Tomorrow, Blonde Bridesmaid and I are going dress shopping. FOR MY BRIDESMAID DRESS. That's right. My eight-year-old self would be so happy right now. My 28-year-old self isn't feeling too bad about it either. (Just so we're clear, Blonde Bridesmaid is actually the bride, and I am now the blonde bridesmaid. I call her Blonde Bridesmaid because when I was the bride she was my...
TEN F*ING YEARS. I know that, once you have a proper anniversary, you're not really meant to keep celebrating the anniversary of that time you agreed, in a dark corner of some skanky nightclub, that you should probably start calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend. Already the date is losing whatever significance it once held, so much so that I would have forgotten...
I haven't been sure what to say about Mull. In all honesty, I find other people's holidays excruciatingly dull, and I'm always reluctant to inflict the full details of my own on anyone who hasn't asked about it, or who isn't directly related to me and therefore has no choice. "Oh, you went somewhere beautiful and had a wonderful time? How nice for you. I...
...in a hypothetical world where I was the kind of badass bride who wore midnight blue sequins to her own wedding - oh and one where I had a spare seven grand - I would be getting married in this. And it's in stock in my size. Coincidence? I think not. How about you? (My little fantasy shopping spree was inspired by this...
So, I'm back from Mull, and I have to tell you: it was SENSATIONAL. I take back every bad thought I ever had and every snarky comment I ever made about spending my precious week of summer holiday in a cottage on an island in rain-sodden Scotland. The sun shone, the birds sang, the cows gave Smidgen the stink-eye; it was perfect. So...
Bored of holidays to gorgeous, sunny places? Tired of the same old delicious food and crystal blue waters? Sick to death of strolling hand-in-hand watching the sun set on yet another balmy, tropical evening? Yeah, I thought you probably were. That's why, just for you, Fin and I have decided to forget all of that travelling-to-new-and-exotic-places crap and stay right here in solid,...
And just like that, Style Me May is officially over. Time to reflect on how it went. A cursory glance reveals that it went the way of pretty much every other blog-related project I've ever undertaken, including the blog itself: it started well, gathered momentum, got a bit too intense, disappeared completely, then wobbled back towards a healthy-ish balance of quality, quantity and...
