I am having a major shoe love fest at the moment. Between my snake print pom poms and my caged heels with the 3D flowers, you’d have thought I was nearly set for summer. But there’s always room for more and I’ve got my eyes on these pastel beauties…
I’ve a very strong feeling that I’m quickly becoming one of those brides-to-be who does nothing but wang on about the boring, minute details of her upcoming wedding. I’ve gone from thinking that I’d never get married, to really caring about every little thing pretty much over night since getting engaged.
Last Monday, straight after lunch, my stomach started making those deep gurgle noises that instantly meant my IBS had decided it wanted to make itself known. After the gurgles came that all too familiar feeling of immense panic.
The true identity of my natural hair colour is a secret that stays between me and my hairdresser. Or, is fairly noticeable underneath all my glorious honey-coloured highlights. These dark brows however are all my own. Which leads me to my big question, can a fair-skinned and dark-browed gal rock a super, super blonde do?!
I’m after a kimono that can multitask. It has to be thin enough to be thrown on over anything, is long enough to cover my lardy arse, is bold and bright and be a reasonable price.
This one goes out to all my fellow IBSers. Because God knows you’ll be able to relate.
I have a mild addiction to cake. Anyone who knows me can tell you that I can sniff cake down much like an accomplished sniffer dog can track down their bounty. If cake is placed in front of my person I have an overwhelming urge to faceplant it. I think you get the gist. However, when you have IBS like I do, the frequency of cake eating definitely slows down because cake is made of everything I should be avoiding. But last Sunday, Al and I got our bake on and whipped up this little free-from number.
Last year I looked at others rocking their socks and sliders combo and I felt my skin slowly breaking out in hives. I have a massive thing against socks and sandals, just ask Al, and for me, sliders bring back visions of my dad on holiday. However, a couple of weeks ago I came across these glorious white babies and I caved.
I’m off on holiday in a couple of months and figured it was about time I share my tips for travelling abroad with IBS. From tips to get you through your flight, to remembering to learn the phrase “where’s the bathroom” in another language, I’ve got your back.
And yes, I say “relax” far more times than necessary but with IBS that’s what we’re on a constant mission to do!
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I’ve got my first bridal appointment in the bag, swag. And I didn’t even lose my shit or cry. Not once. Although I did have to take my shoes off immediately and have two women shimmy, squeeze and then tie me into a dress…