Going cuckoo for Kuckoo …

Cuckoo … a clock

Cuckoo … a bird

Cuckoo …  I’m going [cuckoo]

Kuckoo … Fabulous new bar. Amazing Soundtrack with equally as amazing cocktails.

Last night I had the pleasure of being invited along to the press evening for the newest bar to hit Sheffield City Centre – Kuckoo.

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Work wear edition…

Sorry I’ve not been around that much…

To cut a long story short my mum has been admitted into hospital for pain management. She’ll be in for a week or so.

When I’ve not been working , I’ve been visiting her.

When I’ve not been visiting her I’ve been thinking about her.

What I’m doing 24/7 – worrying about her.

I’m emotionally drained.

Despite sporting a rather horrendous hangover [ I’m never drinking again ] I thought I’d do a quick post today about work wear. More specifically what I’ve been wearing to work the last couple of weeks.

It’s an area not many people tend to cover so I thought I would. Let’s face it we spend most of our life at work. Continue reading

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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Cross Eyes … Cool Danish design in Sheffield 

I can’t remember the exact date I was told I needed to wear glasses. It was probably sometime during the early 90’s.

I can remember the awful sinking feeling … chuffing geeky glasses. I was destined to live out the rest of my life looking like bloody Deirdre Barlow!

The eye test that determined I needed help in itself was weird. Not weird in a bad way but just weird all the same and something I doubt I’ll ever forget!

My optician at the time also happened to be my mums. He had come highly recommended by her .

Mum reassured me he was lovely adding ‘and he’s also rather handsome Tracey’ I was young and things like that they mattered … what can I say I’d rather have some good looking young man examine my eyes over  some old fuddy duddy any day.

What she didn’t forewarn me about was how close ‘Mr Handsome’ got to you while he was examining your peepers.

It was verging on uncomfortable.

Lots of his hot breath on my cheeks. Mr Handsome with his shiny little ‘torch tool’ encroaching on my space, poking around and in my eyes. His face almost touching mine ; it felt like I might suffocate.

Thoughts running through my head at the time included –

  • Could he see up my nose ?
  • My pores must look massive?
  • Please don’t wipe my eyebrows off!
  • I’m gonna kill mum!

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Luckily times have changed for the better and things have progressed. A lot.

Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago where I had an appointment booked with the lovely guys at Cross Eyes.

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Move over Don Johnson…Tracey’s in town. 

I got new shoes …

Yay * high fives the air*

White ones !

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I’ve never gone down the white shoes route before … you know being a mucky child. Then a mucky adult.

Even mum expressed concern… “white shoes Tracey , really, really? … you know how heavy you are on your feet?

She has a point, I’m not the best. I do attract muck!

I have a pair of white Adidas SuperStars that are hardly Insta worthy. While most people keep theirs in pristine condition mine are worn and worn to death. Covered in mud and splurges of grey paint!

That aside when Shoetique approached me and asked if I’d like to choose a pair of shoes to review I jumped at the chance and these jumped out at me!

I lovingly call them my ‘Don Johnson’ babies.  Continue reading

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

Ladies that Lunch tapas style and some lovelies …

If you follow me on Instagram. [ if your not … why ever not?] you’ll be aware that I’ve not been too good. I’ve ‘tweaked’ my chuffing back.

It’s getting easier but I’m still moaning shuffling around [ like I’ve pooped my pants for want of a better description]

It’s been pure agony at times.

After a week in sensible shoes, sporting a pained face, cursing under my breath, cursing not so under my breath and feeling very drab I’ve just met my friend for lunch in a frilly little dress complete with heeled boots.

Big heels. Make that big feck off heels. Not the brightest idea but like mum says “when has that ever stopped you!?”

We had tapas for lunch at the aptly named Tapas Revolution a Spanish Bar and Cafe in Meadowhall. It was a pleasant surprise; a lot better than I’d anticipated.

*whispers* It’s in a food court for  gods sake.

I envisaged screaming kids, football shirts and too cool for school teenagers . I couldn’t imagine it being very personal and expected our food to be thrown at us. [ ok …hands up I’m an over dramatic snob!] 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