Long time, no outfit post...

Tuesday, 30 June 2015




I'm just not entirely feeling it at the moment. Mainly cos urgh, life is severely getting in the way, but also because I am feeling mahoosive right now and outfit photos are not turning out the same way that my reflection does. Funny that.



My new skirt is undoubtedly very pretty though, so that's some solace. As is the cardi. You just have to be careful not to wear it on sunny days because hello awkward tan lines.






Skirt - George
Cardi - Dorothy Perkins
Stacking rings - H&M sale
Wedges - Dolcis

A Blogging Good Read - June

Sunday, 7 June 2015


Joining me for this month's edition of Blogging Good Read are Lucy from Books & Brooches and Jen from Gingerella. What did we read?

 Lucy's book choice was Yes Pleaseby Amy Poehler:


I was really excited about reading this as I think Amy Poehler is very funny and articulate, you may know her from Mean Girls, Parks and Recreation or Saturday Night Live (she does a killer Hilary Clinton) amongst others. She is also best friends and often writing partner/award show host with Tina Fey, so I was looking forward to being blown away by her book. Except I wasn't. The book was OK, there were funny parts and interesting parts as well as insights in to the world of showbiz and comedy. She covers diverse topics from her time on Saturday Night Live, divorce and heartbreak, taking drugs to motherhood. It just wasn't as great as I was expecting. I think this is because Amy's comedy is all in the delivery, she is charming and quickwitted and I think this may have been better as an audiobook than a paperback.


Did Jen enjoy it?

 With this one, I am really torn; I really enjoyed parts and disliked others. The parts I disliked were the constant name-dropping, and not because it was name-dropping - she's a famous person, she knows other famous people - but more because I didn't know the names! Maybe that's my fault and I can't hold that against Amy but it got to the point where I would be reading and these names I didn't know would be replaced by 'Famous Person X', 'Famous Person Y'. Yes, that might be my fault but I wasn't about to go and Google every single name. Also, the intro was too long, and yes it is difficult to write a book but you've written one now so please, let us continue. The parts I really enjoyed were the stories of her childhood, youth and current life, and especially her viewpoints on life and people. Some would consider it preaching or self-help but I think it's more about her sharing her experiences and perhaps, even her recognising herself as a role model. I found myself able to relate to her and would read several parts and internally shout 'YES! Totally! That's me'. There were also several laugh-out-loud moments. I wouldn't say this was a quick read as I did have to keep taking breaks from it but it was a book I enjoyed. Another three out of five stars.


I know I should technically write my reviews in isolation but hey, if you've read my last post you'll know I'm quite the champ at procrastination so you're probably not surprised that I do occasionally end up penning my thoughts on the BGR post as the very last part of putting the whole thing together. In this instance, it's not a bad thing because I've been wholeheartedly nodding along with Lucy and Jen's thoughts on Yes Please and I basically want to write "Yup, what they said."

Parts of it were brilliant, parts were a bit meh. It seemed quite uneven and although that is kind of part of the charm of it - it's like Amy is sitting down and chattering on with you - it does also make it a bit hit and miss overall. I definitely agree with Lucy on the audiobook thing - I've since listened to autobiographies by Mindy Kaling and Neil Patrick Harris and there's something about hearing an actor or comedian's words in their own voice that does really enhance things.

I chose Princess of the Midnight Ball by Jessica Day George:


Prior to my Orkney trip I ran my Amazon wishlist through Scribd to see if anything was on there - might as well make use of my subscription! Now I have no idea why this particular book was on my wishlist in the first place but I'm delighted that Jessica Day George's entire back catalogue turned out to be available on Scribd because I promptly glommed them. As with all of her books, this is quite a gentle, sweet, satisfying read. It's a retelling of the Twelve Dancing Princesses fairytale, which I must admit I was only vaguely familiar with beforehand.

The twelve princesses of Westfalin disappear every third night and return exhausted in the morning. The curse that ties them to having to dance all night at the Midnight Ball also means that they can't tell anyone about where they're going and so no-one can help them break the curse. That is until an enterprising young soldier returns from the wars, gets a job in the palace gardens and sets about solving the mystery. I am very fond of Galen - a hero who knits! Although I'd never describe this sort of book as realistic, there's enough of an edge to the world-building to set it apart from sugary sweet kids fairytales.


What did Lucy think?

This was an enjoyable read, sometimes you need to know the heroes win the day and the bad guys will fall. I really like old fairy tales, and remember reading the story Twelve Dancing Princesses that this is based upon, years ago. I enjoy a bit of magic and whimsy, which this has in spades, mix that in with a mystery, magical objects and forbidden love and you have a gentle, pleasant, easy read.

