We went: Ibiza

Tuesday, 2 September 2014

A few weeks ago, we packed our bags and headed for a week of sun, pool and sleep (I didn't say sea and sand because, well, we're not beach people!). It had been an incredibly busy few months and we couldn't wait to get our swimwear on and lounge about doing pretty much nothing. Although we were in the fairly commercial town San Antonio, we managed to keep ourselves away from awesome dancers and fish bowls and instead made the most of the heat and each others companies (and find time for some watermelon daquiris!) It was bliss.

Mornings were spent tucking into some fruit compote covered pancakes and eggs Benedict at one of the tastiest restaurants on our road with an ice cold coffee to kick start our day. An amble along the bay and a dip (for Little B, not me) in the sea was the perfect way to cool down and enjoy life in Ibiza.

Afternoons would consist of napping. Lots of it too! Resting up by the pool hotel with a good book and bottles of water and only taking time off to enjoy a quick splash in the pool (or a laze on the lilo). The hours would soon whittle away with a little doze on the sunbed thrown in for good measure.

Most evenings we would dress up and head out for dinner, but the nicest evening was the one with a takeaway pizza, two cans of cider and the most beautiful sunset ever seen, on the beach. We sat for hours tucking into the stone baked pizza, washing it down with fruit cider and discussing all things life. These are the best kind of evenings.

We stayed: In the cattery

Friday, 29 August 2014
As told by Little R...

They sent me to this place. This place full of noisy cats and small spaces. My people, they know that I like plenty of space - I like to go where ever I want, because I get my own way you see. Not this time though.
I remember seeing the suitcases but because they're always farting about places I really didn't think too much of it. As long as I got my food and the back door left open, life was good. And then one morning I was woken up (I'm fairly certain I was still asleep) and put into my cat basket (why do they do this? I do NOT want to go in.. can't they take a hint?) and taken to that place. The Cattery. It was all new to me, as normally they get some blonde lady over to keep an eye on me (yeah, I love waking her up and showing her who's boss around here!) but for what seemed like forever I spent my time being miserable. I did nothing there and only came out to eat when nobody was around. I didn't want cuddles or fuss. I wanted my blanket and garden. The other cats around me looked like they enjoyed themselves.. I can't understand why. But I kept myself to myself and thought this what how life was to be.
About ten hundred days later (it was actually only five!) I heard a noise. It was the people, with my people. They had come to rescue me. And take me back to my favourite things. Luckily they had some money to pay for me to get out (word on the street is that Argos Cat Insurance include cover for  Cattery fees) and finally, I was free.. Well, after I was forced into that basket again!
Since then, life has been better. I don't take my people for granted anymore, and now I'm so scared that they'll go again, that I even follow them to the toilet and the local shop. But apparently, that's because I'm weird. My neighbour Charlie, he doesn't do that. He quite likes that place. I'm really not sure why.
But life is definitely good again and I can go back to my normal day.

*Post in collaboration with Argos

We wore: Tassel Boots

Tuesday, 26 August 2014

 H&M Dress | New Look Jacket | Ash Boots | Olivia Burton Watch | LYDC Bag

Many a times I will find myself reaching for the same item of clothing (funnily enough, I'm not actually talking about my leather jacket and black boots.. Uh huh, I know I wear these a million!) and spend hours fretting that I just have nothing to wear (which is also funny considering I have a whole room dedicated to clothes!).
I always tell myself that I must become more adventurous whilst I whittle away lunch breaks pinning super stylish ladies on Pinterest. What is their secret to always looking effortlessly cool? I can only pull this off in comfortable attire of sweatpants (I like to think I look effortless, which I do. But also probably trashy. Win some, lose some!). So today I dug out this dress, because I like it and it makes me feel a little cool.. And then I put it with my jacket and instantly remember how predictable I am.
But alas, today I felt like a cool kid, a cool kid that shops at Urban Outfitters and such. Talking of UO - my dear friend Jazzpad has this awesome competition for those Midlands folk like me (yes this is my subtle entry of what I'd wear - everybody likes a bit of bum showing sometimes!), who can win a ticket to the opening event of UO in Leicester - pretty cool huh? There's also access to the stylist team, and by the way my predictable attire is going.. I could probably do with a few tips! Fashion - it's a funny ole thing isn't it?

We liked: Being home

Monday, 25 August 2014

Little R got his first taste of the cattery whilst we were away on holiday. He really told us about his time there, but we get the impression he was miserable. A miserable little button. Yet considering this, he has not left our side one bit since we've been back... He'll pop out into the garden and within minutes head back inside to check we're still there. That's cool though - I don't mind. But I do mind waking up to this view on Sundays...

Being away means for unopened emails. And you know what? It's pretty great. What's not so great, is coming back and having to sit down and tackle through them. It's taken some forcing, but today we both grabbed some popcorn, a cold drink and sat down with the mindset that we CAN totally do this. We got halfway before working our way to the sofa to catch up on TV. The rubbish TV shows kind.

Birthday celebrations call for birthday flowers. Always! And with it being a close friend of mine's, I had in mind that I really really wanted to make my own bouquet. Sadly with no flowers growing in the garden, I headed to the local shops and picked up four different bunches including flowers I wanted, took them home and put together my own arrangement. And you know what? I'm pretty darn chuffed with this. AND I got to keep a vase myself!

As much as I'm not into showing much skin, I did struggle adapting from a bikini to pretty much Winter clothing. Like ooh golly it's pretty cold huh? I however, am NOT and refuse to wear tights until October. So for now it's the midi's and jeans. Oh and the boots are back out. Yep... We refound our love for those trusty shoes of ours. Although with Winter looming, surely this means for new boots?