are often hidden.

Day two – do the typical tourist thang. Engulf in the rich culture, admire the architectural masterpieces and monuments, take as many photos as possible and capture the elegant essence and sophisticated soul of this beautiful city.

That was the basic plan and we stuck to it, everything else came secondary. Our flight times were awkward so we only had two whole days to fit it all in but I think we did a damn good job.

We roamed the interior and exterior views of museums, restaurants, cafes, boulevards, public gardens, hotels, apartments,  boutiques, the numerous aristocratic buildings in the arrondissements, and some of the most iconic, recognisable structures known to mankind – my camera round my neck clicked frequently as we turned to grandeur around every corner.

People have asked me for tips on how I managed to portray the distinctive vibe in multiple locations through nothing but photos but truthfully? I don’t have an honest answer. I just went with the flow, knowing that Paris is overflowing with promise whether you’re entering the populous zone, or the more secluded. Every section tells a story and has such a vibrant buzz, whether that be a sensory overload as you tackle the midday herds, or the beguiled power radiating from the framework.

I’ve probably run out of words to describe it by now, tbh. So now the only words I’m going to type out are those giving a run down with the continued photo diary as a prompt!

On the first day we headed to the 6th arrondissement and spent a good couple of hours in that area – beginning with Luxembourg Gardens. Massive, but very tranquil – and of course, picturesque! It was about 35 degrees so we did need to cool off after that and we made our way to an Amorino just around the corner for our dose of rose sculpted ice cream. Talking of corners, strolling past the narrow streets with tasteful cafes and restaurants occupying the zebra crossings gave me all the insta-worthy feels – the kind that made me wish I had a professional photographer beside me at all times.

Afterwards, we were back on the Saint Sulpice metro heading to the gorgeous Boulevard Saint Germain, checking out the small local markets, and following on with seeking the shops around Madeleine and Saint-Fiacre – in particular Sezane and Chanel – so I could pretend I was a successful business woman with a platinum purse and not clutching a carrier bag with my Primark shoes in, instead.

For the rest of the duration, we progressed to the more touristy parts; roved the eye catching beauty of Tulleries Gardens, had a sit down and a souvenir purchase at the Place De La Concorde where we had our very first drop of well needed rain! Saw the famous pyramid that is the Louvre and even attempted the touching of the tip standing pose (safe to say that wasn’t all that successful). Then, when we were well and truly zonked, we headed back to shower and change before hopping back on the metro and going to the Saint Michel neighbourhood upon recommendation for some hearty Italian pasta.

Probably sounds ridiculous staying on the beige food when there’s so many savouring possibilities in the French hospitality. But aside from eating my body weight in delicious bread and drooling over macarons, we were that busy we didn’t have time to even think about food (and wine) and instead stuck to the safe option of what we know.

Saint Michel was such a lovely area, from what I could see in the dark! A sense of homely familiarity hit you once you entered, the streets alive with twinkling lights, waiters rushed off their feet, and a mix of people having fun and soaking in the atmosphere; locals having a midweek catch up twirling their wine glass in hand and tourists being tourists. I wouldn’t mind staying there in the future as the prices weren’t too bad, either!

On the second day we felt much more refreshed after a 7 hour sleep and we needed it because this was our last day to cram everything in! We’d pre-booked our tickets for the River Seine cruise and we spent half of our day on there, embracing the peace the crystal water and blue skies brought and seeing the sights in all their opulence. First up was Champs Elysees – crossing the Pont Alexandre bridge and walking the waterfront for a few refreshments, briefly catching the Arc De Triomphe (I’ve made a pact to go up there on the deck for a stunning landscape city view next time), then on to the Eiffel Tower to admire with typical globetrotter annoyance, and finally ending the tour at Notre Dame where I fell in love with how utterly French the whole ordeal was – a cathedral much bigger than I ever pictured and a busker playing the sax beside the flowing river.

Before we headed back to the hotel for another (and our last) evening meal, I insisted on visiting the Sacré-Cœur. That big white church/total castle with the million stairs. It didn’t go down too well admittedly; almost collapsing halfway up, feeling the wrath of those stairs and the warmth on my chronic pain, having a panic attack triggered and then to top it off a sliced open toe as I accidentally stood on glass; but wow the wonders of detail and view from the top was incredible, mesmerising. I was completely awestruck, even with the mishaps of the day looming over me.

Breaths now steadied, regular calm resumed, and another croissant consumed, we once again hopped on to the metro back to refresh for the nighttime adventures we had planned. We didn’t have the funds to go see Moulin Rouge but we went, anyway. To see it all lit up in action, to take some photos of my matching outfit to the backdrop, and to indulge in the fittest pizza I have ever had the honour of ingesting.

