Packing Up and Moving On

For those of you who don’t know me personally, I’ll give you a little bit of context which is essentially that I am moving house at the end of this month. Anyone who would recognise my face on the street probably already knows this as I may have mentioned it once or twice 🙂

Anyhow, as a precursor to moving, I have rather a lot of packing to do; a whole house and 2.5 years worth of packing to do if you want to be specific about it. Packing is one of those things which as a whole is a pretty dull task but actually, as you are doing it, it can be like a form of therapy. You look through things you’d forgotten were there and remember how you came to have them and what they meant to you at the time. Some of those things you decide to keep so you can relive that memory again and again and some you decide to say goodbye to as the significance of the memory has somewhat faded over the course of time. This is the process I am going through at the moment. I’m incredibly excited to be moving in with a friend and the flat we’ve chosen is lovely but even the walls of the house I live in now will be hard to say goodbye to.

You see my current house is the house where everything fell apart so spectacularly. It’s the place where I had to dig deep and find a strength I never knew I had so that I could rebuild my life in a way that actually worked for me. It’s also a place where I’ve been happy, honestly happy and without relying on anyone else for that happiness. I feel like the house has witnessed and supported me through a transition that I had no idea I was going to make when I moved in. It’s been my comforting shell, my safe place and also a sign to me of my independence. I chose to stay in this house, I chose the furniture that’s in it and I’ve chosen the people that have been allowed through its doors.

When I moved in I was pretty much walking along a tightrope of sanity, literally one little wobble and I was over the edge and completely floored. I didn’t really realise it at the time though, it was how I’d been for most of my life and I hadn’t noticed the tightrope getting thinner and thinner. I’m pretty sure it had started as a full on bridge but each fall had chipped away at it and the falls had been getting more and more painful. I was waiting for the day when someone would come along and fix everything, tell me that things would be ok and take control of my life for me. It was only during my time in this house that I had the realisation that I could re-build my tightrope each time I climbed back up and now it’s a huge platform, I haven’t even found the edge yet because it’s that big. Seriously, massive! I can lose my footing any number of times and still not fall. 

So now I’m clearing out my house and it’s reminding me of how I was when I moved in and how much more content I am now. To leave feels a bit strange and a tiny bit of me worries about finding the edge of my huge platform, but the majority of me is looking forward to finding the edge so I can look over without fear. Thank you house, you’ve been truly awesome and I hope the next people to live here appreciate just how comforting your bricks and mortar are. It’s time for me to move on up now but I’ll be sure to stop by and check they’re treating you right every now and then x

Beating the Loneliness

Inject Some ColourDo you ever have days when you just feel “meh”? Sort of lonely, tired, worn down and just a bit like you’re all alone in the world despite knowing you have loads of lovely people around you. It’s horrible and what I hate about it most is the way it just creeps up on me from nowhere, really and truly like I’ve just got out of bed on the wrong side…except I always get out on the same side so I’m not 100% sold on that being the cause 😉

I spend the day feeling like there’s some kind of barrier between me and the rest of the world and by the time the evening comes round I tend to curl up on the sofa and hide away in front of rubbish TV. But that’s not how it always works so tonight, as I was sat there feeling bored, lonely and a bit useless, I wondered how it was that previously I’ve been able to break myself out of this mood. Then I remembered…blogging! At the time in my life when I felt lowest, I blogged a lot and read a lot of blogs so I’ve hopped online and done the same thing tonight. Blogging tends to fall off my radar when I’m really busy, which is stupid because it’s when I actually have the most interesting things to talk about and it means that I really feel the gap when the busy-ness hits a trough.

For me, blogs hold a special kind of magnetism, I can read about anything I want and engage with people whenever I want without feeling like I’m in the way. There are also those very special blogs which really give you a glimpse into other people’s lives, exactly as they live them. It’s like peeking through a window or looking over the fence and watching all of the other life options you have. I can make decisions about things I’d like to do or try just by picking up my laptop and consuming the lives of others. It’s not boring like watching TV is boring because it’s real and in real-time so you can feel a connection with the other world and believe that it’s attainable if you want it.

