Walking back to happiness featuring Transitions Optical Style Colours …

Story of my life…

I receive a couple of pairs of glasses to trail featuring the new Transitions Optical lenses from the new Style Colours collection  and the sun decides that in my corner of the world – Sheffield – it’s going to go into hiding… for the foreseeable future!

Speaking of Sheffield it’s made me smile today,  or rather its people have. I can only speak from a Sheffielders point of view because that’s where I am, but ‘by heck’ we are a mighty friendly  [ if slightly odd at times] bunch.

I encounter all sorts of people as I walk around Damflask with our Mollie. Somebody really needs to record a sit-com.

All walks of life, all shapes and all sizes. Today we were greeted by either a big toothy smile , a nod of the head, a cheery ‘Morning‘ or a pat on the back; Mollie’s back … not mine obviously!

I’m not sure if my senses become heightened as I stroll around and take in the beauty that surrounds me, or whether I appreciate life a little more having seen what mums going through? Either way the birds seemingly sing louder up in the trees, I’m entranced by the way the water dances as the light hits it?

A group of old ladies walked past us earlier. They smelt like my late Grandma Betty – ‘Palma violet  mixed with Yardley’ , you know that lovely old lady smell. It smelt comforting, familiar, it took me aback and brought a tear to my eyes.

I miss my Grandma … Continue reading

You Dirty Rotten Scoundrel … 

I went to the theatre last night to see Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. I just love the theatre, to me there’s just something so romantic  and special about it.

You get dressed up. You go and you lose yourself for a few hours. There maybe tears, lots of laughter or even a bit of both.

I arrived to meet the lovely Louise [ northerninteriorgirl blog] at our ‘meeting place’ very early. I hate being late [something I tend to do a lot when the BF is involved. I swear he would be late to his own funeral] I get so anxious about where I’m going to park , how I’m going to get to where I’m going, etc etc that I always set off in plenty of good time. You know just incase

Anybody else get like this or is it just me?

Sheffield is currently like one big building site; you can guarantee that whatever route you intended on taking it has either been closed or diverted.

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It’s ok to not be ok … be a hexagon ! 

I wrote and published a post on Instagram a couple of days ago which I ‘ummmed and arrhhhed’ about.

I resisted the urge to delete.

I then pondered whether to write this blog for fear of being misunderstood. Sometimes I get things in my head but they don’t come out the way I intend.

Firstly I love Instagram. I love the interaction; like -minded people bonding over pictures of our tea and what we’ve been wearing.

I don’t know about you but I find it hard to relate to some of the tiny squares of ‘perfection’ some accounts portray. They look like they are living the dream. Perfectly coiffured at all times, immaculate, contoured and sporting all the latest trends.

I’m perfectly imperfect and I’m certainly not living the dream. I’m Currently sat in mis-matched pjs with unbrushed hair. I’ve been like that most of the day. I’m a little messy around the edges if the truth be known.

Maybe I’m over-thinking things but some days it’s not enough to post an #ootd or some beauty bits. I feel like I’m cheating you.

Some days I just want to tell you how it really is. What’s really happening behind my squares.

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Dear Mum …

I’ve started writing this letter a couple of times over the past week. Truth be known I didn’t  really know where to start.

You know me …

Head like scrambled eggs. 

Tendency to ramble. 

I suppose the beginning would be a good place. Tuesday 15th December 1970 at 6.15am when I popped into your world [like a little ray of sunshine] and you held me in your arms for the first time .

The first time I met you Mum. That special bond was set. Though of course I didn’t realise it at the time !
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All the joys of spring …

It’s that time of year when I start to think about booking a holiday somewhere faraway, a new place to discover which is hopefully very HOT! 

It’s that time of year I tell myself I really should start to diet incase I book the afore-mentioned holiday and have to bear the old bod.

God forbid it’s any time soon I look like a bloody beached whale! [ one that’s in need of a desperate slick of false tan and some serious toning up]

It’s the time of year I long for and envisage the sun on my face [wearing nothing less than factor 50+ of course ]

It’s the time of year that I actually make an effort and shave my legs ! It’s been a while. I’m not sure ‘leg hair plaits’ are a thing … just yet !

