The year of the dog … inspired fashion

This may go down as the most obvious, toungue in cheek post I’ve ever written! Chinese Year of the Dog = Dog inspired fashion.

The Year of the Dog also happens to relate to my birth year – 1970. Yes I’m a dog. No jokes please.

The Chinese zodiac moves in a 12 year cycle. Those born in 1958, 1982, 1994, 2006, and 2018 are also known as Dogs.

Apparently anyone born in an Earth Dog year will be communicative, serious, and responsible in the workplace.

Sounds absolutely nothing like me ! I don’t think those words have ever been uttered in regards to me …

EVER!

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Proskins … like a second skin

Happy Saturday Lovelies,

I thought I’d talk to you today about some leggings I was gifted before Christmas from the brand Proskins.

Your probably thinking why send them to me? I’m hardly ‘Zola chuffing Budd’ … however in my defence I do walk Mollie [ my beautiful dog] once or twice a day and these are perfect for doing just that.

I also whitter on to anybody and everybody that will listen about starting some form of Yoga. Yoga will happen at some point during 2018. Promise.

Couch to 5k might even happen … but I’m making no promises on that one!

I think that makes me more than qualified to test them out, don’t you?

So first off the pair of Proskins leggings I was gifted are the Plain Black Slim Classic Leggings – £49.95

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They Call Me Mellow Yellow …

Do you ever look though a magazine or swipe through Instagram and see something you HAVE to have.

That’s a silly question … of course you do.

I do it a lot actually but I don’t necessarily act on my instincts. Mainly because I’m always skint and very fickle; my urges move on quickly.

One item I did see. One that wouldn’t stop playing on my mind was a yellow jacket from JD Williams new season collection. It looked at me and whispered “you try and walk away… buy me, buy me

I had some birthday money left and as I didn’t think the price was bad at all [£50.00] I only bloody ordered it. It felt satisfying, because basically it was.

I had hoped it would be as fabulous in the flesh as it looked on paper. I had my fingers crossed that I wouldn’t look too much like ‘Big Bird’ from Sesame Street in it … I mean at 5ft 10 it’s a worry.

So here she is in all her glory…

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The Maxi Skirt …

I was looking through my wardrobe the other day and noted there are several staples that I am missing.

A black maxi skirt for one; something I can just throw on.  Black would be ideal as it goes with most things, but it doesn’t necessarily have to be black. I have loads of jumpers and pretty little tops that are crying out to be worn with something other than my jeans.

I’m not feeling my jeans at the moment and its not because I ate too much over Christmas either. As regular readers will be aware I did a sponsored ‘No cake, chocolate or mince pies’ for the whole duration of December. I swear I’m the only person who actually lost weight over the Christmas holidays and is officially sick of the sight of bananas…. I  raised £500 for The Eve Appeal. Win win.

So back to Maxi skirts I’ve been having a quick ganzy , in-between drinking copious amounts of coffee and trying to make sense of ‘Pretty Little Liars’ .

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Winter Sun Fun…

This year for all sorts of reasons , but mainly because non of us can face it without mum. We are going to leave on a jet plane and spend Christmas abroad somewhere hot.

Mum was our Christmas .

She was ‘Mrs Christmas’.

She adored it. She always had the best, most tastefully dressed tree [always red  and gold ], ensured the house was lit up like Blackpool, and her giddiness was infectious. Family was everything to mum and she ensured we always had the best time.

I tend to get my own way and have spent every single Christmas Day at Mum and Dads, bar one when I went to my ex-husbands house for Christmas lunch. I hated every single minute of it. Not because they did anything wrong, it just wasn’t the same without my mum around.

I’m positively dreading this year , the first year without her.

It’ll never be easy but I’m kinda guessing this year will be tough for us all. Firsts always are.

We [ dad, BF & brother] made a collective decision that this year we would take ourselves out of our usual surroundings and do something we’ve never done before. Hence a week abroad is on the cards. It’s new, there are no memories of mum there. [though I’m sure we will all be thinking about her.] It will still be absolutely gut wrenching her not being there with us …

I love Christmas but quite frankly this year I could take it or leave it.

So while I’d normally start looking for a warm, snug yet stylish outfit with an elasticated expanding waistband;  this year that will be substituted for a new bikini, sandals and a good false tan.  Continue reading

Atomic Blonde … 

Last night was ‘Date Night‘.

What with one thing and another ‘we‘ tend to get side-lined. We decided Date Night should become [where possible] a weekly affair. Sometimes life gets in the way of romance doesn’t it? We made a promise to make time for each other.

You may all say awwwww… 

or be sick. 

Your choice. 

The BF mentioned the cinema. I pulled a ‘urgh’ face. I was tired I told him , I’d fall asleep as soon as the lights went down . It would be a total waste of money and let’s face it going to the cinema these days isn’t a cheap affair.

Sometimes I’m mardy and not much fun! As you can see my can’t be arsed mood isn’t shifting very fast.

Then I remembered that Atomic Blonde with the beautiful Charlize Theron was showing at Vue, Meadowhall.

I’d been dying to see this film after seeing the trailers. There was only one problem the BF was keen to see bloody Spider-Man .

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Things I should be doing …

There are a hundred and one things I should be doing. I have the time just not the inclination. 

Procrastination appears to be my best friend. That and cake.

It’s Mums funeral on Thursday and I need something to wear? I also need to get my hair cut and coloured and sort my skin out. Everything’s kinda got neglected as mums health deteriorated . I have an inch of grey at my roots , frazzled ends and stressed out spotty skin.

Don’t I just sound delightful.

I ordered a dress from Marks & Spencer’s last week. It’s nothing special. I thought it was black. It’s arrived and it’s actually navy.

We have since discussed and changed the dress code to colourful? [Mum was such a colourful charactor.]

The dress is still sat in the plastic bag waiting for me to try it on. I’m putting that off too. I’m not entirely sure it’s suitable anymore . I’m not sure navy has ever been classed colourful?

I’m dreading the funeral or rather ‘celebration of life‘ ceremony as we’ve renamed it. This is reflected in my total disinterest in sorting myself out. I don’t want to say goodbye as it’s all very final.

I also realise that until I say goodbye it will be hard to move on …

So with that in mind here’s said dress.

It ticks all the right boxes;  not too short, no cleavage on show and it covers my bingo wings!

Marks & Spencer’s Polka Dot Dress – £35.00

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