Our night finished off being cheesily seduced by various French men and plenty of giggles (I thought catcalling didn’t exist in Paris until the last night but at least it was less aggressive) and our holiday finished off on a 6am taxi journey back to the most ginormous airport I’ve ever been (honestly, Paris, why are you so EXTRA) passing by the many streets we’d walked on the days before and having my spirits fulfilled witnessing sunrise at the Eiffel Tower making it the most perfectly fitting ending to a perfect holiday.

I can’t thank the guys at Ice Lolly enough for providing me with such bliss from start to finish! You think I’ll ever shut up about this captivating city? You thought wrong.


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As I’m writing this post it’s reached 27 degrees outside… in Yorkshire! The random April heatwave that approaches and leaves just as fast well and truly hit and I don’t know about you but I am revelling in the holiday vibe; all the sunshine and clear blue sky glory.

A sudden outburst of Vitamin D makes me feel three things:

  1. Motivated and mood boosted.
  2. A sudden desire to venture to the exuberant outdoors, pasty arms and legs on show, sipping cocktails on a rooftop bar, swapping chocolate for watermelon, wiping the supermarkets clear of salad, and soaking up the aroma of warmth (there is most definitely a certain smell that comes with hot weather, don’t fight me on this.)
  3. Nothing but excitement for summer holiday plans.

Summer is just around the corner which means it’s about this time of year when you start to think about what’s on the vacation agenda, when that sudden rush of wanderlust hits full force and before you know it you’re sat daydreaming about golden skin, sandy beaches, and all the luxuries of freedom and relaxation that come with. Luckily, I already have one trip abroad booked and in three months time I’ll be living it up in the canaries with my best friends. Flying off to Gran Canaria with Holiday Gems is just one of the options I’m about to shout about – both because this year the beauteous island is my destination of choice and it’s just one of many short haul destinations that can fulfil your cravings at a cheaper price!

The lavish travelling bug is flaunted around so often these days, especially in the blogger community. You only have to open your Instagram app to find a feed full of palm trees, opulent bikini shots in the tourist hot-spots, a foodie feast beside a hammock, and those professional picturesque landscapes that increase your bucket list of places to visit by the dozen. So much so, that it’s easy to forget that for some people this just isn’t the norm.

I actually really do enjoy living the poetic visuals vivaciously through other people (and through a screen) – my hats go off to those successful enough to land these trips of a lifetime and for those who can afford to make several journeys on a jet. Selfishly, it means I can appreciate the gorgeous imagery and I have a soothing escape to dream about!

But I’m just not one to join those fortunate people.

(Or at least not yet.)

My idea of bliss can vary anywhere from a few days away at the seaside, a road trip to another city, or a do it yourself budget flight to Spain. Realistically, it all depends on what I can afford. As much as I wish I could be radiating superiority in the Maldives, a one week basic break is enough to satisfy my desires to travel the world until I’m at the point where I have the opportunity to do it.

I think it’s helpful to remind yourself that you don’t always have to live up to the showy standards to bask in the beauty of breaks. Envy is normal, of course it is. Who wouldn’t be a teeny bit jealous of those picture perfect views, strolling the swanky streets, experiencing famous architecture, and dangling on the edge of paradise with your girl gang beside you? I know I’d be ecstatic to be able to partake in this kind of adventure but for now I’m happy to be just having time out from reality in the heart of Puerto Rico, feet up by the pool, stuffing my face with Lays crisps, giggling with the friends I hold close to my heart, and more than likely drinking too many Malibus and dancing the night away.

I think in today’s economy the more money you can save, the better, and that’s the first step to finding your ideal bargain deal. There’s various other steps you can take; picking the quiet time of year, using price comparison tactics, considering those extras that aren’t an essential, signing up for alerts, planning geographically, but as a starter it’s getting the site right and Holiday Gems has it all!

Whatever reasonable getaway you have in mind, you can find in an instance. Whether you fancy hitting the Costa Blanca coastline of booming Benidorm or sitting back and taking it easy in the quiet cave of the Algarve, sightseeing, shopping and venturing on excursions in the stunning shores of the Canary Islands, or admiring the atmosphere in the areas that are both rich in culture and contain the sunny climate you yearn for such as Italy and Croatia. Just a few hours on a plane and as cheap as £109pp, it’s a possibility you just can’t afford to miss.

