And I’m the best worst thing that hasn’t happened to you yet. The best worst thing

The month of February is filled with birthdays in my house. Usually it is filled with cake, prosecco and celebrations; this year was a little different with the anniversary of my mother’s passing. However, we made the best of the month and it was filled with lovely people, cake and daffodils.
So, here is February:

February, week one.
My twentysixth birthday was the very first day of February and my morning was filled with lovely presents from my family. A sparkly crown, which I wore all day long and almost forgot to take off before bed. Some beautiful perfume, a bangle and a giant fluffy pompom amongst other lovely things. A selfie, because why not? I have also discovered that the window in my front door works as a soft box, perfect lighting. A gin and elderflower with a pretty straw, which I sipped gleefully whilst out for a meal with ‘The Surrogate Mothers Club’.

February, week two.
The eighth of the month marks my dad’s birthday, this year he turned the big five-oh. This is the cake my sister and I made him, yes I am aware that it looks a little like is says ‘SO’ instead, but sprinkles are hard to work with! Dolly all snuggled up on the chesterfield in the kitchen, under the blanket I crocheted for her. Look at her little scruffy face. And another selfie. A very quiet week really.

February, week three.
Wearing my daffodil pin on my mum’s birthday, which was also Valentine’s Day, for a lunch out by the sea with my dad and sister. It was a beautiful sunshine day and it always reminds me of my mum at the particular place we went. Tina and Laney bought me the most awesome unicorn slippers for my birthday (which rarely leave my feet and my boyfriend wont let me wear out). And yes, I am wearing them with my Cookie Monster pjs, because I am 7 really. A selfie I took whilst waiting for Christopher to come back from picking up his broken down Land Rover.

February, week four.
After not feeling very well and having a panic attack the day previously, it was nice to get out for a very cold and blustery walk in one of my very favourite places. Even if it was so cold my face hurt afterwards. Some beautiful daffodil’s as a nod to the anniversary of my mum’s death. She loved daffodils and had a personality as bright and beautiful as the bloom. A catch up and a potential business meeting with one of my favourite ladies, Naomi, on a very chilly day. I hadn’t seen her properly in months so it was really lovely and we covered a lot of ground and exciting possible ideas for the future.

The words are hushed, lets not get busted

It’s been another month of me being absent on here and I feel bad about it. I like it here, I love to write but I just haven’t been feeling inspired recently. Every time I sit down to type something out my brain’s engine sputters and chugs and eventually comes to a heaving halt. Fear not though, fore it is January and I have decided to write a post every week, even if it is short and I don’t love it.
Here is December in all its iPhone glory:

December, week one.
The time of the year that our house gets transformed into a twinkling wonderland. White paper balls and giant snowflakes hang from the ceiling in our backroom/kitchen. It takes my dad and I around four hours to put up all the paper decorations and lights in just this room and the hallway. Here is a glimpse of our backroom and just a small fraction of the prints we own done by Alex Binnie and Jason Missori. And what kind of week would it be without a gratuitous selfie?!

December, week two.
I borrowed my sisters MAC lipstick in Diva and I love it. Amazingly it works perfectly on both of our skin tones (shes more olive to my transparent complexion). I must own it. Some beautiful tulips, I can never resist a good bunch of tulips. I came across these old photos of me as a tiny person, I think I was around three (nineteenninetythree). My hair was/is still mental and my sister thought it was hilarious that I looked like an old lady.

December, week three.
Florence’s boyfriend bought her a Polaroid camera for Christmas, she was too excited to wait until Christmas day to open her presents so she opened them on the end of my bed after he’d left. I am impressed with the new Polaroids. Christmas day consisted of opening our stockings on my dad’s bed whilst Dolly snuffled all the discarded paper. Boxing day saw our family and friends release twenty five magenta helium balloons in memory of my mum. It was our first Christmas without her and we always have a big get together on boxing day; this was a nice way to remember her.

December, week 4.
That weird week between Christmas and New Years Eve. A selfie, naturally. Some zombie targets I made to go along with a zombie Nerf Crossbow present I had bought; complete with fake blood from Halloween. My sister and dog invaded my room and Dolly was being so cute, so here she is with her little fluffy face.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

I am not a huge fan of the celebrations surrounding NYE, as I have written before. However, this year was very pleasant and chilled. We released the last balloon for my mum and let off a huge glitter confetti cannon (which we are still walking into our house now…and its all up the street. whoops). Oh, and obviously there was Jooles Holland to be watched.
I hope you all enjoyed your festivities over the last few weeks, and I shall see you all next week.