It’s the time of year when snow drops and daffodils start randomly popping up , the sun rears it lovely head [occasionally] and little lambs are spotted jumping playfully around the fields. [ this is the very reason I stopped eating lamb, I could never quite get that image out of my head. It kinda spoilt my meat and two veg! ]

This week we actually experienced a couple of days of sunshine and you know what … it felt good. It actually felt like spring had sprung.

So what better way to carry on the spring  feeling than with a session of laughter yoga at Meadowhall.

Which is exactly what Sue & I did  this morning.  Continue reading

Arsey me … never ! Blogger rambles and reviews

I don’t get arsey a lot.

Ok I do , I really do. Who am I kidding? I’m telling porkie pies. Little  things niggle me, stupid little things.

One of the most annoying misconceptions and one that keeps cropping up at the moment is that bloggers get stuff for free.

Your probably sat nodding in agreement thinking but yes they do!

I had this conversation yesterday with some guy over on twitter who was  really peeved off that his Instagram feed was just like [ his words] “one big advert for stuff bloggers had received for free”

I had to initially question why he was following a boat-load of beauty and fashion bloggers [odd guy probably ‘gets off’ while scrolling  ]

I suggested he should ‘man-up’ and perhaps search for new accounts using hash-tags like #fishingtackle and #cars. Maybe follow  some of those accounts instead. People don’t tend to give cars away that regularly …. as for fishing tackle I’m not so sure ?

I had to agree an Instagram account that just posts ad after ad isn’t something that would appeal to me either.

I told him he should maybe just press the unfollow button … Instagram is after all a matter of choice. 

Why follow accounts that wind you up ? Life’s really too short.

That aside I then went on to advise him that while yes some people are lucky enough to receive lots of ‘free’ stuff from brands it’s hardly free…is anything really free these days ?

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Life doesn’t come with a manual… it comes with a mother.

It’s Mother’s Day at the end of the month [ Sunday March 26th put it in the diary …I’m early 

This year I intend to make  Mother’s Day extra, extra special because she deserves it.

Then again don’t all mums?!

I count myself lucky as Mum and I have a special relationship and are extremely close.

Of course we sometimes disagree this isn’t a Disney film ,but the days of full on arguing [ I’m thinking of the 16 year old prepubescent Tracey days ] are over. Continue reading

Everybody’s talking about Jamie … including me!

‘Cos the party’s just starting and you don’t want to miss it. The party’s just starting and it’s almost so close you can kiss it.

Don’t wait for tomorrow be happy today and all of those stupid people – who cares what they say’

Sometimes you experience something so bloody fabulous that you just have to share it with the world [ or rather my 3 followers ]

That’s exactly what happened last night when the BF and I made our way into Sheffield to see ‘Everybody’s talking about Jamie’ at The Crucible.


I wasn’t planning to blog about it, hey even us bloggers deserve a night off but I’m sorry I couldn’t  leave and not mention this amazing piece of  theatre.

From the word go and the first song Don’t even know it‘ my foot was tapping and head bobbing along, it’s so bloody catchy.  Continue reading

Will You Not Be My Valentine…

I’m Tracey and I am a hopeless romantic…

As a youngster [ and then as not such a youngster] I loved a good romantic film – Dirty Dancing, Brief Encounter, The Way We Were … to name a few. I was also addicted to Dawsons Creek, the TV series not the wine!

I was a Joey and Pacey fan. I always found Dawson,as blokes go,a bit wet.

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It portrayed young love so whimsically  yet as I learnt  it wasn’t remotely like that in reality ?! Not mine anyway.

Nobody ever crawled through my window late at night … you know just to lie next to me and talk because they couldn’t wait until the next day at school.

My dad would have strung them up for one…

Saying that…  I actually did have  somebody crawl through my window late at night once but only because I’d come home pissed,fell asleep and locked my brother out of the house. His small and flexible friend [ I think his nick-name was quite appropriately Monkey man] had to shimmy the wall and seeing my bedroom window was slightly a jar crawled through. Giving me a major heart attack in the process.

Nobody ever said anything remotely like this to me…

“Shes so beautiful that when you look at her your knees tremble, your heart melts and you know, without reservation, that there is order and meaning to the universe”

PACEY WITTER, “Cinderella Story” (2000)

Mine was more along these lines …

“You’re alreight you are, shall we grab some chips and cheese and maybe a cheeky snog?”

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