What I Wear To Work

This post should be titled ‘How I try to style stripes differently every day’. I wanted to do a little #ootd round up post to show you the kind of things I wear daily at work as a 26 year old working in marketing. I certainly would love to read a post about someone my age who works somewhere in fashion or business to see the difference. I work in a very changeable environment and my job often sends me up ladders, into sticky DJ booths or even that one time I crawled under the nightclub stage to find a cat…

I have to be comfortable but still reasonably smart. I plan my outfits around what I can expect from my day and if I’ve got a meeting with the University or any outside clients I tend to smarten up with a dress and/or blazer. I’m yet to find an outfit that doesn’t immediately look smarter with a blazer. Maybe my trackies…I’ll try it and get back to you. I keep promising a ‘what I do’ post and I will get round to it once I find a way to condense my ridiculously varied role into text.

Autumn/Winter dressing is probably my favourite because although my office is freezing sometimes, I do enjoy a good scarf and pair of cosy boots. I spend a lot of my time buried in Photoshop or behind the scenes of our website and a big scarf means I can cocoon at my desk and get stuck in.

Summer is actually the hardest, the place is like a green house and I have a leather chair – nightmare. I try to cover my shoulders because I always feel a bit more appropriate for work that way. My rose print kimono might as well have been sewn on me in May/June last year.

Freshers/ReFreshers and any kind of event days are when it all goes a bit ‘PR girl’, I don the branded t-shirts to coordinate the team of freshers volunteers (my ‘weans’) and get into the spirit of the dress up nights, any excuse…

Sunday Summary

I love reading blogs on a Sunday night in bed so I thought, hey Lauren, why not post your own little round up? And while you’re at it, try to stop talking to yourself.
This week was my first back at work after Christmas. My new mug (RIP Coffee House Sessions mug) although quite offensive, doesn’t sum up about I feel about being back. I’m loving being busy, even if it is knackering!


I used to get a month off but the University changed semester dates, boo! It means we only had that week to finalise refreshers plans which kicks off tomorrow. In prep for it and it’s winter theme, I had some father-daughter bonding time with George and made these shot skis for the bar!


By Thursday this week we were all feeling it and decided the best way to get over being back…was to go out! Thirsty Thursdays might become a bit of a trend.


My lovely Freshers team girls, who’ve become actual friends of mine not just staff, bought me the above present which was just perfect for me. The Edinburgh Gin elderflower liqueur is so yummy.
We danced the night away and got up to all our usual scandal. I didn’t get home until 8am and work on Friday was one big struggle…
I got home and got really friendly with some beautiful homemade nachos, slippers and Netflix.


By Saturday, I was a lot less hangy and even managed to put on some make up to entertain a boy with homemade nandos, John Hughes movies and Mario Kart. I won one of the tournaments, it didn’t go down so well. Sunday has been spent on my arse watching TV and eating crap with Lauren. I only managed to get productive at about half 8 to make my Travelling Noodles for work and my nails (and a tan, who am I?!) for the week.


I’m up at 6 tomorrow to be in work an hour earlier than usual, it’s our Freebie Fayre tomorrow so hopefully I’ll come home with some goodies from Benefit! I’ll play around with the layout and content of this type of post next Sunday I think, until then, zzz…..

26 and Fabulous

Well, the title may be a bit of a reaching claim as I sit here in mismatching jammies with last night’s make up on, but I really do feel it even if I don’t look it. I turned 26 on Hogmanay (for those who might not know, that’s the 31st of December). Yes I know, what a shit day to have for your birthday. Well no actually, there’s always a party and the whole world gets drunk with me. I like to pretend everyone is celebrating with me to feed my narcissistic ways. Although it does get a bit tiring hearing ‘New Year is so shit! I hate the hype, blah blah blah’. Eh here it’s my birthday too pal, pipe down.

Every year I go home on the 30th at night and wake up to presents and bubbly with the family. As usual I was totally spoilt by them and my friends, I really am super lucky!


