sipping coffee.

How is it August already?! Feels like only yesterday I layed on pebbly beach with my sun-lounge rammed into the Greek coastline, I attempt to think about the future, because that’s what you do when you finish your degree, or more accurately as I awaited my future to be revealed. (Update, I got a 2:1 and a hefty library fine that holds my actual certificate hostage). And it seems less possible to escape the family questions... ‘So what do you think you’ll do after you graduate?’. Well Elizabeth, I would be doing it if I knew, wouldn't I.

Should I get a job and attempt at setting a goal of buying a house or a flat? Seems like a good goal to have; but getting a mortgage means roots and if you know me, you know that roots don’t play well with me. Is this the Peter Pan Syndrome? Is it the case of not wanting to grow up? Not wanting to be caught up in the cycle of a same old same old job? I feel like I'm more than a greyscale office, with grey scale people, wearing grey scale office clothes. I can be fun AND professional, apparently I've been doing it pretty well for 4 years anyway. I don't want to grow up if it means becoming a boring adult, doing boring adult things, eating boring adult sandwiches. 

I mean I’m 22, part of me thinks I should have a plan, a route or a direction. Which vaguely I do... and the other part is trying to convince myself that it’s ok if I don’t... which is hard when everyone around you is getting grad jobs and you can’t even pick between working in the city or the country side. 

The pressure after students graduate is immense, but at the same time as long as you’re doing something and not bumming your way around living off your parents dollar (although if it’s something you can do, you do you), young people have it hard these days and I’m not mad about taking a week to relax and figure out the next little step. Although taking a week too many can be dangerous as the comforts of being at home loom around you.

The way I see it is... we move through life at different paces, and that’s ok. Your friends might have a grad job, but if it’s not something you want to do, then why would you? Yeah, ok it might seem tempting to settle, it may feel as though that's what you want because everyone else is doing it, but you wouldn't settle for a boy, why settle for a job?

Of course this is coming from someone who doesn’t have a grad job so I may be bias, but I also haven’t applied to any. Simply because. I haven’t found one I would want to stay in the U.K. for or trade my 'freedom' for. Essentially, you will be dedicating majority of your day to travelling, working so it best be something you love and enjoy. 

There’s nothing I can say to make you feel better if you’re not trying anything and bumming it in life, but if you have the luxury to then I guess why not. This is one of those posts that will make little sense to someone who has it all figured out, but I feel like I don't. Things are changing quickly, too quickly. It's one of those times where I want to go with the flow, I miss my friends and please tell me I'm not alone here haha! To all past and present graduates, I feel you now. 

p.s I'm no longer in Greece, very very sadly
Oh the season of red and love... right after the ‘cosy af with bae’ during January blues and just before cutesy yellow and green tones popping up courtesy of Easter, the single folk first have to face the territory of red....  love in the air, love in the streets, couples holding hands, couples here there and everywhere. Couple goals seem to be on every corner (and by every corner I mean Instagram, because let’s be real who leaves the house these days, let alone in this FREEZING February..) and are actually making you want to puke if you’re single and in your 20s... But we still wear pink for the occasion....

It's just that time of the year again, us singletons go out of our way to jazz up the single life and say just how much we live for being single, we don't care, what even is Valentine's Day? We're not bothered... Ha, but I bet you are. Though don’t threat... You're not the only bitter person and I'm here with 14 great things about being single on 14th of February (if we've not been reminded enough). 

1. You might overload on lonely pizza and sale chocolate, but at least it's not a constant thing (unless you're a student with weak af will power, in which case you might just be f*cked). Being in a relationship and gaining weight is not a myth! 

2. Single people can hate on people in relationships with other single people until they're not single anymore, and then they can say how 'bitter' us single people tend to be.... you used to be one of us 

3. Rest! It's Wednesday, you've already had a long week, the last thing you need is a row about the reservations he forgot to make.... or go out on the p*ss with your pals, that works too... 