Budget holidays can be just as valuable and rewarding as expansive holidays, without a doubt. Not to mention, there’s plenty of places worthy of exploring; those hidden gems that are understated because they’re not considered popular or because there’s ~bad rep~ appointed to them. You can find the beauty off your own back, at your own pace, and individual to the naked eye.

What’s most important is, you do you!

Have you got any holidays planned this year? What are your all time favourite short haul destinations?


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Photo Diary: An Afternoon in Harrogate

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As I’m sat writing this post the start of the general election results are rolling in. Now, I don’t know the certainty of our future (or at least the next 5 years) but tensions and anxieties are obviously running high and my stomach’s already done enough somersaults to host the next Olympic games at just a little over 10pm. By the time this post goes out in the morning there will be an official settlement and no matter what is to come, I feel like we’ll all need a calming, captivating pick me up after what has been a frustrating, stressful, and fearful couple of months – and there is no better way than the stylish, sophisticated town of Harrogate.

Not to plug my home county but what better way to bring some joy and jubilation into your system than to take a tour around Yorkshire? In particularly, one of my favourite places to visit with an assemblage of traditional country air and city escape and an official certification of happiest place in the UK which goes by no surprise. I say Harra-gut, you say Harro-gaaate.


The journey into Harrogate isn’t just only a scenic train ride with endless fields and picturesque landscape but its rural charm follows on as you explore! I always think of Harrogate as an independent chain, the more lavish side of Yorkshire; filled with dainty cobbled streets, old townhouses, historic style buildings and traditional British culture but also the high street shops, unique boutiques and restaurant chains. There’s been many days I’ve driven through on the way to the seaside, admiring the delightful district from afar but never actually stepping foot into the sumptuous space. So, after my spa retreat on a typically cloudy Spring day, I decided I’d take a leisurely stroll to put my camera to good use before my sleepy train back to Leeds.

Turns out there were more photo opportunities than I thought as I gave my puny legs a straining trek from one direction to the other, remembering not to pass up any sight of flourishing flowers, any inch of white luxe architecture and anything that oozes northern character. Harrogate is of course up north but it never feels stereotypical (you know, the whole sat on a park bench eating fish and chips indiscreetly whilst dipping southerners in gravy sort of thing). Being home of the famous Betty’s, a tower of macaroons, Montpellier Quarter and a feast of high end shopping to satisfy your splurging needs, it carries an amount of superiority you don’t get anywhere else. A definite way for me to feel much classier than I actually am most days!

It really was a breath of fresh air as the day came to an end, I was worn out from the venturing and discovery of hidden beauty that can be so easily passed by in day to day life but I was revitalised, enlightened and inspired by my own turf. It’s surprising what you can get out of a spontaneous short trip and I think I’m certainly going to make it a regular event just to get a change of surroundings whilst still holding the nation at heart. Call it a city break but closer to home than any other holiday takes you!

Is Harrogate a place you’ve ever visited? Where’s your favourite getaway? 

Talking of getaways, this is me signing off for a week as I jet off to Tenerife with all eight of my best friends on Sunday. If you’ve been a long term follower of mine you’ll know I usually take my readers on a step by step update with my adventures abroad and ensure I put an outfit diary together to display all my new attire but this time I think I’m just going to kick back, relax in the well needed sunshine, consume way too many cocktails and probably post a sequence of insta stories for you all to get fed up with. I’ve not had this sort of holiday before so I really do just want to enjoy every minute instead of worrying about creating fresh content. Not to worry, though – you can follow along on social media and I have lots more posts planned for when I’m back. See you on the other side!

Bridie x


Through The Lens: Manchester Christmas Markets

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Ask me what my favourite aspect of Christmas is and I’ll always answer the markets. Not even because I enjoy spending money I should be saving for gifts on food persuasively brought to my nasal walls by the strong scent of sickly sweet waffles, but because I feel like once the wooden stalls and surrounding festive greenery are fixed up, you can officially get into the spirit. Usually I don’t venture away from my local Leeds German market but this year, as Manchester slowly but surely becomes my second home, I managed to explore the magic in the heart of another city; and not in just one place, as the trail leads through the streets – lined with dainty chalets, embellishments and trimmings and the brightest of starry lights, it’s a definite blink and you’ll miss it kind of experience.


