Five Minutes On Loss

Trigger Warning: Detailed talk of child loss/medical experiences.

I've been a bit of funk of late and could not for the life of it get to the bottom of what's going on. Then it hit me: My head has reached capacity. 

We go through so many things in our lives. Some bad and some marvellous. Some we talk about and some we don't. Ultimately, I guess we must reach a point where we're fully loaded - That's one of the original reasons I started this blog; A space to vent, to share and maybe even somewhere that other big odd women can relate or refer to. 

I absolutely do not want this to be a site that is SAD and SERIOUS because I am 100% neither, unless I am a. Hungover or b. Pretending I am an adult for a job/loan/other adult reasons. However, I have this space and I need to stay true to my original intentions. 
I PROMISE MY NEXT POST WILL BE KNICKERS.

So here is a big folder that has been archived in my brain, on a topic that I've mentioned time and time again, because grief really is an emotion that never truly leaves you, regardless of whether you feel it should or whether the thing you lost is no longer something you need. 
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Five Minutes On Loss

I miscarried on good Friday four years ago. I remember because I had some strange catholic belief that if Jesus was risen from the dead then so could my baby. I was in a room that wasn’t my own, I was bleeding and it hurt and I told my husband then told my mum and everything went quiet because who knows what to say when this happens. 

Rang the hospital who told me to go to the emergency walk in. Waited awhile, knowing that really time didn’t matter because when you bleed like that a baby isn’t going to be a baby any more. There was a woman crying in the waiting room. I chatted to her, trying to take her mind off the pain she was clearly in. She had toothache and alone and I felt awful for her because nothing hurts more than toothache - She thanked me for talking to her and taking her mind off it, she was so grateful to not be alone and in pain. 

The doctor was dressed like a Bond villain in a black rollneck, covered in wiry white hairs and smelt like dogs. His room was too hot and I was sweating and everything smelt too much of unpleasantness. “One in three pregnancies ends this way” he said when I gave him my notes and told him about the pain and the blood. So it’s ended. I’m the one in three. No comfort at that point but it was oddly comforting to have something to say to everyone as part of the “I’m ok though” conversation. 

Onto the hospital where the blood test showed that I was still pregnant. The ultrasound next. Two incredibly kind women whose faces knew exactly what shapes to make. With my husband there, I thought again of the biblical rising of the dead and held his hand with part of my brain trying to convince me that this would be the first time that we would see our baby and that this would be one of the HAPPY memories. 

No living baby. 

Appointments made for the next day whilst I waited in the maternity ward with the expectant mothers, grinning comfortingly at them hoping that they wouldn’t realise I wasn’t one of them any more and subsequently turn their thoughts to the negative, the fear and pity. 

Back home, back to bed. Easter plans cancelled, parents called and gently told, friends full of love and sadness and not knowing what to say. The guilt that comes with all of that. Of letting people down. Remembering their excitement and predicting their grief that they would never show because their love for me transcends everything else. My husband’s set jaw, not knowing how to react because we didn’t know how to react when the baby was alive never mind now the baby is dead. Hugging and sniffling and the physical pain and the blood and the confusion. Blood tests the next day confirm it really is the end of this story. 

Down to a local cafe for breakfast and to get out of the room that isn’t my own, laughs as we talk about ordering a real drink for the first time in months. Discomfort and a pain that’s not physical as something passes in the toilet to be flushed away because oh my god what else do you do?!? Nobody has told me and nobody knows what to say but at least nature hasn’t played any more tricks on me and I can joke about it whilst everyone else looks a bit uncomfortable but it’s my decision today. 

Time moves on, back to work, having to tell people I didn’t want to know because of one day off work. Too much sympathy. Too much. Will have to think about Christmas leave because I’m not going to be on maternity any more! Every woman has experienced this in some way, they tell me and it HELPS. It really does. The one in three seems more now that people are talking to me. United in loss. 

Deeply grateful for the NHS. 
Deeply grateful that I was able to experience pregnancy when so many don’t. 
Deeply grateful that this baby was a choice. 
Deeply grateful for the completeness we get in being a family of just us two. 