4. You might be alone on Valentine’s Day, but you’ve also been alone days before and will be the day after and all the days in between... so really nothing’s changed 

5. I’m sure you could have a boyfriend/girlfriend if you wanted to....... whatever we need to hear for self actualisation

6. People in relationships are actually gross.... and we get told we’re the gross ones

7.) but you can be verrrryyyy gross if you want to 

8.) You are a pro at those chat up lines, because you tried to work your magic to find that Prince Charming on bumble 

9.) You can watch that TV show whenever you want.... WHENEVER 

10.) Also, who’s got extra cash for presents that are not for you..... and Pizza for one pls and ty

11, 12,13, 14. You don't have to endure the pain of watching all the other couples look like they're having a blast with that set menu, then getting mad at bae for having a mediocre date, when everyones having one that's just as mediocre as yours

And that's it from me!

Outfit Deets:
Coat: Boohoo
Top: Missguided (Mine was on sale, but similar or on sale here)
Leggings: Pull&Bear (No longer on website, but similar here, here, here, here)
Boots: Missguided (NOW ON SALE!)

Side note.... big up to my friend Ford for editing and taking some amazing shots of this outfit and for making me feel all levels of sass despite it being a very busy afternoon... 

products for dry hairhaironpoint products for dry hair
#haironpoint this winter with Palmers
So winter is fast approaching, the weather keeps going from 0 to 100, which means it could be a good time to think about taking care of all the dry bits. You never know when you'll wake up feeling like you've got frost bite. Dramatic? Maybe, but you have to admit the weather has now drastically changed and the sun is quite deceiving. Just yesterday I was walking freezing my little tootsies off, with the sun beaming, and today I woke up to hot and stuffy Birmingham air... ew.

Though forgotten and neglected by many, hair actually becomes super dry and dull in the cold weather, and as it's prone to breakage it makes our hair split-end central. It's just not cute ok, and I won't bore you with the ins and outs of dry hair, but lucky for you, I'm here to talk you through it a little bit.

I was sent over the gorgeous Palmer's Coconut Formula range. When they first got in touch, the thing that made me say yes in the first place is that the coconut oil sustainably and ethically sourced, containing high levels of fatty acids, helping to lock in moisture and hydrate your locks. When choosing a shampoo, it's important for me that it doesn't contain any nasties including Sulphates, Parabens, GMOs or harsh chemicals; this range does just that... and more.

I was lucky enough to try out majority of the range made up of Palmer's Coconut Oil Formula Conditioning Shampoo, Repairing Conditioner, Oil Formula Strong Roots Spray and Deep Conditioning Protein Pack (which omg, did wonders for my hair).

Palmers coconut dry oil spray

So... first let me tell you how I wash my hair, yeah I know... but wait, trust me when I say this will change your life as it has mine. A while back I read MariaJ's blog about this method of washing your hair and it's mad how simple it is and more people need to know about it. In midst of complicated concepts I currently study at uni, washing your hair twice is not one of them... Mind blown? No? Ok, well I was, but try it and then tell me. Basically what happens in the first shampoo, you use a small amount to get rid of the dirt and build up in the hair, the second wash is where the magic happens- again using a tiny amount of product to get a good fat lather going, get into those roots and your hair will feel shamazzzinggg!

The shampoo itself is rich and creamy containing Manoi oil (I think they all do to nourish them locks). This adds shine, radiance and makes your hair feel super soft and smooth. In conjunction with the Shampoo, I loved using the conditioner too. I have been using my hair straighteners more than usual these past months because my hair ends are looking a little worse for wear; frizzy and too dead for my liking. Another thing I didn't realise until I used the conditioner is that it's also for colour treated hair, and since I recently had a balyage situation did,  I wanted to give it a lil whoop whoop in the shower...

I then went ahead and gave the protein pack a go... Being in major need of TLC for my hair, this is exactly what I needed. A lil sumin' sumin' for my dehydrated damaged and dry hair. I left it in for about 15minutes (or so) and the results were just what the doctor ordered. If only they had a mask like this for the fixing up your soul... yeah that would be really good right now.

Honestly, my hair has never felt quite so bouncy and soft!

palmers coconut oil formula
palmers coconut oil formula

After the process of washing I used the dry oil spray, and oh-my-days.... I have never received so many compliments about my hair smelling fab... like ever. You know when you're on the public transport or something, and there's someone in front of you and their hair smells so good you just want to dig in and smell it forever, but even a slight sniff will make you look like a fucking weirdo (... no I haven't ever done that, but I came pretty damn close). I feel like I can be that person now, and you can smell mine all you want, I won't even be mad. Even though it's an oil, I used it way too much and my hair still didn't get greasy.

