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April 1, 2015

A hat trick of hat tricks

Christmas brings an excess of tinsel, tiaras, turkey and tantrums and leaves very little time, or energy for creativity and folding of silks and sinamay and the stitching of flowers and feathers. Then came the February blues, not January in my case as I’m quite a fan of the leftovers and failed attempts at new beginnings. February brought one great big snotty slap in the face in the form of the flu. My first experience. My first, month long experience of resting, and sleeping, and sleeping and then resting, and Oh! the boredom! The only positive was the subsequent weight loss, which FYI, is sooo not worth it, so please if you can, always take vitamin C. But after February comes March, the best month of the year. Why I hear you ask? Why, it’s my birthday month! Yes, yes I do behave like a spoilt teenager and enjoy dragging out the celebrations for weeks on end and as result, it is now April. APRIL. I am a few pounds heavier and a few pounds poorer and clearly currently a failing blogger, so it is time to occupy my mind, my hands and my free moments with one of my favourite pastimes again… But in the mean time, here is a few snaps of 2k15 so far.

January 15, 2015

New year, new me.

Sat here in a rather cosy nest of duvets watching the snow quickly turn to sleet and I’m struggling to figure out how it got to be the end of January. Where did Christmas go? I’m sure I didn’t eat enough sausage rolls, or drink enough cheap bubbly. It’s also just occurred to me that since I accidentally fell asleep and missed the all important count down to the New Year, I haven’t even set myself both the traditional and predictable resolution and promised myself that I will get that bikini bod for the summer and look like Beyonce next time I step off the treadmill.

Truth be told, despite being a big believer in cliches, I’m not really a fan of the new year, new me trend we all like to divulge in. No, not me. I’m more realistic, and this year more than ever I knew I wasn’t going to make it to the gym and I had no intention of ignoring my second favourite man, Terry, and his chocolate orange. But to my surprise, I have actually ventured to the gym in January! It may only have been the once, and I may have burnt more calories catching up with old colleagues rather than actually exercising, but it confirmed that my choice to gallivant around town, and the globe, working and playing is much more fun than getting sweaty anyway.

So, after my reflective trip on the gym I think it’s appropriate to create a slap dash jobbie of doing justice to 2014 and what was a truly incredible year for me personally and professionally. Despite loving a lengthy natter, I have decided to shut up now and roll with the famous, a picture is worth a thousand words. So here is my fun, food, friends and love filled 2014 in pictures, worth a couple hundred thousand words in my opinion.

December 9, 2014

“I live my life for the stars that shine.”

It’s a Manc’s life. Oasis, the parker, oatcakes! Ay-upp, up north really does have it all, and along with these gems we have Manchester to thank for is their Christmas Market, responsible for turning even the biggest scrooge into a soppy bundle of love and cheer after a good old fashioned nosh and booze up.

I am going to keep this short and sweet and let the boys do the talking through some of the most famous, beautifully put song lyrics known to Mancunians and mankind. These are some family photos of our whirlwind visit to the glorious town. Cheese.

These could be the best days of our lives. But I don’t think we’ve been living very wise.

And all the roads we have to walk are winding, and all the lights that lead us there are blinding. There are many things that I would like to say to you but I don’t know how. Because maybe you’re gonna be the one that saves me, and after all you’re my wonderwall.