How about Jen?
Fantasy isn't typically a genre I would read and as such, I wasn't sure I was going to like it. However, the ending of the first chapter had me wanting to read on. When there are a lot of characters in a book, sometimes with unusual names, I can struggle to follow, remember or connect with who they are. But in this case, having the thoughts and feelings of the two main characters being the principal focus worked well to prevent that. Having said that, I might've liked more development of some of the characters. The fate of the princesses and her saviour held my intrigue and the love story was sweet although them being 'madly in love' never quite shone through for me. I did very much enjoy the descriptions and imagery in the book and it was definitely enchanting; it reminded me of Beauty and the Beast, or similar, in its depictions (not the storyline). Again, this was a quick read and I enjoyed it. Three out of five stars I'd say.

Jen picked The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins:



Rachel catches the train to London every morning and each day, as the train stops at the same signal, she watches the couple living at number 15. She becomes obsessed with their seemingly perfect life. One day, she sees something at number 15 that shocks her. Rachel begins to get caught up in what she saw, and the life of this young couple. It raises questions about herself and her own life. I chose the book as I'd seen it praised in the media and the plot sounded intriguing.

From the start, my impression of Rachel was one of unhappiness, depression and self-loathing. Despite this, I still warmed to her character and I was intrigued to see what would transpire; would she pick herself up, and what was she going to witness at number 15? The 'something shocking' that Rachel sees, I found a little disappointing and was expecting something a little more sinister. As the story progresses, no-one takes Rachel seriously about what she sees or knows, the people in her life seem to despise her and she continues to fall apart at the seams rather than pull herself together. The twist at the end was not a surprise to me as the build up definitely points in this direction and if I'm completely honest, I wasn't so captured by the characters that I felt all that bothered by it. Finally, at the end, Rachel gets her life together. This was a quick read and had enough of a plot to keep my interest but, given all the hype, I thought it was mostly just OK, somewhere between two and a half and three stars out of five.


The Girl on the Train is a book that's quite hard to review without giving anything away so I'll steer clear of too much description, but I think the comparisons it's had in the press to Gone Girl are fair. Both books feature a whole host of deeply unpleasant characters, have quite an unsettling atmosphere and are so full of twists and turns that you carry on reading just to see how it all ends up. As with Gone Girl, I loathed all the characters. Rachel is a very unreliable narrator and it's a bold choice by the author to make her protagonist quite so unpleasant. You don't finish this book because you're anxious to find out that she's ok - frankly I didn't care about her enough for that. You finish it because the plot and pacing are interesting enough to hook you in. Overall it's not a wonderful book and I don't quite understand why it's being raved about so much, but it's an entertaining enough read.

Did Lucy enjoy it?

I couldn't get hold of this book for love nor (a reasonable amount of) money, so I downloaded the audiobook (thank goodness for free trials!), this only added to the eerie atmosphere of the book. Before BGR I had no desire to read this book, as it had often been likened to Gone Girl, which I had really not enjoyed. I'm so glad BGR made me read this, so I could finally see what the fuss was all about. Paula Hawkins is an excellent writer, you quickly become entangled with Rachel and the other characters as you delve deeper in to their disturbing lives. The mystery (which I won't spoil here) was also good, although you may find yourself sensing the 'twist' sooner than the write thinks. The only reason I didn't enjoy this book is I need at least one character that I like (however slightly) in a book, and in The Girl on the Train, there was no-one.

Huge thanks to Lucy and Jen for joining us with BGR this month. Next month the books will be S. by J.J Abrams & Doug Dorst, The Awakening by Kate Chopin and The Miniaturist by Jessie Burton.

I'm on the hunt for more people to take part in BGR for the rest of the year so if you like reading and want to join in, please give me a shout!

10 Things I'm Bad At

Friday, 5 June 2015


On the flipside of my last post, here are ten things I'm bad at.

Getting up. I am actually hopeless at this. I have six different alarms and I'm all too capable of turning them off and just going back to sleep. I really need one of those Wallace & Gromit waking-up gadgets that tips me directly out of bed and into my clothes.

Remembering birthdays. Don't take it personally. I love you, I really do, but you should probably prepare yourself for dropping several hints in my direction if your big day is coming up soon. The same applies for addresses. I'm awful at writing them down.

Housework. I know it needs doing but there's always something more fun to do, isn't there? I like a tidy house but I'm not capable of keeping it that way.

Putting up with stupidity. Extreme eye-rolling will occur. It also happens when people are banging on about wanky self-help stuff or mooing about things that are entirely their own fault. I should be more empathetic but christ, it only goes so far.

Overlooking poor spelling and grammar. I've reached the point where I can hold myself back from pointing it out all the time but I cannot and will not subject myself to it by choice. If your blog or Twitter feed are constantly full of idiotic typos or you don't know the difference between your/you're then I'm not reading. Soz.