However, I do have normal to dry hair especially after the colour treatment, I would suggest a trial and error process if you have oily hair then perhaps using the oil on wet hair rather than dry hair, right before you blow dry is your best option!

palmers coconut oil formula
I'm so impressed with the range in general, especially at the price it comes with, it's definitely something you should give lil test... I've been using this for over two weeks now and my hair is in less of a need to be washed, yet my scalp doesn't feel dry or flaky, and we all know that washing your hair on the daily basis is not fabulous.
palmers coconut oil formula
palmers coconut oil formula

Hope you're having a fab Monday lovelies! I wish you the best hair days ever! 

*This is a sponsored post, but all opinions are honest and my own


Your best foot forward with Clive Christian
I swear looking for the perfect scent is a lifelong mission, and just like you shouldn't settle for shitty coffee, friends or men, we shouldn't settle for mundane scents ether. But, regardless scents defines us and our behaviour. 

Clive Christian is a British luxury interiors and perfume company and their website (here) is filled with gourmand perfumes that bear character, complexity and deep senses. Scents linger on our skin and there's something quite fucking fascinating about the body's chemistry, warm pulse points and our heartbeat that intertwined with our individual hormones causes a reaction to allow the fragrance to smell differently on everyone. 

gourmand perfumes

But seriously, you know that moment when someone walks past you and you're like whoaaaa girl stop, now, I want that, whatever that is you have... I want it, you smells afuckingmazing! 

Smell good, feel good. There definitely is some positive correlation here. We have different scents for different occasions, and there is some sort of vavavoom that the perfumes possess to evoke a certain mood, feel some sort of emotion and captivate moments that later arouse memories through the power of essence. Scents play bigger part in the way we are than we think, and that's not just me talking, there's science backing me up on this one.

gourmand perfumes
gourmand perfumes

When I was contacted to have a little try and smell of this perfume, I was excited,  but I definitely didn't expect the alluring charm I experienced once I spritz it for the first time.

The sample I was sent was from their private collection, enclosed in a gorgeous little box with two tiny sample bottles... but I'm just having to pause for a second and gather my thoughts as my nose is glued to my wrist. I genuinely can't stop smelling it. I've never smelt a scent quite as distinct as this one, it almost smells as what I would want it to smell if I concocted my own perfume... And I always wanted to do that! 

Sexy and sophisticated. In the process of trying to find more words to describe the scent, I feel like I'm describing the woman, while simultaneously characterising the fragrance. Strong but gentle. Classy yet vivacious... sophisticated, intricate, delicate and a touch mysterious. Complex. Different.

There's something about the soft richness of it that brings out a sensual and flirty vibe to the cohort of overall smokey yet opulent, luxurious aroma. 

If you were to spritz this on your pressure points, go on a date... he would remember you, it's the kind of scent that would be your scent. If you didn't know any better you wouldn't think I'm talking about perfume, but it really does bring a charming formulation of provoked emotion that I didn't expect. 

Now I'm not going to hide the fact that they cost some serious dolla, there's a reason it's luxurious and if I had a rich husband I would definitely be making that investment. A girl can dream, and maybe the future me, the girl in 5 years time will be able to treat herself like that.

LET'S CHAT... I would love to know your feel-good perfume and what you look for in a scent down in the comments!

gourmand perfumes
gourmand perfumes
gourmand perfumes

*This is a sponsored post, but all opinions are honest and my own


Say hello to Sipping Coffee
Hello and a great big massive welcome to you, who have stumbled upon my humble abode.

Sipping-Coffee, what a bloody struggle it was to get here, but we're here. 

So I should probably introduce myself, I'm Angelika (yes, it is pronounced like the one from the Rugrats, minus her tyrannical nature, though mother may disagree). You might also know me as angelikablogs, but that's the book I've decided to re-write. And this is the new book. 

For years I have struggled with my blog. It was me all the time, I was honest, but it never felt quite right (if you stick around, in the next couple of weeks I will publishing a post on 5 tips to overcome blogger identity crisis, and you can stay updated on the twitter). I couldn't figure out what was wrong, until I realised that the space doesn't reflect me in the slightest. Overtime I tried to put it back on track and I failed, miserably. It's like playing a game of snakes and ladders, but landing on the head of the snake every.damn.time. 