I’d love to say the markets were less busy than Leeds’, but they certainly weren’t. If you’re the type of person who can brave the heaped crowds as you’re bustled up in your best winter gear then you’re absolutely fine, if not the route to take is probably the slow one – move at your own pace and try your very hardest not to kill someone. For me, I think the rowdiness adds to the jubilant atmosphere. There’s nothing better than a sense of community all sharing the same vibe, soaking up the same strike to your senses and enjoying the theme of Yuletide. The photo opportunites were endless (and secretly that’s why I’m such a Christmas market enthusiast, because you can appreciate the beauty in effortless attractions at every angle) but sometimes it’s nice to just forget about the reporting and live and prosper in the passing moment. As a dedicated blogger I went in all guns blazing, camera on side to capture the prettiness but it turns out an image of a thousand heads amongst a cup of mulled wine just doesn’t work. Instead I reached for my iPhone and surprisingly managed to express the ambience through a smaller lens. The amount of photos were minimal to my usual but I’m pretty chuffed with the result none the less.


Food is good. Food at Christmas time is extraordinary. I think once the tubs of Celebrations reach the shelves, then my over indulging starts from there and it’s no different as you’re making your way through the markets with temptation at every corner. Unlike Leeds, Manchester isn’t just limited to German traditions – it’s widespread internationally meaning the selection is mouth-wateringly insane. From hog roast, to bratwurst, to mini dutch pancakes, French breakfast treats, Hungarian and Spanish dishes, an entire dessert filled luxury, and so much more. The array of food and drink ticks all the boxes whether you have a sweet tooth or a desire for alocoholic beverages. Bailey’s hot chocolate? Perfect for those who like the best of both worlds. There’s nothing like bringing your near frozen hands back to life than with a cup of warmed deliciousness.


Manchester markets provide all your Christmas present and decorations essentials and is the ideal place to head if you prefer to discover a unique piece. It’s also a great chance to support those small, independent businesses as they offer their distinct character from behind a cosy hut. The choice is ever growing – from craft to clothes, to bags, to fine jewellery, framed photo prints, handmade homeware, ornaments, toys, soaps and even top quality trees. It’s just another reason why I adore taking a stroll to find those arty items. The warm, affable feeling you gain from everyone else doing the same is just as satisfying. There’s nothing I love more than an authentic market filled with a variety of  delicacies, winsome scenic spaces, live music and even the odd jolly greeting. A day spent with friends surrounded by festivities is bound to do wonders for your mood! It certainly did in my eyes.


Have you visited a Christmas market this year?


Bridie x


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My Instagram Holiday Photo Diary

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Oh, Instagram. Before your algorithm, your spam bots, your impossibility of keeping hold of the followers you gained and your inability to create original ideas on how to display trivial life activity for 24 hours only, you were my best friend. Well, you still are; along with my frustration, lack of enthusiasm and distinct swap around in favouritism, you remain my number one spot to share my photos.


It’s nearly been a whole month since I arrived home from my holiday and I’ve only just finished uploading my sun, sea, spot, and superficial snack contained content. Even though I’ve formed a pattern of visiting and staying in the same Spanish surroundings for a few years now, I always seem to find beauty in every part; whether that’s a new building, a different angle, a fresh perspective or just the cliche bright blue skies and cluster of palm trees. Usually I carry my bulky camera around with me 24/7 but this year I thought I’d try something different – to capture the world via my iPhone. Not only to save myself from persistent arm ache but to prove a point – that you don’t need the flashiest equipment, nor the clear backgrounds or hired photographers, all you need is to live in the moment (and probably a good vsco filter along the way). I even found that, although the location was repetitive, I collected more snapshots than usual, because to whip your phone out at the tap of a button to savour the instant atmosphere is so much simpler.


So, without further ado, I’m gonna share with you – in order – the images which sum up my stay; relaxing, satisfying, aesthetically pleasing, and damn hot.


An array of colours in an unintentional vibrant theme that will soon be returned to home ground. What a lovely sight to look back on! If you want to follow along with my instagram fun, you can over at I also feel like dishing out an apology for my absence over the past month or so, I know I don’t have to clarify anything and it’s not as though there’s people depending on me but blogging has just taken a bit of a back step lately and I’m withholding neglective guilt. I don’t want to fall out of love with this platform but my motivation and power of interaction has dropped drastically. I’m feeling really disconnected and I don’t know whether it’s because July into August was such an exciting time elsewhere or because I was still carrying the burden of holiday blues and my turnaround in health matters but I promise I’m working my butt off to plan a major boost in my mojo!

How do you like to display your photography?

Bridie x



Like what you see? You may also enjoy reading My Favourite Instagram Accounts: The Ones To Follow or 2015’s Holiday Photo Diary


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How To Pack and Prepare Your Summer Holiday Outfits

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The build up to a holiday abroad is, in my eyes, one of the best parts. The thought of taking a trip out of reality to a placid place with only unwinding relaxation, scorching sunshine, photo opportunities and the exploration of exciting locations on your to-do list is enough to boost your spirits no matter what’s going on around you but of course, with a holiday comes organisation and with organisation comes a bedroom resembling a warehouse, clothes piled up in a measly sized suitcase with a cram and hope it doesn’t exceed the luggage limit mantra and a last minute panic on if you’ve managed to gather enough unique, appropriate, contemporary fashion to fill your insta content for the fortnight.


