This is Me

This is Me

This is Katy Mitten in January (if a little on the tipsy side).

Katy Mitten is feeling pretty content right now, because she changed her attitude and outlook on life. Katy Mitten stopped worrying so much, she stopped putting so much pressure on herself on what she could and couldn't do and decided that you cannot simply please everyone.
She started to wear fitted dresses, and things that made her feel good, to boost the body that she was given, and she grew her nails and wore lipstick every day, because she could. She had her annual hair cut, and accepted that she was her and took her independence and kindness in her stride - accepting that these things, can be an attractive trait.
Katy Mitten said yes to everything, not from guilt, but because she wanted to and Katy Mitten filled up her diary leaving herself little time to just be. But she enjoyed this, she liked being around people who liked being around her. And Katy Mitten liked making people laugh, and buying her friends presents and flowers and just being a friend like she should. She liked drinking tea in bed with them and asking how their day had been.
And she started doing things for herself, what she wanted to do, because she knew that her own life was about her, and what she wanted from it. And by taking a step back in certain aspects of life, brought good things her way.

Katy Mitten liked this January already.

She also likes drinking wine in the week, accompanied with the soft sounds of Angus & Julia Stone, Oh Wonder and Damien Rice playing through the speakers whilst curling up on the sofa and getting lost in thought with Runkle.
Katy Mitten likes doing all of these things because they make her happy, and they make her realise that those things, the simple things that make her happy, are whats important.
They're what matter.
Doing what she simply enjoys, what gives her warmth in her heart and a friendly smile on her face.

Because that's what life should be like.

"The best things in life are not things."
Little Things

Little Things

Runkle has decided that since it's just me and him, he quite likes this set up. Because it means that he gets to decide where he spends the night on the bed. And you can bet your bottom dollar that he finds the middle of the bed the comfiest and most normally the opposite way to this. But as long as he's comfy, then I'll just squeeze in round the side....
Spending an afternoon around Rutland Water with the sun beaming down almost made me forget that it was January, until the cold air settled in at 3pm which brought me back to the start of the year. There is something so peaceful about listening to the sound of water gently hitting against the rocks, and one that I've become fond of in the last year. I like this peaceful time.
Weekend breakfasts are my absolute favourite, and even better when they're cooked by someone else. Considering me and avocado's are pretty close pals, I've never tried it on toast until this weekend. I can confirm that I am even more converted, making avocado and me basically best pals now. Accompanied with Ex On The Beach and endless cups of tea is how you should spend Sunday morning.
I've been a little slack on blogging, emailing and updating social media because January has full on taken over and although I've missed catching up on life with the people I've never met on the internet, but feel stupidly close too, it's been such a nice break to upload as and when I can, all whilst enjoying the hustle and bustle. And February's set to be even more chaos...
Just because I couldn't not include this photo. I mean, that face. It wins me over every single time.
The truth about living alone

The truth about living alone

When I used to dance around my bedroom to Destiny's Child and their Independent Woman single, I never really knew the concept of it, and instead just sang, shaking my thing as I did so. What even was an independent woman, I used to ask? Probably something I never thought I'd be... not the girl who never said boo to a goose, confronted friends, or stood up for what I believed was right or even knew how to work a washing machine and storage heater.
And even though now I still wouldn't say boo to a goose, stand up for myself and my thoughts, I suppose now, that is me.
A woman, who lives on her own. Who does her own washing and cleaning (I went to write ironing but there's no point lying here..), and knows that dinner won't be ready cooked upon arriving home. And who buys herself what she wants, when she wants. And does what she wants, when and wherever she wants (within reason of course).
I am an independent woman.

And it's all well and good clicking my fingers as I proudly try to persuade people that I'm sassy and totally a free spirit (I know, I'm still working on it) and inform people that YES, I do walk around the house naked, and yes, sometimes I will have ice cream for dinner. Oh and my fridge? I can fill it with just wine one week if I want to, because I can.
But sometimes, just sometimes living alone isn't all what it's cracked up to be. And you see things in a completely different light...

So here's the truth, about living alone:

The freedom of heading to the supermarket and stocking up your trolley, as you pile in this and that and OOH offers, and decide that actually you want to have lots of chocolate in the fridge, just because. And that wine deal is fantastic, so let's pick up five of those to have in the cupboards.
Until you get home. And realise that nobody is there to help you carry the bags up the mountain like flight of stairs..

Being the only one to take the bins out. Never, fun.

When you decide that eating pesto pasta for two weeks is totally fine, because you have a new dress that needs buying for a night out.

Setting your own rules. "Use the kitchen roll to dry things, it's cleaner. And yes it is expensive, you don't need to remind me. But it's in my budget".

Having to budget for everything. Like everything.

Feeling like an absolute hero when you have to decide for yourself to ignore the spider that is crawling on the ceiling near you. He will disappear, he will. Just stay calm at all times.

When you get the sudden urge for cheese at midnight, and know nobody will tell you otherwise to stay indoors. And so you go. Because you can. But that's only if you're stupid enough to never have cheese in your fridge at all times.....

Automatically telling yourself that someone is going to murder you in your sleep when you hear the faintest of sounds.

Washing your clothes has become such a tricky task. Because there's never quite enough to fill up a load for a dark wash, a white wash or a towel wash, and it's important to keep water levels down. But, those knickers, the nice knickers... I need them, actually, want them. I'll just buy some more instead...

And don't get me started on washing gel and conditioner. WHICH IS WHICH? And why are they jumbled together to confuse people?!

Having an overworked brain 24/7 because there's no-one to vent about work too, or how so and so said this to so and so. Instead, we talk, we talk to the cat.

Being able to dance down the hallway, butt naked and think - actually know, that in the moment, you could give Beyonce a run for her money.

Finding something absolutely hilarious, but having no-one to laugh with and then deciding whether it's a really in-joke, or if you almost look a little bit like a loser now.

When things start to go wrong. The fuse blows, or a lightbulb stops working. And you try your hardest to get by without it. Because, independence first. But, oh but, I really should get that lightbulb changed. *Phones dad*

Wanting sleepovers with friends. ALL THE TIME.

There is always wine in the fridge. Lots of half drank bottles too.

Nobody will judge you for what you do behind closed doors. So if you want to cry because you've ran out of ice cream, or want to sing so loudly to a song that your friends would frown up, or if you even want to cook dinner in the nude, then hell, YOU can. And nobody will look at you in any perculiar way.
Except the cat. But that's a different story...

Oh, and having said cat as your housemate? Yeah, that's the best bit of all!

"Sometimes, you just need a break. In a beautiful place.
 Alone. To figure everything out."