Making myself exercise. It's just not fun! I know I need to get back into swimming and 30 Day Shred but I will take every possible opportunity and make every possible excuse not to do it. Horse-riding and associated yardwork is the exception to this. That stuff is fun.

Art. I'm forever envious of people who can draw and doodle and paint. I haven't got an artistic bone in my body, which is doubly disappointing because my grandad was a wonderful painter and I'd have loved to inherited some of his talent.

Following dress patterns. Oh my gosh. What I wouldn't give to know which part of my brain is broken in this respect. I cannot comprehend them. I can't visualise what things should look like. I just don't understand. It's as if my brain takes one look and goes BLUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. When I first attempted sleeves I couldn't make head nor tail of the instructions and it was only by some miracle that I did the first one correctly first time. Then I did the second one wrong EIGHT times in a row, even though I had literally just done one and had it right there to compare it to.

Procrastinating. I'm really good at it actually. But that's bad, so on this list it goes. There are two sides to this awesome talent of mine: putting off things I can't be arsed doing and hiding away from things I think are scary. Guess what? Neither of them are that bad if I actually make myself get off my arse and do them.

Attracting men. *plays tiny violin*

10 Things I'm Good At

Wednesday, 3 June 2015

Forgive me for shamelessly nicking this idea from Janet, Louisa and Sarah but I loved their posts so much that I wanted to have a go myself. My list is scarily similar to Janet's. I feel like we might actually be the same person, just with different coloured hair.

Anyway, I digress. This is a list of 10 things that I'm really good at. I am suppressing hard my natural inclination to add "but" to the end of all of these. These are good, solid things that I kick arse at and I'm not ashamed to blow my own trumpet.


Reading. Probably not a surprise to anyone who has seen the amount of books I own. I read a lot. An awful lot. Also I read mega fast. I take great pleasure in seeing the recommended reading time that programmes like Scribd suggest for a book. I usually come in at about a third of it.


On a related note...

Recommending books. This is always an inexact science because it's v. tricky to find someone whose tastes exactly match your own, however I've read enough books to make a decent stab at recommending titles to people who are in search of a particular thing.

Remembering places and navigating. I don't get it when people say they don't understand maps. Maps are easy. There's no room for you in my family if you can't navigate down Z roads in the middle of nowhere in search of elusive historical sites. I have a good memory for places too. If I've been somewhere once, I'll recognise it a second time, even if I come across it from a different direction.


Proof-reading. Not for nothing am I known as the Grammar Police at work. They bought me a policeman's helmet and everything. If you need your letter/email/article/leaflet/sign/presentation to be checked and edited, I'm your woman.

Buying presents. I hope I'm good at this... I think I am! I will not buy dull gift sets or generic crap for people. I pay close attention to little things that people say they like or mentions they make of things and then if they haven't already bought them, I'll snap them up for birthdays or Christmas. I think about things, basically.

My job. Which you would hope most people would be good at, right? Especially when they've been doing it for 10 years. But I'm not ashamed to say that I'm really good at my job. I work really hard and I get excellent annual reviews. It's a completely different beast from the role I started off doing in 2005 but ten years on I think they would genuinely struggle to directly replace me. Finding someone who can do all your admin, phone & email customer service for 120k visitors, be in charge of records management and compliance, run and help with some kick-ass events, manage 250+ volunteers, write the content for the websites, keep on top of social media, generally solve all the problems, run a booking system and deal with the myriad associated transfers/problems/date changes for 10k visitors a year, plus the million and one other things I get called upon to do that I can't remember right now, yeah, that would be tricky.


Budgeting. Go me: I saved up a deposit and bought my own house, all whilst earning less than the national average. I budget like a champ. Separate accounts for car spending and presents shopping and everything. I like to know where my money goes.

Being on my own. I live on my own, I quite often go on holiday on my own and I see absolutely nothing scary about taking myself out for a cinema date and meal. Love it. Work makes me be a lot more extroverted than I'm naturally inclined to be, so I truly relish time by myself. Company is all well and good but there's nothing nicer than pottering around by yourself. Solitary bliss.


Sleeping. Like an actual log. Face down in the pillows, looking like a dead person. Very little wakes me up. I have awesome dreams and the handy knack of being able to wake up, go back to sleep and pick up where I left off with the dream. It's great fun.

Decorating. I did have to delegate ceiling-painting to my dad, purely because I'm too short to do it comfortably, but almost all of the rest of my house was done by me and Mum. If there's a vertical surface, I either painted or wallpapered it (hey, I even peeled 47 layers of disgusting wallpaper off it first). I'm handy with sandpaper and a tube of Polyfilla. I can hang pictures. I can finangle carpet and lino cut-offs to fit inside cupboards (woo Stanley knife). I am shit-hot at putting together Ikea furniture. I own a toolkit. I am woman, hear me roar.

