STYLE | Teal Appeal

July 26, 2018July 26, 20183 Comments

“Teal is a deep blue-green colour; a dark cyan

Teal gets its name from the coloured area around the eyes of the common teal, a member of the duck family.”

Hey up its me, sat typing and sweltering. I’m at work and I really want to whip my bra, pants and dress off. Not my best idea. But hey … anybody else feeling the same vibe…

Apart from the glorious weather – this week has kicked off to a grand start. I’ve only gone and bloody won a dress over on instagram! I know, I know … go me!

I don’t often do fashion posts ; I’m hardly the most fashionable person on the planet . I personally think people should wear what the bloody hell they want too. It’s clothing not rocket science. It should be fun and it should also be a reflection of you, whether it’s ‘ in fashion‘ or not. #youdoyou

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Tracey at BAFTA

April 6, 2016February 10, 20196 Comments

On Monday evening the Mr and I donned our finest and made our way to BAFTA in the heart of London for a charity ‘do’ to raise funds for The Variety Club.

An evening spent in the company of Sir Roger Moore KBE and Monty Norman who was celebrating his 88th birthday. Monty Norman singer, composer and writer, who amongst many other things wrote the James Bond theme tune.

Your probably thinking (like me) how the bloody hell did she get an invite! I’d be thinking the same …. Common little strumpet from Sheffield mixing with the higher-archy.

Ha ha I jest , Mikes lovely friends Penny and Alan Invited us . They both do a hell of a lot of work for Variety raising money to buy Sunshine Buses… And Penny thought I’d love to meet a real life James Bond.

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London Moonwalk 2014

May 19, 20141 Comment

So, last weekend saw me participate in my 5th Moonwalk, four in London and one in Edinburgh. Anyone who has never heard of the Moonwalk (where have you been?), it is an event held by the charity Walk the Walk to raise money for breast cancer. Walkers participating in The London Moonwalk, choose whether to enter the half moon (13 miles) or the full moon (26.2 miles). We entered the latter!!

To say I wasn’t really prepared for this one is a bit of an understatement. I’ve had problems with one of my feet and have been seeing a podiatrist (kind of a foot doctor) for pains in my foot that have hampered (OK…halted) any training I might have done. Michelle has been moving house so that was her excuse and Elizabeth has had a bad back. We weren’t the best trio of candidates

So fully prepared (not), I took the train to London last Saturday along with Michelle and Elizabeth to stupidly take part in an event consisting of powerwalking 26.2 miles on little or no sleep and even less training.

We arrived in our glorious capital to a not so glorious looking sky and ever increasing winds and ever decreasing temperatures…things were not looking good…

After getting fed and watered (including a sneaky bottle of vino…for the road), we spent the early evening excitedly getting our nights ‘attire’ on. This years London Moonwalk theme was ‘Rockabilly’ and we’d spent weeks getting suitable trimmings and decorating our bras.

Clapham Common played host to the infamous ‘pink tent’ that is ‘Moonwalk City’. We arrived to an already packed marquee, where thousands of women (and men) proudly showed off their ‘boogie woogie’ boobies in amazing flowered, feathered and frilled finery.

We had covered up with jackets to protect our assets from the elements…

But then braved the cold…all Rockabilly’d up

With Victory rolled hair and polka dots galore…

After braving the worst weather London could throw at us, 26.2 miles later, we crossed the finishing line with smiles on our faces and not a blister in sight…

The finishers medal

Every ache, moan and curse (there was a few of those this year!) was worth it. Any pain we endured, any gust of wind that threatened to blow us off Chelsea bridge and any downpour of rain that smudged our mascara and dampened our victory rolls as well as our spirits was all worth it and nothing compared to what a cancer sufferer endures every day during their treatment.

Cancer is a killer that affects everyone of us directly or indirectly and I for one am proud to be able to give just a little bit back through amazing charities such as Walk the Walk.

For further information on Walk the Walk, the events or how you can help, please see here.

Sex in the City.. Not quite !

August 7, 2013August 7, 20132 Comments

In another life I’m a Carrie from Sex in The City running around London in my designer dresses complete with my killer heels preferably louboutins. I’d spend my days wining and dining at the fanciest restaurants, cocktail in one hand , fabulous hand bag in another, flirting with totally unsuitable guys. I would always have amazing hair AND never get spots. It would be nice wouldn’t it?

In reality I’m a spotty day-dreaming divorcee who lives in Sheffield and often has Stig of the Dump hair. Some days it doesn’t even see a brush! I’m more likely to be seen with a cup of coffee in one hand and a duster in the other, sorting out blocked drains or clearing up kitten poop. I live with D in a modest semi, with 2 part time kids and 2 full time kittens. We have just returned from a 2 day break in London – Not so much Carrie more ‘Terry Tourist’ with 2 kids in toe.

I love London. I first visited as a wide eyed 8 year old. It was a day trip with my mum , Grandma and her Spanish friend. I remember standing in Trafalgar Square feeding the pigeons and thinking WOW. As I got older it was weekend trips with the girls. Days spent shopping and wandering taking in the sights, followed by nights on the cocktails and clubbing. Inevitably the hangover from hell the next morning . London never ever looses its appeal. The history, the grandeur … I think you get the picture.

So here’s a sneak peak into our little break… all aboard – Whoop whoop here we come! 9.35 train to London. Tick.

Moshi Monsters are all the rage apparently! I really don’t get it but they are taking over the house?

First stop. Ben and he’s big!

Strolling down the South Embankment in the sun…

On Jubilee Bridge

Having a beer along the Thames.

Royal Horse Guards

Trafalgar Square. If I wasn’t such a clumsy so so I would have tried to climb one of the Lions. Baring in mind I am , I thought better of it !

The weather wasn’t kind to us and on more than one occasion we got absolutely drenched. Bloody English weather! Walking down the Mall towards Buckingham Palace, I looked like I had had a shower fully dressed! Yes I cursed a few times to say the least!!

We had no choice but to go back to the hotel, get changed into some dry clothes, have a few drinks in the Hotel Bar (its not all bad) and wait. Luckily the rain only lasted a few hours and we were able to go back into central London.

In the tube station above, with our little crowns.

The following morning started like this…

We spent our final few hours mooching around Covent Garden. I Love it. D got overly excited because Sally Gunnell walked past us… that was about an hour later when he could actually remember who she was!

And then it was time to say good-bye. Although we weren’t there for that long I think Georgy and Eddie enjoyed their first taste of London. They are already talking about when they go back so it can’t have been that bad! They both really wanted to go to the National History Museum , especially Eddie to see the full size T-Rex, but we couldn’t quite squeeze it in.

I as always loved it.

We collected our bags and made our way to the station. St Pancras is one beauty of a building both externally and internally.