Zoe Sugg's Blog, page 99

When Emira is apprehended at a supermarket for ‘kidnapping’ the white child she’s actually babysitting, it sets off an explosive chain of events. Her employer Alix, a feminist blogger with the best of intentions, resolves to make things right.

But Emira herself is aimless, broke and wary of Alix’s desire to help. When a surprising connection emerges between the two women, it sends them on a crash course that will upend everything they think they know – about themselves, each other, and the...

What’s the inspiration behind your latest collection?

For SS20 we created our own ice cream parlour back in September LFW. I had met Daisy; a vintage ice cream van at a Spring fair with my daughters and the idea stemmed from there. All the flavours inspired the pastel colour palette.

What did you study at school / Uni to become a designer?

I was artistic from a young age. My grandpa was an artist so I used it paint with him and at home a lot. I went on to study Fashion Print at Central St...

Storm Ciara and Dennis have been and gone and had their wicked way with our recycling bins and now Spring is finally in the air. The days are getting longer, we can hear bird song and smell daffs and eat gelato once again. Which means one thing… bare leg season is here, people.

We knew this day would come and yet here we are, panic plaiting our knee hair and tucking it into our boots. At this stage, we’re gonna need to take a lawnmower to it. Is it a shoelace or is it actually attached to...

We’re turning our attention to outfits that’ll be both comfortable enough for a sight-seeing marathon and chic enough for a tour of the local cocktail bar. Something that says, we’re game for a day of exploring but hey, let’s make a reservation for a fancy-schmancy lunch en route to the Eiffel Tower, eh? Tres bon!

Pass us a beret already…

I am a big fan of a city break but also a big fan of being comfy. So I’ll opt for something flowy but good for exploring. I’ll pop on...

From throwing the bridal bouquet to saluting lone magpies and puckering up under the mistletoe, here’s how these customs came to be.

Throwing the bouquet at weddings

Many moons ago, it was considered extremely good luck to get your hands on a piece of the bride. In a bid to keep the dress and veil in one piece, brides began throwing their bouquets in the air to distract the frenzied guests. Today, it is believed whoever catches the bride’s bouquet will be the next one down the aisle.

Eating...

You know those songs that make your body move in a way that is both liberating and ever so slightly alarming? It starts with a tapping of toe, maybe a modest happy head nod, then before you know it you’re using the Hoover nozzle as a microphone and the kitchen as your stage. Things escalate. Your hair has a mind of its own, neighbours start banging on walls, car alarms start going off. But nothing can hold you back because you’re having such a good time, you’re having a ball. You are Freddie...

If only life were that simple. Suddenly you’re overcome with… the fear. It creeps up on you like an impending smear test or the feeling that you’ve forgotten to hand your coursework in 10 years too late.

What if she can’t do me like I do me? What if she can’t paint my tiny lips like I can, or handle my brows like I can?

It’s the same inner monologue that plays out when we commit to a hair appointment. Suddenly our hair looks f*cking great. Never have our locks looked quite as superior than in...

If you ask any grandparent or someone older than you, I’m sure most would still shrug their shoulders and chuckle: “I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up!” Perhaps it is only a light, nosy question, like discussing the rainy weather, but sometimes it can feel too heavy.

No one wants to predict their future on the spotEmma Gannon

No one wants to predict their future on the spot; no one wants to be asked where they see themselves in five years time. Definitely not when you’re a...

When did you start writing?

I’ve been writing since I was little but I didn’t take it seriously until I was in my early twenties.

What was the process like for writing ‘Such a Fun Age’?

In the beginning, I would write Monday through Friday for three hours in the morning and another hour in the evening. But once I went to grad school and had more time and a bigger body of work, I would do eight hour days, especially in the final weeks of completion.

What inspired you to write ‘Such a Fun Age’...

Please be upstanding for the BEST foodie holiday of the year. A whole day dedicated to eating and celebrating the brunch dish to end all brunches! A hall pass to eat sweet, spongy layers of beige for breakfast, lunch and dinner. We are of course talking about Pancake Day!

Be it a simple dusting of sugar and lemon, the whole maple syrup, fruit and whipped cream shebang or tier on tier of Nutella – we’ve all got our go-to pancake order but if you’re looking to switch up your usual toppings,...