Those Topshop boots are perfect (Thanks Nanny Helen!) and I’ve seen a bit of a ‘treat yourself’ theme in my presents, so thank you to everyone for that. The beautiful gold watch was totally unexpected, as were the amazing Babyliss curlers, thanks Mum & Dad! Not pictured is the silly amount of money which I’ve since spent on dining out and going to ‘the dancin’, oops!

Got back to the flat and Lauren had set up the cutest Birthday present treasure hunt with loads of balloons, such a sweetheart!


This year, I found myself in a brand new situation for my birthday night and I was at a bit of a loss about what to do. It was looking like Lauren and I were spending it in our pjs with gin and Jackie Bird until my Mum told me we were saddos and should join them at the golf club.

So glad we did, it was absolutely lovely to party with my family and I’m really glad I was there for another reason which I’ll get to. So we got our glad rags on and joined the Kirks. Lauren was pre-warned of their riotousness but I still don’t think that prepared her…

My birthday dress was another present from Nanny Helen, I think it was made for me. Everything in the shops just now seem to be either super skimpy and see through, or completely granny-ish. This dress was in the ‘last chance to buy’ bit in Topshop and I picked it up on a whim to try. It doesn’t come across in my Instagram filtered photos but it’s a deep plum colour, with a silky section under the top half and silky trim on the bottom. I felt so comfortable and ‘me’ in it. My shoes are the perfect dancing partners from New Look, I can never fault their footwear.

The night was so much fun. We had my Dad on the jagerbombs and tequila, I was up dancing with my Mum and I got to see my hilarious and always ridiculous extended family.







Sadly the evening was cut short when my poor Nanny collapsed at around half 11. I nearly kicked in a door trying to get somewhere quiet to phone an ambulance (sorry golf club!) and I’ve never been so scared in my life. Thankfully it wasn’t a stroke or heart attack as we thought, she had very, very low blood pressure from a virus and a kidney infection. Not how I imagined I’d be spending the bells, at the back of an ambulance with just me and my Dad but I’m just so glad she’s ok. A few days in hospital and now she’s home and resting up. I get daily text updates from my Papa, with the most recent being ‘Nanny had three courses for dinner and gave me a row, so she’s definitely better’ haha. Big huge thank you to Lauren for being fantastic with me when I was in a state and my family for reassuring me all night. If you’ve not called your family recently, do it now.

Back on to lighter notes, my birthday celebrations weren’t quite over. A little flat party on the 3rd was improved massively by Amy and Lauren decorating the place with every bright pink, fantastic party accessory you could think of!

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It was adorable, Bex made us all dinner (I miss her so much!), we all drank stupid amounts of prosecco and gin and enjoyed a sugar high from sherbet and sweeties before we headed out.



I hate tight, uncomfortable outfits so I donned this super soft jersey dress from Topshop, it’s not on the website anymore but its stripy sister is, I need.) I sized up, belted it and donned my favourite New Look heels (similar here). Oh and we can’t forget my chic ‘Birthday Girl’ sash which got me into the club for free…




Oh did I mention Duncan arrived? The icing on the Birthday party cake was having this one back with me for a Stirling night out. She’s the lemonade to my gin, the bubbles in my prosecco and she’ll be hating this chat. I think she enjoyed her Christmas present from me too…who wouldn’t love a watercolour of some awkward taxidermy?

This has been a huge post of happy birthday fun and I’m loving that every post I’m doing is about the good times I’m having at the moment. I’ve just given up on worrying about where I’m going and I’m very much in the now in a lot of aspects of my life. It’s quite refreshing to remove pressure from situations I’d have freaked out over in the past. I’ve always been quite good at not giving a shit about bad things, but I lost it a bit last year. I think I’m back! ReFreshers Week kicks off at work tomorrow and I’ll be super busy all week but I’m excited. I think my next post will be all about how ridiculous, daft (and stressful) my job is, no such thing as a dull day in marketing.

Christmas with the Henderson-Kirks

I should probably try to come up with relevant, amusing puns for my blog titles, but they never really work. ‘A Copper Christmas’ sounded less like an homage to my presents and more like I had a visit from the constabulary.