Never really “moving on” - The words of an angel of a friend who has experienced this more times that could ever be fair, telling me to tell anyone who suggests that I SHOULD, to “go f*ck themselves”. There are the bits that we share and the bits that we keep to ourselves. When another well meaning colleague asks the inevitable questions, I know I can’t tell them about the doctor who smelt of dogs or the underwear that needed to be thrown away. It’s not NICE. 

But still life goes on and there are SO MANY joys and happinesses that we experience and maybe now is the time to tell the whole story to people who know me and people who don’t so here it is. Not presented for sympathy, not presented for shock. Presented for catharsis and a hope that if you want to talk or to share or just to go back to the grim and odd little details of your own sadnesses that you keep locked away but really should let yourself remember and feel, you can. 

Presented in the knowledge that this experience is not unique or rare, and no longer exists in MY mind alone. 

Because we are the one in three.

Em x

Five Minutes on Breaking Down

***Trigger Warning: Mental Health***

When I was 29 I had a breakdown.

 It started as butterflies in my stomach. 
A constant feeling of “something is wrong” without knowing what. 
Then I started to forget words, simple words like potato and microwave (vital words in my jacket potato life). 
I would go to work and “wake up” staring at my hands, not sure how long I’d been sitting that way and scared that people were noticing that I was quite clearly a massive weirdo.


 I’d get home and go to bed. No matter what time. I’d switch between staring at the wall, not feeling anything and sobbing into my pillow.
I’ve had a skill from a young age of being able to force myself to feel happy - Just by smiling at myself in a mirror, my brain could switch from sad to happy. 
But now I wasn’t feeling anything. Nothing at all. 

I spoke to my wonderful manager at work, she asked if I might be depressed. 
I knew I couldn’t possibly be. 
What did *I* have to be depressed about? 

The tears started to follow me to work. 
I stopped answering my phone. 
I completely blocked out my family and friends. 
My thoughts got darker, less rational and more intrusive. 

SO I went to the doctor.  
The doctor made me fill out a questionnaire, she told me: 
I’d feel better after Christmas; Christmas makes a lot of people feel sad.  
She threw the questionnaire in the bin.  
I told her, “I won’t be here at Christmas”. 

I didn’t want to die. I just didn’t want to live. 


The doctor prescribed me some pills (It’s all a matter of choice but I these little babies got me to the point where I could accept help)

I was very fortunate that through the support of my wonderful family, I was able to get the help of an incredible therapist who let me talk. 
Who let me NOT talk. 
Who helped me to stop mind reading. 
Who taught me to stop getting into the boxing ring with my own brain. 

The intrusive thoughts continued but they didn’t own me any more. 
Words started to come back. I started to talk to people.
I was feeling again. 


Four and a bit years on: I imagine pre-breakdown me as a care bear; 
all fluff and sparkles and heart. 
Breakdown me was a potato (I remember that word now). 
Post-breakdown me is a cat. 
I’m still soft and loving but there are less sparkles, more solitude (Good solitude) and I know how to recognise when things are going a bit Pete Tong. 
I have intense moments of appreciation for the people around me, delight in their acheivements. 
I know how to drop the things that hurt me but that I can’t control. 
I can be pragmatic but now, more often, I can be positive. 

I can’t tell anyone how to feel. Especially if, like I was, you’re not feeling anything at all. 
But I can tell you that this is not permanent. 
No matter how long it’s been, how often it is. 
All I can say is...

Every single day I wake up with a genuine gratitude that I’m still here. 
Em x 
This post was originally published on Instagram                   All images by the incredible Olivia Lenn 

Best Dressed Guest with Navabi

You all know I love Navabi, so when they got in touch and asked if I'd like to join in bringing the gang back together, I didn't have to think twice!!
Manon Baptiste Paisley Dress - Navabi 
The theme was "The Wedding Edit", SO with Chloe, Becky and the Navabi team, I spend a day flouncing around in the most beautiful occasion dresses (and jumpsuits!) on the market whilst the incredible Jade of JKG photography did her thang.