But tell me this, for someone who has never been in love, is it the excitement, the racing of the heart, or the lust to caress her body first thing in the morning? Could it be the feeling of the blood rushing through your flesh at the thought of her, and the smile on your face at the sight of her? You miss her when she's out of reach, and though she's not around, she never quite leaves your mind. Am I close? Because by her I mean this blog. And by body I mean my Canon 600D. I'm excited! 

Now let me tell you why we're here and not over at angelikablogs. Ew, I literally cringe every time I say that, you know that e-mail you've created when you were 10? That's what it makes me feel like. It just feels timid, shy, cute and nothing like me, despite it literally having my name on it.

All the while angelikablogs was alive, I felt like a yoyo. Back and forth, frantically trying to figure out what was wrong. I made excuses, I had a shitty year last year, I didn't have lighting or time. But no reason was quite 'reason' enough because upon acquiring and fixing all possible excuses there was no progress. Angelikablogs was a dead end. I had content lined up to be published that I could never actually publish, as if I was saving it for something. And then I realised that no amount of motivation, photos, content or love will make that space quite my own. I wasn't loving it. I always had the ick (this one was for all my fellow love to hate, hate to love, love islanders).

Now that I have created sipping-coffee (or sippingcoffee_ on social media), I feel like I fell in love with my space. I feel like I can be honest, real but most importantly unfiltered. Because hey, your girl over here swears, she's not cutesy and sort of an organised chaos majority of the time. Heres to the girls who just can't get their shit together.

p.s nothing wrong with shy and timid, but it's just not me. 

Lots of love
a. xoxo

48 hours in Ibiza

48 hours in Ibiza

You'd be surprised just how much you can fit in 48 hours if you really tried, especially if you remove sleep from the equation and face the fact that you'll be deprived of the z's big time. If you are spending 48 hours in Ibiza, you should probably decide why you're going, because I highly doubt you'll be able to catch a tan, party and explore all at once, unless it consists of exploring the pretty places to get boozy at.

Ibiza closing parties are just around the corner and if you've booked a spontaneous flight, you probably want to know a little bit of what to expect. I went to Ibiza for literally 48 hours for the first time and it went a little something like this...

Let's start painting the picture at a club where I met a guy, long story short, a few dates down the line a trip to Ibiza seemed like a brill idea. Because nothing makes more sense than going away with someone you've previously met 4 times.... right?

So first things first. Before I even went, I was ready for expensive. And it was very expensive. Beautiful? Gorgeous? Alive? Yes, but also expensive. You might not need to resort to selling a kidney, but I wouldn't rule it out completely.

I blew quite a bit of dolla solely in 48 hours, paying little attention to where and what I was spending, there are definitely ways you could save. And maybe having a table with a €140 minimum spend at Mambo is not that way. Though, I highly recommend Mambo, well known for it's sunset spot, and once you've done that once, you can join all the other ballers on the beach with a bottle of something, trying to keep a straight face while Ibiza bangers are replaces with cringe 'where the road goes' tune, making your non-romantic getaway fucking cute.

Despite the expensive nature of the island, I would fully support anyones decision to go to Ibiza, and if you catch a cheaper flight, you won't need me to convince you.

Naturally, when you book your holiday, the first thing you do is think; clothes. Unless you're sensible and then you might be thinking that you need some sort of shelter. Nonetheless, general attire for Ibiza is trendy and stylish. Whether it's casual, smart, dressed up, everyone somehow looks good. Don't mistake wearing 5 inch stilettos everywhere as trendy, save yourself the blisters, because no one really cares if you're wearing stilettos or platforms; casual can look good too.

Just think: Instagram. I don't think I was quite ready for it or the heat, and man, if I went again, I would definitely alter my wardrobe slightly... bring more sparkle, more platform shoes and more simple clothes that can be accessorised during the day.

Getting Around
Tried and tested: there are no Ubers in Ibiza folks. Legit taxis are your best bet upon arrival, and just like any airport, you'll find them lined up outside. Don't fall for dodgy men enticing you to their taxi and you feel like it's a good idea because the queue at the taxi rank is bigger than your ego and you think you'll be quicker and better off. They're creepy and you'll probably get ripped off big time.

