The Lazy Girl Dishes: Apple Crumble

There are plenty of people who will assure you that the apple crumble is boring; that it’s a waste of good apples; that there are so many better things that you can do with both apples and crumbles.

If you ask me though, crumbles – and especially this one – are the true lazy girl dessert that makes us look like domestic goddesses who actually make our own desserts. (The very laziest among us would opt for store-bought cake and ice-cream, obviously.) Warm, sweet fruit hidden under a rich, buttery crumble, supplemented with a decadently creamy, vanilla-y accompaniment; what more could you possibly want? It is truly the perfect autumn dessert.

When it comes to style, I’m a bit temperamental. Every kind of mood – from jeans-and-t-shirt days to classic and elegant days to hipster chic days – happens. For style preferences, I generally flicker between minimalist chic and boho funkiness, so consider yourself warned; this here’s going to be a mighty eclectic post.

The Lazy Girl Dishes: Chicken Tikka Sandwiches

Note: Since we lazy girls are pretty flexible and this is a leftover recipe, feel free to adapt the recipe to whatever leftover meat strikes your fancy.

The Lazy Girl Guide to: Skincare

As a self-professed queen of lazing about and procrastinating as long as humanly possible on everything under the sun, I understand the siren call of not wanting to do anything with your self and making every day 'jammie day'. I get that you just really do not want to bother. But as moving to the tropics has taught me, you have to work to be beautiful.

And what's more? Your skin will thank you for it, every single day.

MUD Nails (part deux)

MUD Nails

Drugstore Beauty Haul

Warning: This is not an actual haul. 
** All prices quoted are from the brand's website unless otherwise stated.

The other day, I had to get on an international flight with only a couple of hours of notice and a million things to do before I left. [Case in point: All good bras were dirty and the trip lasts a minimum of three weeks.] Clearly, looking fabulous was both low priority and not in the realm of possibility.

And then – some hours of running around like a headless chicken later – the utterly predictable happened; the flight was delayed. With airport wifi acting like the shit it was, there was only one path left to take, really: I bought Burger King chicken nuggets, drooled over the adorable backpacker pouting at his fries in one corner and then went to explore the duty-free shopping.