I see dressing for a special occasion as the opportunity to wear something completely different from my usual style which makes shopping for the perfect pieces a lot more exciting. It’s so important to wear something which actually fits and doesn’t require any tugging or pinning - I want to be able to enjoy the day without worrying that I’m going to be flashing the photographer... Mostly...
Lost Ink Tulle Dress - Navabi 
I tried on so many things that I would never think of trying - Me? In three different shades of pink? Get outta here. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever worn baby pink before but I can honestly say that I adore this tulle dress from Lost Ink. It’s utterly perfect for a christening or Summer wedding; The length is spot on for my height and I can imagine pairing it with my fave leather jacket and smoky eyes for a rocking evening do. 

       

I had a bloody brilliant day with Navabi, as always. This is a brand that just GETS IT you know? They stay true to their customer base whilst always looking at ways to bring quality fashion to us chub chicks. For beautiful, unique buy-to-last pieces I cannot fault them.  

All Outfits - Navabi
If you head to the Navabi site now, you can see some more of the looks from the day (and maybe some behind the scenes coming up soon...!) 
Em x


All photography by JKG Photography for Navabi

Here Comes The Sun with Evans

Firstly, you may notice that Terrible Tumbles has had a little rebrand and I am now (Drumroll please) 

The Em Edit. 

After a friend accidentally referred to me as "Tumble Tots" I realised that maybe the time had come. The content will remain the same, I'll just be confused less with toddler group.

SO here we are: RIP Terrible Tumbles, Long live The Em Edit! 
And now to the fashion... Hurray it's finally hot! I've obviously horrendously burnt myself in the garden and had to go to bed at 8pm due to a rogue WKD Blue (When will I learn...?)

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Floral Dress* - Evans
Today was so hot that as soon as I left the house I was wet. Not sweaty (Or anything else body fluid-wise) wet with something meterological. Something air related. And I really wished I wasn't wearing jeans... I love the fit and flare cut of this Evans dress and how airy it subsequently is. Okay, I know I've been down on cold-shoulders in the past but I WAS wrong - Paired with heeled sandals it's an easy to wear option for a hot evening in the city or a casual day event. 

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Silver Sandals - Evans
I'm wearing a 16 in the dress and 9 in the sandals here. Both are slightly on the larger side so size down if you're on the cusp.

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I think we've all felt insecure about some point of our body at a time in our lives and Summer totally accentuates that. Just a reminder that when the weather is hot, it's so much safer and comfortable to dress appropriately - Your body is exactly the same whether its encased in a jumper or a vest, except one is hot and sweaty and bothersome and stops you from enjoying the glorious weather and the other lets you just LIVE without fear of keeling over from sunstroke. Give it a go, see what you think. 

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Keep your eyes on my Instagram for some tips for avoiding the chub rub which inevitably accompanies lovely Summer frocks. Long gone are the days of flammable thighs!
Em x

Denim Delight - Arched Eyebrow x Navabi

Bethany Rutter is fabulous, there's no two ways about it. She's bright, fun, influential and WHOA can she design a capsule wardrobe!
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Denim Effect Jumpsuit - Arched Eyebrow x Navabi
Animal Print Sandals - ASOS (Similar)
Earrings - Zara (Similar) 
Bethany's first Arched Eyebrow x Navabi collection knocked everyone's socks off; Beautiful bright wardrobe classics which have seen so many of us through the year and this range is just as strong. Bethany has always been at the forefront of the call for wearable basics for plus size babes and that's what this range is. Cute colourful tees, go-with-everything culottes and this fabulously wearable denim jumpsuit - On a page, the collection is simple, SO cohesive,  and frankly beautiful. 

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When I look at any range, I like to assume that at least one piece was made with me in mind and this one is mine. Comfortable and easy to wear - Denim effect is perfect for Summer, you get the look without the bulk (and sweat!). The length is spot on, the neckline is easy yet chic. I would be just as happy wearing this jumpsuit with my converse and a leather belt as I am in heels and statement earrings. And you all know how much I love versatile. 

