Hey guys! Excuse me for I am about to be incredibly politically incorrect, but I am what I (and only I as I just made it up) call a hobby hoe. That is, I am constantly scouring the internet for ideas for new hobbies and activities to occupy myself with, but things like knitting, cross stitching and…… Continue reading New Hobbies.
Thank you to Shay-lon for nominating me for this – it’s my first ever award of this type and I’m so psyched, although, please bear with me as I figure out how to do it! THE RULES: Share the link to the blogger who has shown love to you by nominating you. Answer the questions. In the…… Continue reading Awards: The Unique Blogger Award
Fortunately for the two of us, we had been informed yesterday that the ferry service between Ardrossan and Arran wasn’t running as normal so we’re forced to be booked onto the last ferry back to the mainland, effectively forcing us to have an extra full day to be on holiday. I know. Woe is me,…… Continue reading All holidays have to come to an end. Day 4 of 4.
Exams are done, my bank account is almost completely empty and I need a break. So, my boyfriend and I decided that for a few days, we would get out and get a proper feel of the country we live in. The original plan was to borrow a mate’s tent and pitch up in some…… Continue reading Road trip!
My boyfriend and I have a big week this week. Yesterday, I met his mum, and tomorrow, he meets mine. I have no idea how yesterday went. The horribly shy side of me that I thought had disappeared years ago crept to the surface and I had no idea if she liked me or not, because I…… Continue reading Meeting Mum
Basically, me. Growing up, I hated watching any form of sport. I’m already stressed enough, so watching people run around chasing a ball and getting injured for no good reason. And they get paid millions for this. I have never understood the amount of money that sports personalities get paid, especially footballers. Every time there’s something sport-related on…… Continue reading Who said sport was boring?
Originally posted on Our Nourished Table:
I am a recovering perfectionist. And yet…if you asked people who know me on a basic level, if I was or ever had been a perfectionist, they would probably laugh in your face. You see, I have a wild mane of curly hair. That I never brush. My car…