Monthly Archives: December 2011

And he looks so radiant. And he shines like the sun.

I wish to share where the inspiration for the name of my blog comes from.

If you haven’t already heard it;

I just love Van Morrison, it’s the kind of music that you can listen to when you’re happy and it’ll make you want to skip and bounce with joy and when you’re feeling a bit melancholy you can listen too and no doubt tear up to.

In terms of music I’m not a particular avid follower or fan of any particular genre. Although I’ll always have a place in my heart for the music I grew up listening to, it may not be cool and trendy but it’s sentimental and that means a lot more to me.

Some times it’s sad to remember the things you have lost and sometimes it’s nice to remember how lucky you were to have them in the first place. These facts regardless Van the Man is a legend, a bit of a diva on the sly word has it and I’ll never loose my love for his music.

Life got a bit razzle dazzle this week.

I finally got around to visiting the Boyfriend in his new work place and we went to the Red Bull end of season party, it was literally the fanciest party I’ve ever been to.

Sometimes I miss my boyfriend so much and I’m in such a rush to be getting on with the rest of our lives together, I’m forgetting all the fun that we have at this moment in time. We’re not going to be young and  fun forever so it’s probably best to take advantage of it now.

  

Today also consisted of a maaasive shopping trip with my Mama who decided to take a day off because it’s her birthday. Some more lovely Christmas presents were bought for some more lovely people and I even picked out a few cute outfits for myself for my own Christmas presents.

I picked out some nice shoes, some skinny jeans  I’m not really a jeans kind of girl each year I buy a new pair and still stick with the same old pair I’ve had for the past three years I just don’t suit ’em, and a mandatory Christmas jumper.

Oh and I also met the love of my life…Well not literally but it was a bloody amazing bag, which lets be honest comes pretty close.

So the picture really doesn’t justice but oh to me it was beautiful beyond compare, if I was Byron, Wordsworth, Keats or even my boy James Blunt I’d be spilling prose on just how I felt about this bag. Alas, the words for this blog struggle to come to me with fluency so sorry bag a poem is out of the question.

Like all good love stories there is some heartache to be shared. It was all going so well for me and the bag, I’d spotted it, and felt it up a little to check for quality nothing perverse get your mind out the gutter, I’d even mentioned it to my mum in the hope she would buy me it for Christmas. But then disaster strikes I’m out of Romantic poetic analogies so I’ll just cut to the chase…

The bag cost ONEHUNDREDANDFIFTYOFTHEQUEENSENGLISHPOUNDS!!!!!! 

Now I do love a good shopping splurge, but frankly with the constant letters from the bank saying that my account is as barren as well proper barren land there is no chance me and this bag will be taking our relationship further then the chance meeting in River Island.

However if you like me love tan, and leather, and the odd tassel and have £150 to spare or even have a mysterious benefactor I’d get  yourself down to River Island , I would of worn it with my tanned boots, my levi shorts, christmas jumper, and black leather. Just sayin’. 

Waterstones is my Christmas Mecca.

Another blog about Christmas may leave you feeling exasperated to the point of wanting to spork your own eyes out just so you will never have to read someone going on about frivolity and festivities again. If this is you I am sorry, I’d look away now because it’s about to bet glitzy up in here Christmas light style!

Today was one of the run up to Christmas days that I love, where Daddy and Daughter go on a secret mission, to collect our Christmas tree. So off we trotted in his little plumbers van to find the perfect Christmas tree, the weather wasn’t ideal to be standing outside in a veritable host of garden centers but hey needs must we were the Christmas tree warriors and we soldiered through.

Sweet right, even if I do say so myself. 

I’ve also wrapped a lot of presents and they are now currently sitting under the tree all sparkly. Fear not I’m stepping away from the candycanes and baubles for the day tommorow I’m off on a rather exciting trip to see my Boyfriend in Milton Keynes I think we are going to see the RedBull Home Run, not sure that that will mean anything to anyone me neither but hopefully I’ll get a few snaps and might even having something to blog about that isn’t the excitement of Christmas.

Tis the season to be a festive fatty.

I do adore Christmas the season to over indulge. I am Queen of over indulgence as evident by the many hangovers I suffer after a plentiful night out.

Oh yes before I begin. Christmas is a religious holiday celebrating a religious event and every year we hear lamenting cries of how we’ve lost the true meaning of Christmas amongst all our adverts, Christmas countdowns, and massive shopping trips. Now to each their own I say, people shouldn’t be judged for celebrating a holiday in their own way. Let’s not rain on each other’s parades. K?

Last week was a full of festive frolicks for me… God I do love a good alliteration. I finished my studies at University and decided to head home for the Christmas. On the way back I made a little diversion and stopped over with the besty in Manchester, for some late night shopping in the Trafford Centre. Being a Liverpool gal I irregularly shop in the Trafford Centre, but when I do get a chance to head over there normally when I’m in town visiting my aforementioned long suffering best friend it is always a treat usually involving me spending more than I bargained for though. Hehee bargained for d’ya get it? No?

So before we had begun our shopping excursion we had to fuel ourselves up it was after all going to be an arduous feat. So of course we stopped for a Starbucks. I had a Peppermint Mocha, you’ve just got to embrace the festive menus bit of coffee lotta chocolate bellissimo!!! 

 We then took to flight and covered the entire of the Trafford centre and treated ourselves to a Nandos afterwards, well by the time we’d walked the entire length of the shopping centre we’d probably gotten ridden of a zillion calories… So again time to re-fuel.

All in all a delightful evening was had shopping till we dropped and I’m now well and truly excited for the festive season.

I’ve also managed to get hold of the long awaited LBD, it’s taken me what seems like forever to find a dress and now I have the perfect excuse to wear my new dress. You’d think I’d be one happy bunny right?…Wrong!

What’s the problem now you pathetic excuse for a super shopper I hear you cry. 

Well the problem is I’m having a baaad case of is the dress going to make me look like Vicky Pollard-itis.

So I’m going to a social even shindig at my boyfriends work, he recently moved down South to work for a company on his year placement. I’ll be meeting all of his new work friends for the first time and although I’ve been told the dress code is smart/casual it’s at a relatively fancy place. I don’t  want to be over dressed I don’t want to be under dressed and I most definitely don’t want to look like a chav.

So here are a few snaps of my dress…

Yes in a previous post I did berate the whole mesh/cut out/ short dress scenario. BUT this has polka dots!!!  Yeah who am I fooling… It still looks cheap and nasty but I’m thoroughly shopped out I’m so sick of looking for the perfect dress I just don’t think I’m going to find it. 

 

  Fingers crossed it’ll be alright on the night and I’ll feel okay about my choice.

Wish me luck!

xxx