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I'm perpetually between sizes and would have been equally as happy in a 16 as I am in this 18, the fabric is loose and stretchy but has a really great weight to it, meaning that it hangs from the shoulders to the waist then from the waist straight down - No clinging or camel toe! Bethany has ensured that the fit of this range is much more consistent than the previous, meaning that every piece is true to size (How much easier is life when that happens!?)

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Huge congratulations to Bethany and Navabi for yet another crowd pleasing collection - Please keep them coming! 

My readers can get 10% off the whole Arched Eyebrow x Navabi range until Tuesday 5th June with the code TUMBLESBR10 
Em x
* Item gifted - All views are my own 

Brighter Days with Coast Curve

It's occasion time innit? Weddings, christenings, birthdays, divorces. All of these things call for a killer outfit because...well...why not?

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Occasionwear over a size 16 use to be...shit. We all know the feeling, you've got the money but there's nowhere to spend it - Bland colours, floaty trousers, a scarf. It was so frustrating, especially when there were so many straight size brands on the scene flaunting full skirts, Bardot necklines, wiggle dresses, colours, patterns; FUN. 

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Belle Maxi Dress* - Coast Curve
Wrap Sandals - Simply Be (Similar)
Earrings - Zara (Similar) 
Coast were always the brand that I looked at longingly so when they first collaborated with Simply Be on an occasionwear range I was all over it. Now they've taken it one step further and launched their own Curve Range online, a glorious mix of best dressed guest, wardrobe classics and Summer essentials and I LOVE it. Just look at the Belle dress I was so kindly sent. Stunning.

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Coast Curve starts at a size 20, which I'm wearing here. As much as an 18 would have been more my size, the scuba material and bias cut of the skirt means that the dress hangs beautifully. I love the movement, the comfort and the simplicity of this dress and I sincerely hope they make it in more colourways (navy or green for me please!) But until then, this vibrant red makes me feel fun, bright and ready to party.

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So let's throw on those bright colours and dance like we're never going to stop. Lets get sweaty, take up space and enjoy every minute of it BECAUSE WE DESERVE TO. You get one life don't let anyone else dictate what you do with it.
Em x
*Denotes gifted item.

All That Glitters - I'm Back!

Gosh it's been SO long - I've missed this. I've missed thinking, I've missed writing, I've missed YOU! So I'm back and I'm making a vow to never, ever leave it this long again.

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Sequin Kimono - Simply Be
Sequin Shorts - Simply Be
Longline Bra - Gossard (from Simply Be)
Charlie Faux Fur Sandals - Tskenya 
So where have I been? What have I been doing?  Well, as you know, I moved house last year and have been spending stupid time and money on getting things just as I want them (I am NOWHERE NEAR MATE) You can see a few of the bits I've been doing on InstagramI've been to Berlin (cold), Rome (wet) and pretty much every reach of the UK.  I've worked with some incredible brands (including NavabiBoobydooCurvy Kate, Second ScriptEvans) on some amazing campaigns. I've been working. HARD. 

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Most importantly, in March my beautiful, incredible, magical niece was born. Friends, I have never known a love like it. People had warned me that I'd be besotted but this is a whole new level. I can't walk past her without wanting to pick her up, kiss her or sniff her (How weird are humans with this baby sniffing thing please?!?!) I am utterly OBSESSED. I don't even care that everyone loves her more than me (even my husband, who finds babies about as interesting as trigonometry, is falling for her) because, actually, I love her more than anything that has ever lived. If I had to choose between never sniffing her her or never eating a Big Mac again I would say "Bye Bye Big Mac now let me sniff that baby's head." 

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But throughout it all, I've missed this. I love writing, I love sharing my thoughts, I love just having the headspace to sit down and indulge in my own type of creativity. So strap back in, settle down and get ready for my comeback. 