A lot of the time I think technology is to blame for the breakdown of our society but actually, what it’s done is reshape our society. I may not know my next door neighbour but I can talk to somebody who lives half a world away who shares an interest or hobby with me. I’m not alone, I never will be but just like I’d have to make the effort to pick up the phone or walk round to a friend’s, I have to make the effort to keep in touch with the people feeding me their blog-lives. So here I am, step one, remembering to feed the people who are relying on my blog life to quash their feelings of “meh”. x

Review: Luisa Omielan – “What Would Beyonce Do?”

Last night I did something I absolutely LOVE doing and it was all in the name of a friend’s birthday, I am one lucky girl! What that thing was, was head on down to the Soho Theatre to watch Luisa Omielan’s “What Would Beyonce Do?” It was so bloody good that I’m writing about it now!

As we walked in to take our seats at the *SOLD OUT* performance, Luisa was already on stage, getting her groove on and warming up the audience. It was refreshing to see somebody who was genuine, happy to be there and who looked completely at ease in her environment. I had no idea what to expect from a show with such an unusual name and I deliberately hadn’t looked anything up prior to going as I prefer to be surprised.

As you can imagine, Beyonce lyrics are scattered throughout the show and provide what is actually a really strong structure – I thought so anyway, but then I am the target audience of a single female, nearly 30 who has taken leave of her braincells where men are concerned on one or more occasions!

What I hadn’t expected was how close to home some of the threads would be, I’ve never seen a comedian tackle real-life issues with genuine emotion and then bring everyone back to laughter so effectively. There was no feeling that she was taking the mick out of serious problems because she was talking from experience. What Luisa did so well was bring to light all of the selfish and funny behaviours we all exhibit when we’re faced with challenges. We weren’t laughing at the subject matter, we laughing at our recognition of how we, ourselves have behaved in similar situations. In my opinion, there’s nothing better than someone who can make you laugh at yourself!

I don’t want to say too much more about this show because I want you all to book tickets and go and see it (Link to her website below). All I’ll say is it’s really energetic, it whizzes by in a flash, I could relate to far more of it than I’d usually like to admit and if you recognise this sentiment…go!

Man: “I love ya, but no. I’m not ready for a relationship. Why are you crying? I think I’ve made myself perfectly clear. I love ya, you’re great, but no.”

x

P.S. – Also go if you are looking for a relationSHIP – you’ll get what I mean when you’re there 🙂

http://www.iloveluisa.com/

Review: Clinique Chubby Stick, 15 Pudgy Peony

Clinique Chubby Stick, 15 Pudgy Peony

Clinique Chubby Stick, 15 Pudgy Peony

Hello and Happy New Year to you all!

I thought I’d start the year as I mean to go on…focusing on beauty! Obviously I’ve been aware of the Clinique Chubby Sticks for quite some time as they’re not really a new product but I’ve not used them before as I’m not that big into lip colour. However, my sister gave me a set of 3 as one of my Christmas presents and I know that she’s used them before so I thought I should give it a go in case I was missing a trick. I was!

Chubby FaceThe first colour I’ve tried is this Pudgy Peony shade which is a purple-pink colour. Normally I’d go for a more orange-based shade but this is fantastic; the bluey tone makes my teeth look whiter and the colour is striking without being over the top. It doesn’t even clash with the red bits in my hair! I’ve inserted a small picture of me with it on so you can see it in action but please forgive my podgy face and lazy, work hair.

It’s really easy to apply, just like a big crayon and because it’s a balm, it slides on and doesn’t have any of that sticky or dry feeling that some lip colours have. I’ve found that the first layer comes off easily when drinking, etc. but after a couple of coats it has really good staying power for something that you can’t even feel on your lips. It’s also super easy to re-apply because it’s so glossy; you can glide it on to the middle of your lips and then smudge it around properly using what I call the “gurning” technique – rubbing your lips together.

I’ve just Googled the price and it seems these are £17.00 each which is not cheap but if you love your balms and you love colour, they’re a great hybrid. Also look out for them at Bonus Time as I’ve seen them in the free gift packs before. If you’ve got one and you haven’t used it yet, crack it open and start loving your pout! Have a fab weekend everyone 🙂 x