I'm not a hugely sentimental person, I'm lucky to have enough amazing memories to last me a lifetime but every now and again I come across something that reminds me of a great time that I just can't throw away.

Last weekend as I cleared my room out in preparation for my new furniture's arrival I stumbled across this little box of memories that was hidden under my bed. Here's what I found:





This was my first ever week-long school trip during secondary school and it was a PGL holiday to the south of France. I don't think I have ever enjoyed a trip away nearly as much as I enjoyed that one! These photos are from an album I kept from that trip and setting my blue-Powerade-tongue and dodgy truckers hat/Clash tee aside, here are a few photos of some of the amazing people I met on that holiday!



This is a little snapshot of my primary school leavers book. I didn't get a yearbook in secondary school but I absolutely adored my primary school so I'm glad that I kept this one! The craziest thing as I'm reading this now is that I still live just around the corner from my primary school and still see a lot of these people around our town - and on Facebook of course!



Finally, this little gem was a birthday card made my best friend. It was for my 22nd birthday a couple of years ago and is probably one of my favourite gifts ever, true to form the two of us are going to see Magic Mike this weekend so very little has changed in the last two years!

Things I'd Tell My Younger Self

I'm not one to dwell on the past but as I get older I experience certain things in life - mostly positive - that I wish I could reassure my younger self about if I had the chance, especially zits, boys and the ever-daunting 'life-plan'!

Don't try to remove your black hair dye with bleach. One of my favourite memories - because of it's hilariousness - starts when I'm 14-years-old. I was a huge Harry Potter fan and really, really wanted Emma Watson's light, golden-brown locks. Unfortunately, my hair was dyed black, super, super black. So, my best friend (who is still my best friend to this day despite the horror that ensues) bleached my entire head. Due to the fact she was also a fourteen-year-old girl with zero experience in hairdressing, she began at my roots, leaving me with white roots which then faded slowly into yellow and then orange. Not very Emma Watson at all.