I’ve just had the nicest few days at home with my family for Christmas and I’m feeling super lucky to have them. Not only have I been spoilt rotten but I’ve had lots of love, hugs and reminders that they are a consistent source of support for me. Smooshy bit over, I know you’re all here for the presents.




I don’t think my Mum and Nanny could have picked better for me! Every single present is perfect and I took great pleasure in rearranging my room to accommodate my new homewares. Is it a late twenties thing to be utterly obsessed with what’s on your mantelpiece?

My iPad mini is mainly for work but I’ve found myself writing this post on it and it’s just so damn handy. I bought a gold and cream flip case from New Look but it’s annoying because it covers the very edges of the screen and I can’t click on some things. I’ve also ordered a nice envelope style one, which is on sale here.I almost spent my Christmas money on a Mulberry case then realised it cost almost as much as the bloody iPad…

The copper L & K are from Oliver Bonas, along with the beautiful copper bottomed glasses which were specifically gifted for my gin habit. The family know me so well. (Shock if there’s an appearance from some Hendricks too.) I need to get the copper champagne flutes from there too…and pretty much everything from the website.


The beauty haul was strong this year with my all time favourite gel moisturiser from Clinique, the best primer money can buy from Clarins and my current make up love, Clinique ‘Even Better’ foundation. It’s such an easy, throw-on-and-go coverage and I have a feeling we’ll be together for a while. I’m wearing just a tiny bit in the photo below, along with the holy grail Clinique High Impact Extreme mascara. It’s not Christmas without some Lush treats and a bit of Chanel either! I’m a Chanel Mademoiselle wearer in winter and an Estée Lauder Bronze Goddess in summer. You can’t beat either of them for staying power and classic seasonal scents.


I just started reading the ‘How to be Parisian, wherever you are’ book I received and there’s a bit about finding your signature perfume and wearing it forever. I think I’m set! The book really is a bedside treat for when you’re feeling a bit lost about yourself. I’ve only skimmed it and already I want to purchase a good trench coat, drink coffee alone at a street cafe and never ever say ‘Bon appetit!’.


This person does.not.exist. If they do and you know them, get them to add me on snapchat please.

In terms of family time, I spent three days at home which was more than usual because I live much closer now. I drank so much champagne and port, ate ridiculous amounts of meat and Yorkshire pudding and cosied up in front of some cracking films/tv. We do dinner in stages, with the starter at about 3ish, a break, dinner at 6ish, another break, then dessert. It’s much easier on the old waistband than one big feed, but I think it might mean I actually eat more, oops. We had whisky smoked salmon, prawns and beautiful pâté then slow roast rosemary and garlic lamb, regular roast lamb and honey maple gammon with alllllll the trimmings. Tina outdoes herself every year, check out the photo of my plate, and that cheeseboard on Boxing Day, oh my. Boxing Day was a bit of a haze of meat and port, but I did excel at family bingo and ended up making a tenner.




I hope this post hasn’t come across as ‘show off-y’ in any way, I know I love to have a nosey at what people have bought or been given for Christmas. I’m very lucky and grateful to have all these lovely things around me, whether that’s the presents or the people who gave me them. Genuinely. That’s not blogger bullshit, I am actually really chuffed.

It also happens to be my birthday in two days so there might well be another one of these posts…

I’ll have a blue Christmas without you.

Oh yeah, I’m going there. But this isn’t a ‘woe is me’ post, I just wanted to talk about being single at Christmas time. This is the first time I’ve been properly single at this time in around ten years. That may sound like I’m exaggerating but I am 25, almost 26, and I’ve had two fairly long relationships in that time. I also had one small but wonderful one which very sadly had to end recently because we couldn’t make it work.

I’m not going into all the details of past relationships or moan about exes, I don’t have a bad thing to say about any of them (well, maybe after some wine with the girls once or twice I’ve slurred their shortfalls…) Instead, I want to look at how I’m adapting to it and what I’m doing to replace the present giving and all the cute couple-y stuff that dominates instagram at this time of year.