As thrilling as it is, emptying your wardrobe of all your new clobber – summer dresses, bright colours and those denim shorts that actually flatter your bum opposed to drowning it – throwing them into your suitcase without a plan of action can become stressful. As a self confessed outfit obsessive, I find pre-preparing for a holiday, making a list and checking it twice, is the direction to follow when you want to avoid a nightmare situation. I’ll be the first to admit choosing a narrowed down version of the new season looks is bloody hard and as an (impractical) style blogger the need for a whole lot of choice overpowers my sense of wisdom. The struggle between desiring an outfit for every night and travelling light is real but these tips might just help you in finding the right disposition.


Prioritise | First thing’s first, you need to prioritise your preferences and focus on the items that you know for sure will be worn. It’s easy to overload and forget just how much you really own but obviously, there’s not enough hours in a day to wear everything you’ve picked and you can’t afford to be held up at customs with an oversized, near bulging case and a threat of excess baggage charges. If they tick the boxes of comfortable, blendable and bearable it’s almost always a yes; anything that doesn’t have a specific use doesn’t need to accommodate you.


Basic essentials | If you haven’t got the primary staples in there somewhere, it’s time to rethink a different approach. Often you’ll find sticking with a bunch of ordinary pieces will favour you more than the various patterns you’re attempting to mix it up with. There’s nothing a basic can’t be paired with so it’s unlikely you’ll fail in that department.


Versatility | The above leads me on to the second stage and that’s the multipurpose, fashion forward items injected into your outfit designing. If it’s not flexible and you can’t wear it with two (or three) varied combinations, then don’t add it in there. Transitional pieces you can wear from day to night with just the switch up of accessories or a swap of a simple choice are significant in the process. For example, a floaty blouse would be perfect as a light layer on an evening and a beach cover up in the daytime. The same goes for shoes, a good pair of heels in a neutral shade will look great with anything. If there’s no way it will extend just a one off ensemble, there’s no point in wasting precious room.


Minimal accessories | It isn’t just the clothes you need to be considering, it’s the accessories that come with; the hats, the sunglasses, the jewellery, even the neck scarves. Once again, the first principle is whether it will be able to be joined in union with the majority of your holiday wardrobe and from there on you can choose wisely. You do only need a few extras like a gold layered necklace, a classic fedora and a pair of black sunnies but you’re able to wing it a little further with this one as if there’s nothing sharp in your assortment to prevent you, you can pack them in your hand luggage.


Colour palette | Your mini capsule holiday wardrobe begins with a suitable and trustworthy colour palette that resembles the summer vibe but also isn’t too OTT for you to work with. I tend to opt for the whites, nudes and blacks (never getting away from the black) as they are super effortless but the warmer colours would be just as effective. Oranges, reds and pinks look gracious with a tan and represent what a holiday is all about. Stick to no more than three shades and you’ll find your entire wardrobe is completed to a standard you’re pleased with.



Think rationally | It’s always best to recap your first instincts as you can get carried away when the initial packing begins. If you wouldn’t wear it at home, you won’t wear it on holiday. Think to yourself, what do I really need? Is taking three of the same/similar looking t-shirts really necessary? Am I just bringing this item in case I decide it takes my fancy and I regret leaving it back home or will it just get shoved to the back of the hotel drawers? How long am I realistically going for? Am I carrying way more than I’ll be able to show off? Will I definitely wear it or is it just for convenience? It’s common logic to scrap the profuse gear. For example, you might feel the urge to overload your day wear but if realistically you’re gonna be sat in a bikini from morning till early evening then there’s no point. My motto is: take less than you need because it’s guaranteed you’ll be problem free and it challenges your style game as you’re lead to think out of the box.


Pack together | The layout and arrangement of your outfits is just as important as your selection. Place each outfit neatly folded as a whole and separate from each other. Build up the scenarios of your holiday events – occasion wear on one side, casual wear on the other. You could even go all out and move over from your bed to your luggage in order of sequence which will balance out the co-ordination. By doing this you’ll realise your trivial errors and shift until you’re on the correct path to victory.


My holiday is just around the corner and surprisingly my own advice has been useful. Now, I’m just looking forward to strutting my stuff in the Spanish air!


How do you plan your holiday wardrobe?


Bridie x