Stay Gold …

“Nature’s first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. Her early leafs a flower, but only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, so Eden sank to grief. So dawn goes down to day, nothing gold can stay” Robert Frost

November nights are drawing in. It’s icy cold outside and dark by 4pm. Its officially ‘life by candle light’ time of year.

My favourite.

Don’t you think candle light makes everything look and feel so much more beautiful; magical even. It creates a lovely ambience

[ It drives the BF mental, plays on his chest apparently – an ailment that appears to effect a lot of men …. mmmm]

In a few weeks it will be joined by the glow of the Christmas tree, an angel and a single string of fairy lights that will dance around the fireplace.

Late afternoon everyday on channel 5 its Christmas movie-time. When I can, I make sure everything’s completed before I settle down with my coffee [ preferably loaded with Baileys // or Bally Castle the Aldi cheaper dupe ] and lose myself for an hour or so.

The living room descends into darkness, the flicker of candles and smell of coffee fills the air.

I melt into the arm chair, into pure escapism. I’m temporarily transported back. I’m a young, carefree girl and I believe. I believe in the magic of Christmas, I believe in Santa.

Gold.

I absolutely love Christmas; but this year I’m not running at it with my usual gusto. The usual excited anticipation has been replaced with a sense of the unexpected, dread even. Mums not here for the first time in my 46 years and the thought terrifies me.

I’m fading ,

tarnished…

I am however in my usual up-beat way going to try and enjoy the moments. Ok last week I had a major melt-down. Last week was a bastard. Last week reality hit me like a tonne of bricks and it hurt. A lot.

This is a new week.

A new mind-set.

My heart might not be in it but I intend to decorate the house, write the cards , eat the mince pies. Like I keep quoting … ‘stay gold’ Continue reading

Instagram Finds…you’ll want to know about

Love it or hate it Instagram for the whole is a good place to be.

Little squares to inspire , or be inspired. A place to share your loves and your hates, your fashion finds, beauty essentials, interior goals… a place to be creative. To discover similar creatives…

Let’s just put to the back of our mind the people buying a following, the follow-unfollow game, the crazy algorithm [groan] and the swipe up facility that you can’t access or use until you reach 10k followers ? Why Instagram why?

As well as ‘meeting’ and getting to know some truly fabulous people , I’ve also discovered some really lovely small UK brands. Had it not been for Instagram I might not have done so.

I thought I’d share some of them with you today.

First up is a friend of mine that I didn’t actually discover on here [ little details eh ] we went to college together back in the day, but who you can find on Instagram here. Continue reading

My visit to Yuva Medispa – Alderley Edge

Sometimes you visit a place and the minute you step foot through the front door you just know it’s going to be a good experience.

This was the case last week when we [ Sue, Julie & I ] made our way across the Pennines for my date at a Yuva Medispa, Alderley Edge.

First impressions definitely do count ; the warm welcome we received from Lorna the Clinic Manager, and the beautiful, stylish reception that greeted us were second to non.

I mean just look at it… beautiful hues of cream and gold with accents of pink and green courtesy of the numerous plants and succulents.

It also smells delicious thanks to the various diffusers scattered around the premises.

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Daily Dose of Beauty – Absolute Collagen

I’ve always looked after my skin. However getting a plague of acne in my early twenties [ I was a late starter ] sent me on the verge of obsessive.

The acne made me feel like an ugly buggy and on the very bad days I hid myself away. I’ve even be known to cancel days/nights out when I was feeling particularly horrendous.

Luckily I don’t have acne anymore but I have been left with some scarring, discolouration and I still get the odd breakout. It may sound daft but my life seems to have been ruled by my skin, my mood dependent on how ‘it’ decided to play that day.

This year, as I turn 47, I decided it was time to take charge & up the ante. As well as up-grading my skin care which has included having a nurse strength TCA peel, microdermabrasion and a hydra facial. I also believe it’s what you put into your body that affects your skin.

Perfect timing then that Absolute Collagen got in touch asking whether I’d like to trail their products for a couple of weeks.

Of course I said yes and my box of collagen arrived a couple of days later.

I love the bright packaging and like the girlie-girl I am was swooning over the cover models hair and eye-makeup. As Mum used to say ‘ fabulous, just fabulous

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Let’s talk about ‘Our Maureen’…

Our Maureen.

I have so much to say on this subject that I don’t even know where to start. It’s so important, so close to my heart.

This isn’t sponsored, I’ve not been asked to write it and I didn’t get it sent to me free in the post!

It’s for my Mum and every other woman who went through / or is going through what she did. It’s to raise awareness.

So I’ll start with Maureen  …

Who is she?

Maureen [drumroll …] is what I call my vagina , other wise commonly referred too as your muff / tuppence / fanny / pussy / me-me / Mary or Fairy … long story short on a drunken holiday , during a drunken conversation with ‘the girls’ it got christened. Oh how we laughed. Continue reading

Coffee Shop Corners – Cawa comes to Broomhill, Sheffield

As far as I’m concerned there’s never NOT a good time to enjoy cake and a coffee … so when I was asked along to Cawa Coffee to the Bloggers event to sample their coffee and cakes I was on it like a car bonnet !

I actually couldn’t think of a better way to spend a Tuesday evening …well unless it involved Kit Atherington that is.

Thinking about coffee, cake & Kit just got me slightly giddy. 

So as I was saying before Kit kindly interrupted my thoughts … Cawa Coffee is situated amongst the hustle and bustle of Broomhill at 5,Crookes Road . It’s ideally located with a car-park literally a stones through away just alittle further up the hill.

Jo and I arrived and where greeted by Katie who had organised the event and the owner Galyna [below]

Cawa Coffee is decorated very basically; plain painted walls are adjourned with artwork supplied by local artists, all of which are for sale. Tables run down one side of the room with the food counter and serving area down the other.  Continue reading

#YourNewMcdonalds … I’m loving it 

Last night I took my new car out on it’s first official ‘not driving to work’ trip.

I picked fellow blogging buddy Hannah up and we trundled down the M1, headed towards the dizzy heights of Rotherham; a promise of getting up close and personal with McDonalds Aldwarke Lane on the cards.

I’m not sure about you but ‘back in the day’ McDonalds didn’t receive a very good rap. Parents didn’t approve and only took us there once a year for a birthday treat.

We were forever told that the burgers were over processed , full of E numbers, other nasties and generally not very good for us. I have in the past  experienced the “why is my burger so flat ‘ disappointment after receiving a very lack-lustre burger with limp lettuce  that looked nothing like the burgers in the advert.

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Gone … but not forgotten. Mums cancer journey

I’ve ‘hummed and arrhhed’ about posting this for fear of offending people , for fear of coming across depressive. I’m not here to conform, and it is just my thoughts, my musings of the last few months.

I braved it and hit publish.

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As regular readers  will be aware my mum died on July 10th 2017.

The official cause of death Endometrioid Carcinoma of the Upper Vagina and end stage Kidney Disease. 

I was there as she took her last breath.

Just like that … after 2 weeks in palliative care she gave up the good fight.

It took me a while to be able to say it and not feel terrible… but it was a relief.

To see somebody you love who had always been so active –  bed-bound and in pain, with no prospect of getting better is gut-wrenching. The helplessness you feel, the aching, the love, the anger, the sadness … it a real mix of emotion, it’s confusing.

It caused me anxiety, sleepless nights and pangs of guilt. Continue reading