July was a monster of a month with several long weekends, my epic hen do and a water fight with a 5-year old.
Now I don’t want to sound alarmed but I get married in 42 days and that’s not very far away now. Eeeeeeeeeeek.
The other morning, I pulled on the clothes I’d laid out the night before and was about to leave the house when I realised I’d dressed like a giant child.
You know that feeling when you spot a fugly shoe and feel instantly that they were made for you and that it’d be a crime not to get them. I had that with these sandals.
Life is pretty insane at the moment with everything ramping up a gear. So when I’m at home in the evenings and the weekends I’m living life in the slow lane and embracing the small pleasures in life.
Chanel Chance is my perfume jam. It was the first ever designer perfume I bought and I wore it for years. It became my go to. My scent. The one I was known for.
As we get closer and closer to the wedding, the months seem to fly by in a blur of family time, wedmin and barbecues. Not that I’m complaining…
Grab a peppermint tea, snuggle up to your hot water bottle and pop that top jean button because I’m about to share the good, the bad and the ugly when it comes to having an IBS flare. Don’t say I didn’t warn you…