If you know where this is from, please tell me (if it's not Style Me Pretty or 100 Layer Cake, consider me shocked) That's right folks - the inaugural Scottish A Practical Wedding Book Club Meet-up (whew that's a mouthful) is happening THIS SATURDAY. Wheee! I mean sure, I haven't actually arranged a time, or booked a table, or indeed read the book, but...
It's official. The world is full of weirdos. ...
Seriously, how is it the end of May already? This year is flying by! I had all this stuff I was going to do in 2011... hmm, maybe I should get on with some of that... Anyway, it IS the end of May, the last Friday of the month to be precise, and that means it's Blog Love time again. I don't know what the...
I am in it. The Hubster thinks I spend too much time on the internet instead of talking to him. I don't know where he gets this idea from. Ok fine. *Maybe* he has a point. But finding pictures of bunnies takes time, ya know? Anyway, rather than reading my ramblings today, I suggest - nay, I insist! - that you go and...
What? You didn't think I'd forget Rabbit Awareness Week, did you? {Update: In the spirit of raising Rabbit Awareness (?!), the lovely and talented Amy has sent me a link to this sweet little kids' book (which I may just have ordered for myself) - anyone else got any bunny-related goodness they'd care to share?} 1. naokosstoop 2. Lillian and Leonard 3. Spoonflower 4. Textile Platypus 5. Playboy July...
{IMPORTANT UPDATE: When this post was first published, for a couple of hours it may have looked like I had used - oh God I can barely say it - Comic Sans in part of it. I would like to apologise for this horrendous misunderstanding and reassure you that I would NEVER DO THAT. I have standards, you know.} Edinburgh looking all glamorous....
Why yes, those *are* pink legwarmers. So, I don't know if you knew this, but I was taking part a little run yesterday. I might have mentioned it. I wish I had the energy to tell you about the easy parts when the sun was shining and I was high-fiving row after row of giggling boys, and the hard parts when my stomach...
No more training, no more procrastinating, no more whining. This Sunday is MARATHON DAY. Shiiiiit! (I love saying that, as if I'm actually running the whole marathon. Ok fine, I'm doing it in a relay and only running 5.4 miles, but it still totally counts. Kind of.) I wouldn't say my training has been entirely successful. Somewhat to my own disbelief, I actually managed to run...
What was I saying yesterday about powerlessness and injustice? Perhaps Ken Clarke would care to explain what constitutes "serious rape", and what differentiates it from, say, whimsical rape? What. A. Twat. Image: Detail from Bernini's The Rape of Prosperina ...
This weekend, I read this book. (I know, I know, I'm meant to be reading that one for the A Practical Wedding book club. But I can't exactly go on a romantic minibreak with my husband and take The Science of a Good Marriage, can I?) This is not a particularly sophisticated book. It's written from the perspective of a dog, for a start....
A swirly, twirly, sunshine-not-lemon, knee-length yellow skirt, to be precise. It all started when I saw that picture up there. Then I saw this one: And this one: And I was sold. Unfortunately, such a thing is not easy to come by. I am in love with this little Anthropologie number, as modelled so elegantly by Lauren of I'm Better in Real Life, but...
Well. That was a total balls-up. For those of you who aren't bloggers or twitterers and were wondering why blogland was so eerily quiet on Friday, it's because Blogger, the Google site that hosts gazillions of blogs (including this one), had a monumental meltdown and deleted a whole load of posts and comments and prevented anyone from posting or commenting on anything at all. Thanks, Blogger....
WTF is this? Weird greige one-armed leotard thing, £89 (yes, £89) Is this for real? Are you just trying to make me feel old? I was not aware that leotards had become (a) socially acceptable and (b) worth eighty-nine quid. And I mean, where do you even wear something like this? Scab-coloured sheer blouse/skirt/whatever, £35 High collar + dark colour = work-type scenario....
Image: Jasmine Nguyen I now have less than two weeks to go until The Big Race. Dread. My training (actually, that should be "training") has not been what you would call successful. First, there was the stitch. I have been bizarrely plagued by a stitch in my right side. At first it would hit after around seven minutes. I tried running through it...
I had big plans for this weekend. It was going to be a weekend of writing, crafting, contemplation. I was going to emerge from my creative cocoon armed with an endless supply of witty, beautifully-written blog posts that would be the Best Thing I Had Ever Written and I would be inundated with book offers, sponsorship requests, maybe a few marriage proposals... Funnily...
