For the past few days I've been convinced that where I am would not be hit by the snow. So imagine my surprise when I looked outside my window and saw flakes upon flakes of the stuff falling down. All that crisp, white, virginal snow that was waiting to be ravaged. It was time to go out and play.
Look at all that glorious snow!
Beautiful in the summer. Beautiful in the winter.
Snowball throwing, sledge planning despite lacking the main piece of equipment and snow penis building.
If I'm ever lacking in inspiration, feeling a bit grouchy or hard done by, or just wanting to be nosy then pinterest is the place to be.
It's full of quirky little anecdotes dotted all over the show, cute, amazing and downright memorable pictures found from all over the inter web and amazing people you long to aspire to be like someday.
It helps to get the creative juices flowing, whether that be inspiration to try a new haircut, or you suddenly have an overwhelming urge to make a purse or craft a boat out of matchsticks and foil...it's all there.
Oh and you can create your own boards to help you remember where you saw something you adore!
I've been asked to move out. Not by my parents, although I do feel they are quite keen on this thought, but by my long term boyfriend. Who'd have thought?!
Now the hunt for somewhere new to call home awaits...and so far its been bloody ridiculous.
However there is one thing I am absolutely sure of...I want animal shaped, kitsch art salt and pepper shakers.
Ever since I saw the cutest hamster shaped ones in Cath Kidston one afternoon browsing the shops I knew I had to have it.
However, being the stubborn fool I am, refused to listen to the boy who kept telling me we should buy them...hmmmm.
Mondays suck. Getting up when it's still dark outside sucks even more. You only meant to wake up when no birds are singing if your going on holiday...which I wasn't. Coming home when it's dark sucks too. Now, I'm all for enjoying the seasons and what not but seriously...all I want is just a little bit of sunshine every couple of weeks or so.
First of, let me start by saying that no, I am not one for making new years resolutions. I don't plan on doing many things differently to what I did last year, and well, if I do fancy a change then so be it. But I'm not going to let a resolution dictate that to me. I'll continue to go to the gym. Not because I plan on losing 6 stone, but because I want to. I, dare I say it, ENJOY it. Blasphemy. I won't give up crisps, chocolate or alcohol because there is simply not a reason good enough for me to want to. And that glass of red wine will always win. Always. I'll continue to do as I please and concern myself with issues that are mine to worry about. Anyways who needs the added pressure of worrying about if your fulfilling your resolution for the day, week or month.