Tuesday, 25 March 2014
Sunday, 23 March 2014
Thursday, 20 March 2014
I often find myself telling people (or myself...yes, I do have conversations with the mirror) that I'm a 'perfectionist', ie. I strive for perfection.
On browsing the Daily Mail yesterday and learning of Neil Trotter, a (probably former) car mechanic and the latest £108 million Euromillions lottery winner, my first thought was "wow, what a lucky guy. He's sorted for life!" Obviously, I immediately linked his new found wealth to a simultaneous inheritance of 'The Perfect Life'. But I can almost guarantee that his life isn't perfect. Money can't buy perfection.
Personally, I find myself constantly striving to be thinner, more toned, healthier. And of course this means that when I slip up (everyone has their bad days), then I class myself a 'failure'. I’m slowly but surely realising that I need to give myself a break. I think everyone in society today is guilty of being beating themselves up in their search for perfection. We are our own worst enemy. It is no bad thing to have goals and ambitions...but if it's one thing I urge, it's that we need to stop being so harsh on ourselves!
Every single person has their flaws and imperfections. It's how we choose to deal with them that makes us grow/ helps us to be a better person.
So take my advice. Stop striving for perfection and live and enjoy each day as it comes.
Salvador Dali had some pretty good advice too - "Have no fear of perfection- you'll never reach it".
Strive for progress, not perfection.
Aaaaand finally, when life gives you lemons, squeeze the **** outta them and make pints of lemonade!
This post got deeper than I first expected but I hope a few of you can relate!
Tuesday, 18 March 2014
Jewels, jewels and more jewels...so much gold! Jack Sparrow would be in his element.
Knuckledusters turn fashionable!
I actually really liked this little gold clutch, but knowing me, thought it best to leave it as I could do some considerable damage with this on a night out!! (Accidental damage, of course).
Flowers + pastels + statement necklaces. What's not to love?
When I have baby Nish's, I am definitely purchasing some of these little booties for them. How adorable are they? I want them all!
Unfortunately, they didn't have my size, but if they did, I can definitely see myself rocking the Winnie the Pooh pair (in the bottom left corner).
I was eyeing up this dress a few months back in Topshop...I particularly loved the fuchsia one (just like below) but couldn't justify the price. This replica was considerably cheaper and almost identical!
These jumpers are also just like Topshop's range of cropped pastel jumpers, so if you can't afford the High Street beauties, then Portobello is the place to go mofos.
Pretty pearl earrings for £3 a pair...apparently you can tell a pearl is real if it feels rough when you rub it against another hard object. Fact.
Also, pearls don't come from oysters (I thought they did up until Sunday). Fact two.
There ya go, you learn something(s) new every day!
My babes are everywhere...
Note the yellow rubber ducky just minding his own business on the side...
OUCH! Poor ducky goes splat...
We also came across INCENSE...and I became obsessed with the 'Gingerbread' stick. It literally smelt of...well, gingerbread, and I wanted to eat it. I never thought I'd say this, but after inhaling the sweet smells at the stall for 15 minutes straight, I probably would eat Gingy the Gingerbread Man from Shrek. To all Gingy/Shrek fans, I'm sorry okay!
We found this 'local' market man casually busting some moves...
Ags couldn't miss a photo opportunity with the multifunctional watering can/plant pot.
Working the pastels!