Em x

I Am My Own Best Gift with Playful Promises

It's that time of year when the shops are full of pink and red things, heterosexual men are wondering whether they should start thinking about booking that reasonably priced Italian restaurant and I’m readying myself for sausage, chips and beans at Morrisons (Not a metaphor…) It's also the time of year when our favourite lingerie brands bring out the hottest of their looks - HURRAY!

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Irena Harness Bra* - Playful Promises
Irena Briefs* - Playful Promises
Playful Promises are up there with their stylish, well-made, supportive and oh-so-sexy lingerie. With its rust-coloured detail, eyelash lace and harness straps, the Irena set was pretty much made for me. Longline bras and high waisted briefs are always my styles of choice and all of these elements come together in making me feel AMAZING.

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I’m wearing a 36F here with 18 briefs. The bra is perfectly true to size, as are the briefs. I do think I could have sized down but with mesh I don’t like to risk it JUST IN CASE (I’m a pro at putting my big silly thumbs through things…). You know how I feel about comfort above all else and this set is an absolute joy to wear - If I was someone who dated, I have no doubt in my mind that this would be a date set (e.g. It's sexy but I wouldn't have to go to the toilet to arrange it before taking my clothes off) (Is this a thing that happens?!? I miss being young...) 

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I’ve been thinking recently about how much more comfortable I am with reviewing lingerie nowadays and I think this comes down to two reasons:
1. There’s a lot more lingerie out there that I like, that fits and that makes me feel good.
2. Looking at myself in less clothes has genuinely changed how I feel about how my appearance, I’ve gone from checking myself in the mirror all the time, doubting myself and feeling just generally yuk, to liking what I see in these pictures -This frees up more time for doing useful things like working on my horrific personality…

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If you WERE thinking of treating yourself to a little summin summin for Valentines Day, Playful Promises have a VERY comprehensive list for all of your sexy/sultry/sweet/hibernation Valentines needs (I'm very into these pjs...)
Em x 
* Denotes items gifted for review. All opinions are my own

Fabulous Feet with Tskenya

Stylish, affordable shoes and boots in sizes 8-13 (UK)? YES PLEASE. 
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Striped Dress - Zara 
These are the Charlie sandals by fabulous new brand Tskenya - Strappy, fluffy, high-heeled AND A SIZE 10! Yes, a REAL size 10. Not an 8, not a small size 9, and actual size 10. With these sandals, my fashion life has been absolutely made.

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I can honestly say that I've never worn shoes this high in my entire life (3.5 inches), mainly because I've never had the opportunity but THEY ARE SO COMFORTABLE. The ankle straps fit me on the tightest fitting (My ankles are oddly slender, hence them bending/snapping on the regular) with plenty more room for those of you who have been engineered for less feeble movement… I just love the faux fur on these sandals, I’ve seen such frivolity on many a smaller-footed friend and now I can play too. 

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SO you’ll definitely have grasped that I really like these shoes but this isn’t where it ends with Tskenya. Along with being affordable (With prices from a mere £27.50 ranging to a still completely acceptable £65) and stylish (Velvet boots, ankle ties, faux fur - YUP!)- have a watch of this quick video where founder and designer of TSKENYA; Tskenya-Sarah Frazer describes her mission to make this a range which is intersectional, gender neutral (All marketing is gender free and I, for one, LOVE IT) and truly inclusive of all narratives. I don’t know anyone who couldn’t get behind this vision and checking out the brand across social media really proves just how much Tskenya-Sarah is practising what she preaches. 


Tskenya also follow a number of internal policies which ensure that they operate in an ethical and transparent manner. I am SO impressed by how up front the brand are about what they stand for - This level of environmental and social consciousness is not what I've come to associate with affordability so, frankly, I intend to support this new and exciting brand to the ends of the earth. 

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Expect to see a lot more of these shoes as they're officially the sexiest footwear I own and as long as I don’t break my neck navigating stairs in them (I have some high heel skillz catching up to do) they’ll be a very important part of my wardrobe from hereon in. 
Em x
* Denotes item gifted for review - All opinions are my own.