First off, all single girls who enjoy being single and have no plans to change this, I salute you. You’ve got your shit together and you probably don’t need to read on. To all the single girls who hate this time of year because of the couples, I am sorry for what I did when I wasn’t one of you. I’m sorry for posting ‘the boy did good’ photos, I’m sorry for gloating over my relationship and neglecting single friends at Christmas. Now I’m not calling for photos and facebook posts to stop, I had every right to do that and I was happy so I wanted to share it. However, I’m very aware of how much I neglected my friends. Right now, I’m incredibly lucky to have found myself single at the same time as three of my closest friends. We all work together and pretty much all live together so there is no chance when they are around that I’ll feel sad in any way. It’s impossible to be sad when you have three other strong women holding you up. When I wasn’t single, I was guilty of putting my relationships first in every matter, even in front of time with my family. I also barely see my friends who have boyfriends now I’m single, it’s like I’ve lost my membership to the club. So I now solemnly swear that if I find myself in a new relationship, I’m going to do my best to change my attitude to it and remember who’s also important.

Why is it so hard to be single at this time of year? Well actually, it’s not, as I’m discovering. I panicked immediately when I realised I’d be single for Christmas, thinking ‘Oh god, I’ve no one to…’ wait a minute. No one to what with?

Go to the Christmas Market? I did it twice this year, once to catch up with a friend who lives in Barcelona the rest of the year and the second time with two of my best friends, my amazing mum and gran all together. We had hot apple gins, browsed the stalls at leisure and cackled merrily.

Oh but what about present giving? There’s the obvious, ‘I’m saving money not buying them something’ chat. What did I do? Bought myself presents. I treated myself to a new domain name for this, a dress from Topshop and a new beautiful leopard print, pony skin purse. I imagine I’ve picked better gifts than any ex ever could. Only person who’s not chuffed is my Mum because she’s had to take over the buying of the Chanel perfume…

What about a kiss at midnight on Hogmanay? This is a toughie, because the 31st is my birthday. I’m spending it with my family and my flatmate Lauren this year, which I’m looking forward to, but I think of all the events that will sting a bit, that will be the one. I’ll let you know how I get on, I doubt I’ll find a babe at the Golf Club Christmas do…

What about just having someone to BE with? Get a grip. I spend Christmas day and boxing day with my family every year without fail, I’m engulfed with people to be with. The harder days have been the run up to it, especially being ill a lot recently. But I’ve made it to Christmas Eve and I’m still a functioning and happy human being, even though I’m single.

I’m going to dedicate my time to family and friends this year, not just because I don’t have someone else to take up any of it, but because I want to. I’m also going to spend a lot of time on myself, because in the words of the true Queen…

If you can’t love yourself, how in the hell are you gonna love somebody else?

I’m back and I’m still hungry.

Let’s get the explanation out the way first, Cilla Reviews was destroyed by a spam comment and my lack of understanding of my hosting. Simple as that. Every post was lost because I thought they existed on WordPress in the same way that posts do on Tumblr for example. Turns out I was wrong and years of work went down the pan.

It’s taken me almost a year to get back on here and create something new. There is something quite devastating about seeing something you loved doing, something you considered to be your ‘other job’ completely disappear. I was angry at myself for not saving my posts and writing them directly on the editor and I was angry at the hosting company for trying to extort money from me to get it all back. I did manage to collect together snippets from google cache and when I’m back into the swing of this I’ll probably put together a little archive of what I rescued. Until then, this is a fresh start and a lovely new domain name as a Christmas present to myself.

People always asked me where the ‘Cilla’ bit came from, and it’s a strange mash up of an old school librarian calling me ‘Cilla Black on acid’ after seeing a rather rough photo of me and it was my old myspace name. I realised recently that if I want to blog at 25, I can’t use my myspace name. I just can’t take it seriously anymore. I use my full name for many things, and I love that my wonderful Nanny Helen’s full name is in there so from now on, my online presence will no longer be a ‘brand’, it will be Lauren H H Kirk, as in me. Makes sense eh?

A lot of things in my life have changed while I’ve been absent from blogging and I don’t really know where to start in terms of content, all I know is I’m back, my fingers are flying and I can’t wait to get stuck in.

So please bear with me while I find my feet again…and my knife and fork.