It’s been a year of firsts.
Next Sunday it’s another.
It’s Mother’s Day , the first one without my beloved mum. I’m dreading it. I’ll be Mum-less on Mother’s Day. I don’t think I’ll ever fully get my head around the fact that she’s no longer here. It feels most days like I am living somebody else’s life …
If Instagram and all it’s silly ‘why’s and where for’s‘ aren’t your bag then neither is this post … if I were you I would go and do something more worth your while . Bake a cake maybe.
However if it is … please read on, the cake can wait!
Sometimes I stumble upon and read something … and although I’m sure the person in question didn’t mean to intentionally wind anybody up.
They did.
I feel like I’ve not really spoken to you much recently [ missed me?] but I’m back today to rectify that with a lovely little theatre review.
Don’t get excited folks , well DO actually because what I’m reviewing is fabulous.
I mean I’m no ‘fancy talking’ theatre reviewer. I’m just your average ‘Joe Soap’ who happens to love the theatre. I suppose we ultimately do the same thing … I’m just less ‘lovey darling’ and more Pulps Common People. This is one of the main reasons why I LOVE the theatre ; it appeals to all. There’s no snobbery. It’s pure escapism.
Last night the lovely Ellie invited myself and my plus one, Jo, to a bloggers event she was hosting . It’s the first one The Crucible have put on and Ellie did them proud.
If your not familiar with Sheffield let me enlighten you.
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!
When Joanne from Opposable Thumbs recently did a blog post on what’s in her makeup bag she tagged a few of her fellow bloggers to join in. Of course I jumped at the the chance; nosy by name, nosy by nature. It’s something that fascinates me. What do ‘real’ people actually put on their faces?
How about you?
Do you want to see what’s in my makeup bag ?
Yes … great stuff please walk this way.
No … you have my permission to leave now
First up I just need to clarify I have loads of makeup in boxes scattered all around the bedroom. Tonnes of the bloody stuff. Drives the BF crazy.
I’ve not featured any eyeshadow palettes ; I apply eye shadow in the morning and leave the sets behind on my dressing room table. You can read all about my eye-makeup routine // HERE
I don’t wear foundation so there’s non of that featured either.
This is the [rather mucky …in need of a wash ] makeup bag I won. Yay go me. This is the one I carry around with me on a daily basis. This is the makeup I tend to wear most days; I use for touch ups when I’m out etc.
All these products have been bought by myself.
My name should be Dolly … ‘Dolly Daydreamer’ ; because that’s what I spend an awful lot of my time doing.
Day dreaming.
Why be in the real world when the one going off in your head is so much more exciting?
At 47 I still find I immerse myself in American teen dramas. You know the type ‘Pretty Little Liars’ , ‘Riverdale’ … Perfect girls with perfect wardrobes, hair that falls perfectly into place. They date the hottest guys and are perfect grade A students.
That’s a whole lot of fecking perfect isn’t it!?
I’m not sure about you but my reality throughout high-school went more along these lines – uncontrollable perm , ‘individual’ wardrobe . Referred to as ‘goofy’ or ‘lanky bird’ more often than my actual name. Socially arkward. I blushed like a beetroot at everything and nothing.
I didn’t date the hot guys … I didn’t date any-chuffing- one!
So I like to venture elsewhere. I figure it’s just nice to escape every now and again . Even if its into my own imagination. Its free and you can do it anywhere …[ I find trains good ] which randomly got me thinking about bucket lists. [like you do … are you even still with me?]
The official meaning of which goes …
‘a number of experiences or achievements that a person hopes to have or accomplish during their lifetime.’
I suppose these are a list of dreams; but potentially attainable ones [ish]
So here’s my list … in no particular order and just like me its very random.
I was born in December.
December 1970.
It was a good year or that’s what I tell anybody that will listen. I’m most definitely an “ice, ice baby” . I love the cosy winter months, snuggled up close to the fire.
December born and bred.
However while I adore donning big chunky – lived in jumpers 24/7 , sipping hot chocolate on repeat and ‘doing’ everything by candlelight… by the end of January I am seriously hankering after a little sunshine on my [ SPF’d 50] face, to feel the sand between my toes.
To get outside.
Breathe the warm air.
Walk up a mountain.
Explore.
Eat fish & chips out of newspaper…
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
