Lockdown Begins: Me, Fiona & A Dining Table War Room.
March came in like a fever dream — one minute I was stomping around construction sites in my matte-black steel caps, the next I was working from home full-time, sharing a dining table with Fiona like we were in a very chic but underfunded coworking space. Fiona, bless her, is the calmest woman I’ve ever met. South African, terrifyingly competent, unfazed by chaos — meanwhile I’m pacing the kitchen like I’m preparing to brief Parliament. We’ve become this funny little duo: alt
Gemma Medforth
Mar 29, 2020
Paris, Projects & Peace at Last.
Alright babe — December was an epic mix of chaos, wins, dramas, near-breakdowns, career flexes, travel moments, and the small tiny detail of me moving house after World War Ben. It’s giving big-year-finale energy, and honestly? I survived it with a surprising amount of gloss. Let’s dive in. Rugby: The Emotional Damage Edition. Let’s start with the heartbreak: the World Cup. One weekend I’m in an Angel pub surrounded by Kiwis, screaming with joy as the boys absolutely levelle
Gemma Medforth
Dec 3, 2019
Moving Madness, Milestones & Meltdowns.
Alright babes — Gemma’s here . And this month? Absolutely unhinged. Chaotic. London-feral. A highlight reel of wins, disasters, red flags, tears, triumphs, and me trying to hold my life together with dry shampoo and iced lattes. You know the vibe. Buckle in — this one’s long, juicy, and very me. June: Weddings, Feelings & Fully Losing The Plot. June kicked off with Michelle’s wedding in Essex — and YES, I was a bridesmaid. The venue looked like a Pinterest board someone paid
Gemma Medforth
Aug 31, 2019
May Musings: Family, Futures, & French Getaways.
So let's just say that I've absolutely given up trying to do this monthly. I know I say this every month, but at least I'm honest about it. It's been three months, and it's been a whirlwind of social activities, a trip home, a trip to France, and work going gangbusters. Buckle up babes. Sister’s Wedding: Kiwi Tears & Too Much Bubbles. My big sister getting married in March? Stunning. Emotional. Chaotic. The kind of day where you wake up with perfect hair and go to bed wit
Gemma Medforth
May 31, 2019
New Love, Old Streets & a Ticket Home.
Right babes — February has been a lot . And honestly? It’s giving peak Gemma energy: chaotic, smitten, overthinking everything, pretending I’m chill, and absolutely not being chill. London feels different this year. Softer. Brighter. Still rude, still cold, still overpriced — but with this weird, warm undercurrent I can’t shake. Spoiler: his name is Charlie. Enter Charlie 💋 (and yes, I’m already obsessed) So. The man. The myth. The six‑foot‑five Welsh dream who crashed into
Gemma Medforth
Feb 24, 2019
Christmas, Chaos & Second Chances.
Right. Let’s just start by saying this: if you’re here for a polished, centred, New-Year-New-Me energy… babe, you’re in the wrong blog. January has been feral. December was feral. I have been feral. And frankly? I’m leaning into it. This isn’t a cute vision-board era. This is Gemma-in-London, hanging on by a French‑tipped thread and still somehow thriving. Work Functions & Emotional Self-Sabotage. Christmas party season in London hits like a freight train — sequins, warm Pro
Gemma Medforth
Jan 2, 2019
Promotions, Positano & Proper Grown-Up Things.
Right. Let’s get one thing straight: if anyone asks why my blog posts are suddenly operating on a “whenever Gemma remembers she has a blog” schedule, tell them to mind their business. I’m a working woman with a social calendar, a skincare routine, and a problematic attachment to last‑minute flights. Consistency is for Pilates instructors and people with joint savings accounts. Anyway — September. Strap in. Work Chaos. Work has been feral . My inbox is giving me hives, my Tea
Gemma Medforth
Sep 30, 2018