A Wedding

Monday, 1 June 2015

I'm still merrily attempting to catch up on all the stuff I haven't blogged about recently. Here's something fun that happened: my Dad got married!

This is how me, bro and sister in-law occupy ourselves when waiting for the ceremony to start.



T'was a lovely, relaxed sort of day, very much in the spirit of the happy couple who are health-food shop owners and practice all sorts of alternative therapies as well as being into Buddhism and chanting and suchlike (well Janet does the chanting, Dad tends to scoff at it!) . They're a right pair of hippies. As you can imagine, a huge white wedding with a million guests isn't really their sort of thing.

They had a lovely ceremony in the local registry office with an intimate bunch of family and friends and then off we all trouped for an absolutely amazing meal at a local Nepalese restaurant. I think all the guests ate their own bodyweight in curry. I certainly did.



Check out Janet's headdress! She was a bit worried everyone would think it was too wacky but I think we can all agree that it's brilliant, yes? Not in the slightest bit traditional but very her. Created by Tracy Caroline Lewis - her Facebook page is fab!




My outfit was the backup plan. I'd intended to make a dress and I did, but as you may have seen in the blog post about it, things didn't entirely go to plan and there was no way I was wearing it for the big day. So instead I plumped for this green number which I adore but have oddly only worn once or twice.




Dress - random seller on Amazon
Blazer - Warehouse via Oxfam
Bracelet - shame on me, I can't remember. H&M?
Frog heels - Irregular Choice

April in Orkney

Tuesday, 26 May 2015



On the principle that better late than never...

I went to Orkney in April.

Kinda goes without saying that it is an extremely long way away. So many hours in the back of the car. You have to drive to Scotland, then you have to drive all the way to the very top of Scotland, then you have to get on a boat and sail off the edge of the world. But holy shit is it worth it. Not only do you get to venture to John O'Groats (always cause for an amusing selfie)...


But if you're very lucky then a rainbow is there to greet you when you get off the ferry.


Coming from a family of complete and utter history nerds, this holiday was all about the prehistoric remains. Orkney is rather well-off in this respect. There's a stone circle or a neolithic village or standing stone or burial cairn around pretty much every corner. You might think I'm joking but I'm really not. We were talking to someone from Historic Scotland about what would happen if Skara Brae fell into the sea and she said (with no hint of exaggeration) "Oh we'd just dig up a farmer's field and find another one." They have a lot of history up there.

Right round the corner from our holiday apartment were the Stones of Stenness.


Not gonna lie, this recreation of it was my absolute favourite thing in Orkney Museum. I honk every time I look at it.


Just across the causeway from the Stones is...more stones! The Ring of Brodgar to be exact.




You don't really want to get me started on why I think Stonehenge is a bit crap. Honestly people, if you're down that way then go to Avebury instead. A stone circle with a village and a PUB in it. The Ring of Brodgar is better than both of them though, plus as with most things in Orkney, you basically have it to yourself. No other irritating tourists around.

Everywhere you go is blissfully empty and incredibly beautiful.


(This is Maeshowe. Might be a World Heritage Site but shhhh, don't tell anyone. It was a bit dull. Fun Viking graffiti though.)

There are random ancient burial tombs everywhere and you can just let yourself in. Then you can climb into side tombs and poke around and it's awesome.



Some of them are a tad more difficult to get to (hello Cuween!) and you literally have to crawl inside on your hands and knees in the mud but I am an intrepid soul so in I went.


And even when you get lost trying to find one, the views from the hills are quite good as consolation.


Skara Brae is, as we expected, fascinating and breathtaking. Lifetime ambition to visit it: completed! Alas it's not that easy to take an interesting photo of. Soz.



I was also a big fan of the Brough of Gurness. Yes, we did nearly get blown into the sea but a) Shetland ponies:


and b) it reminded me somewhat of Labyrinth. A ruined, windswept, small version of the Goblin City.



Birsay was also rather fab. We found out tide times, strode boldly across the causeway and then sunbathed on the mossy ruins of a Viking house.



And just to finish, because I'm aware this is turning into a flipping essay loudly singing the praises of Orkney, here are some random photos:

Sorry, how much?

Stromness is beautiful.

View from our kitchen window.


Still kinda gutted I didn't buy this.

Couldn't resist.

In summary: GO TO ORKNEY.  It is the windiest place I've ever been in my life and I spent most of the week looking like Cousin It but it's magical. I may have spent half of this post calling things beautiful but I haven't done justice to even a tiny part of it. All these photos were taken with an iPhone camera and I haven't messed around with them at all. No filters: it really is that stunning.