OM Freakin’ G. Shit just got very real. I now have a wedding dress!!! And with one disaster appointment, an unsuccessful lug around all the London department stores and with 15 months still to go, I was not expecting it to happen at all.
I’m off on holiday in just over a week – woot woot! – and top of my essentials list is a beach cover up or two, because my pasty skin needs to be protected.
We’ve been living in our little maisonette coming up for two years now and it’s taken us a while to get round to decorating, but slowly and surely we’re starting to put our stamp on the place. These are the four things that we need to put the finishing touches to our living room.
I actually hate going to the doctors, especially when it revolves around my IBS, and like to put it off for as long as possible before resorting to making an appointment with a wait time of at least 2 weeks. Last week I picked up my courage and went back demanding more testing and more answers.
We’re in the exciting process of having our bathroom decorated, taking us from 70’s peach everything to my favourite shades of white and grey. Where we’re at now means I have a luxurious new bath that while we don’t have a shower, I’m indulging in completely. Because baths rock.
You know how some people are addicted to cheese or chocolate, well I feel the same way about shoes. In particular, the kind of shoe that has been completely bedazzled, has a whopper of a pom pom stuck on it or is in a crazy animal print. That’s my thing. Shoes are my crack.
IBS is like a non-stop roller coaster. One minute you’re riding high, enjoying everything and anything and then within seconds your tummy growls aggressively, telling you that a flare up is rumbling. When you have IBS you often feel like you’re the only one and that no one really understands your symptoms and how tired and fed up it can make you feel. At least that’s how I felt about a year ago and now I’ve pushed myself to go back to the docs for more testing, made a tonne of IBS friends and am kinda managing the day-to-day struggles.
I know what you’re thinking. Not another bloody midi dress. Well here it is. Get over it. Because I clearly can’t.