Today I’m all about frills, zebraic print (yup, that’s a thing) and a gorgeous romantic-vintage feel. I’m ready for autumn.
When my bestie gives me makeup to play with, I like to accept the challenge of cack-handedly applying it all over my face until I find a way to make it work.
This weekend I finally got to take Al to Longleat for his belated birthday present. To cut a long story short he basically dropped a telly on his foot, crushing his little toe and ended up having part of it amputated, all just days before his birthday. Despite trying to jeopardise my plans, three weeks later, we finally made it. And blooming’ heck did we love it.
And I’m down with that. So down, that I’m going to print this pic out and stick it in my wedding collage book. Oh yes I am.
My favourite childhood memories involve crab fishing at Mudeford Quay, breakfasts in the Noisy Lobster at Avon Beach and summer caravan stays at Hoburne Naish in Christchurch. This weekend, I got to relive all of that with the addition of Al and our besties, and it was pure bliss.
I am a glitter freak. As soon as something shiny, sparkly or sequin-covered catches my eye, that’s it, I’ve been sucked in. And there’s no coming back.
I’ve had IBS for what feels like a 100 years now and have been faced with every throwaway comment from people who might mean well, but don’t get it. So I figured, why not turn those comments into a cheat sheet of things NOT to say to someone with IBS. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learnt, it’s that you’ve got to educate people around invisible illnesses. Here goes!
Friend: “Where are your earrings from? They’re just adorable.”
Me: “Oh these? Just Oscar de la Renta. No big deal.”
I have a real case of baby FOMO. Everyone, literally everyone, either has one or is having one. That’s the text I sent to my bestie a couple of weeks ago.