When it comes to getting around to clubs, I highly recommend getting yourself into a bus station. I think the price to getting to clubs on the bus was around €3 a head, which is not exactly relative to €20-30 you may pay if you're making your way from San Antonio to the bigger clubs like Pacha. They have a bus to all the clubs, and it will get you pumped as you'll be amongst other fellow Brits and foreigners giving it beans before hand. Not as glamorous? Yeah ok, but aren't we all here for the experience?

Every club has their more popular nights of the week and the clubs you attend and its attire will heavily depended on the events that are on at a current time. This will likely to be displayed in the foyer of your hotel, along with what is on who is on, where and how much it will cost you. Oh and I highly recommend looking at instagram for outfit inspo!

Day 1
Day one was the day we flew in, we were in our apartment at about 8pm, we took a trip to the supermarket to stock up on the essentials; Crisps, Bubbly, Beer, Vodka, Mixer and Lime.

Highly, highly recommend taking a trip down to the supermarket, booze are cheap and you will, you WILL appreciate those crisps when you get back after a night of partying.

The first night we were there, we've had our tickets pre-booked for Pacha, one of the biggest night clubs in Ibiza. In my opinion, you definitely have to go at least once. Is it overhyped? Probably. Was it my favourite of the two? No. But it's still amazing and you should go and experience it.

This one is dressy, I highly recommend heels and bit of glam. I personally opted for a subtle LBD, as it was my first time going, I wanted to look nice but also feel comfortable and confident. This LBD was nice and tight and definitely made me feel a little bit sexy. With Pacha, there were all sorts of glam levels, you can pull out all the stops. And yes I do have a bone to pick with that tragic parting...

Outfit Details:
Dress: Missguided
Shoes: Missguided (Now on SALE!)
Earrings: Newlook
Day 2
Consisted of Mambo Breakfast, Cocktails, Ocean Beach, Mambo Sunset and Amnesia

Oh and a make-up disaster. Honestly, if you're planning on looking 'Insta glam' for Ocean Beach, I highly suggest getting yourself a very well air conditioned room and a portable fan. Due to my very organised disorganised nature, I was not in charge of any planning or booking behind the trip itself and the room unfortunately was insanely hot. My beloved MAC foundation was not my friend, it did not have yo sistas back. Despite setting it with my smashbox setting spray, it literally baked on my face (and not the good kind of bake) it bubbled up and literally slid off.

And of course it happened to me in front of this poor guy who has already been waiting ages for me. 
I felt shitty and tried to not have a makeup tantrum, so I ended up just completely taking it off and going bare faced. To Ocean....

So to say the least, once at Ocean, cute was not how I was feeling, and maybe just a little shitty next to these super sexy girls. But after spending way too long in the loos, the wiser me told myself to get over it. I was there. I had no makeup, there was nothing I could do.

I was quite happy enjoying good company and not worrying about my makeup, which also allowed for the classic attempt of Dirty Dancing lift to happen in the pool. By classic I mean catastrophic and pathetic. Oh other than the eyeliner, because EINSTEIN over here didn't think of bringing waterproof one... Basically one big disaster. Don't do it. The the Balearic Island air is... hot and stuffy. Remember that. Though I travelled in August, peak time, September will still bring in a good average of 25 degrees. Now if you're a Brit, you may find yourself suffering with little wind to compensate.

As for me? Oh I was just chilling with sweat dripping down my back all the while plastering a smile on my face trying to convince myself I'm not at all struggling. Happy is an understatement of the year to describe how I was feeling once we got a table at Mambo for our breakfast that morning with the first bit of breeze and fresh air from the sea.

Speaking of Mambo, highly recommend for fellow wannabe bloggers and the lovers of the white wash grids on the gram, will love this as they have really hit the spot with perfect marble tables (second picture from the top).

We also revisited mambo that same eve for the lush sunset and a spot of sampling Spanish cuisine, in the name of Burger and Chips.... Classic.

48 hours in Ibiza

What to wear in Ibiza
Day 3
We flew home... The contrast between travelling to Ibiza vs traveling home is a picture to be seen... A group of lads who were more than probably giving it some good beans the night before, scattered around the tables of Burger King, quite literally dead. Well and truly defeated by Ibiza, I would expect nothing less, I bet 5 hours ago they were giving Ibiza a run for its money on the dance floor.

At this point I should admit defeat myself, I rolled out of bed, into my clothes and I did not want to speak or exist. I slept where I could, sunglasses over my face, hair an absolute mess and eyebrows... let's not even go there. 
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