Hello ghd Eclipse


I remember one birthday in particular, one that sticks out from all the rest (besides my nineth birthday in hospital, and then my eighteenth which, we don't tend to talk about. Let's just say that it involved some throwing up in my parent's front garden...). Anyway, this birthday that I remember so well, in fact, changed me forever was my fifteenth birthday. 
My parents bought me my first pair of straighteners. 
And from that day forward, I didn't have to look like Tina Turner no more. Nope, I was about to tame the mane. And I never looked back. Ever.

Fast forward eleven years (yikes - really?!) where I rely on those heated beauties like no other. After a few years with my first brand, Remington, I upgraded myself to the GHD's, because well, sadly, the others just weren't cutting it anymore.
The straight wasn't straight enough.
And you know how it is.. I've got frizz.
Lots of it too!
So yeah, it took a lot of time. A lot of effort.
I bought my first pair of GHD's in my local hairdressers when I was seventeen - and hands down, I had them until last month. YEP that's right.. Nearly ten years.
Now that's a lot of good there.
I guess I was waiting for the day that they'd crumble and decide enough was enough, but nope, they kept me going. And to be honest, they STILL are! I'd spend mornings worrying that two days before payday, they'd probably, and I always knew that I'd replace them right away - without a doubt.
Luckily I didn't have to though.
They're now happily tucked away in my bottom drawer - because y'know, I'm way to attached.
Some things have just been with you for so long. So many memories.
So much taming has been done. All thanks to them.

BUT saying that, I am always welcome to change (hey, life is changing everyday!), and the day that these ghd styler* landed on my doorstop (well, actually the post office - but you get my drift), I knew that a perfect new relationship was about to form.
Little did the Eclipse know of the hard work they were in for...
And oh did they not disappoint.
They are just, so sleek. Like incredibly soft. And they move down my hair like silk.
They make me think my hair is SILKY.
And luxurious.
And greet me with a little beeple (beep doesn't sound so exciting. It definitely beeples) when turned on. I think it's genuinely love. From some heated plates.
Plus they're white - need I really say anymore?
I enjoy our special moments together every morning, occasional evenings, and even hair wash night doesn't seem so dull with these around anymore.
I guess what I'm trying to say, is that these are the straighteners that dreams are made of. They straighten my hair, they curl my hair.. and I'm fairly sure they can do a whole lot more than that.
But you know me. I'm still trying to get over the Tina Turner days.
So two hairstyles are just fine for me right now.

Five Happy Things


Little Winter used to be a place of appreciating the smallest things in life, and bringing out the beauty of everyday things, for others to see. After my last post felt a little sad (it was honest, real life. But also THANKYOU!), I wanted to write this post, for two reasons:
To cheer Little Winter back up
And to make me remember those small things in life that we sometimes forget.
Inspired by the beautiful Victoria (she really is awesome!) and with the last week being a whirlwind full of romantic weddings, laughter, tears, dancing, drinking, and a day sat in my pants, I'm giving love and appreciation to five things that made me smile.

Runkle. I always have a lot of love for cats, but Runkybum in the last few weeks has been such a little prince. He always seems to be there at the right time (actually he always seems to be there at everytime...!) And I really don't mind when he flops on my face at 2am, making me move to one side of the bed so he can snuggle on in with me.

Fresh Flowers. It's no secret that I bought flowers once a week, and with moving into a new place, I've had a flurry of flowers and plants. This week was the first week I hadn't freshened up the house, but when I got home from a weekend away, my mama had put some fresh daffodils in a bottle on my windowsill. Mama is a sweet one.

Reading. I have a handful of books and it was always enough. I get easily distracted by everything else, so find reading a book only possible when I'm on holiday somewhere. This week I've made it my mission to open the pages of 'The Wrong Knickers' and find the warmest and cosiest spot on my snuggle to get lost into the words.

Lighter Evenings. There are times when I enjoy nothing more than coming home and closing the curtains and turning the heating on. But right now, I love arriving home and seeing the sun shining into my living room until 8pm with my evenings feeling longer. And the perfect excuse for drinking a fruity cider!

A Busy Diary. I like being busy. When I'm busy I think I want to slow down, but actually, I just like being busy. My diary has been full for the past two months, and I'm trying to fill up my weekends with friends and family all over the country. I like having things to look forward too, and faces to catch up with is the best kind of medicine!

Tell me. What things made you happy this week?

Life Lately


It seems I've managed to go a few weeks, where I've let Little Winter slip by. And honestly? I haven't even felt guilty about it..
It's not that I don't want to write on here, it's just that I don't know what to write.
I feel empty, yet as though I'm a completely different person to who I was this time last year. I'm learning so much about myself, and the world and I'm even figuring out how to build furniture. To some that may be nothing.
To me, that's an achievement. One that I should probably write on my CV.
Even if it means leaving out the part that I messed up.

I'm not going to sit here and say things are great, but I'm also not going to sit here and say things have been awful. They've just been, in a sense... Strange. Very very strange. My friends have been absolutely incredible, and it's times like these that you sit back and remember why they're your friends.
The fact that they'll sit up texting me till silly o'clock when I'm feeling lonely.
That they're always trying to find a way to make me laugh.
How they don't mind when I cry, sit in my pants and question everything. And they sit beside me, and listen.
How they'll never judge. Instead share their experiences in a warming way.
That they make me make plans with them.
And that, they're just there. Like all the time. And I'm really grateful for that. They're good eggs, actually the best eggs that you'd get in an egg box.
Maybe I could marry them instead?
My family have also been supportive, offering to help me move furniture, teach me how to put up shelves, and checking in for coffee. It's sweet. It's weird. It's hard. And I didn't realise you could feel all the emotions at the same time. All at once.
But you can. And I was told that it's OK to feel all of them.
At the same time.
It's normal.

There are days when I feel independent, when I feel like I can do whatever I want, whenever I want. I tell myself that maybe I could book that holiday somewhere on my own, because that would be an awesome thing to do. I tell myself that I'm not such a bad person, and that I've got this. I force myself to do things I wouldn't normally. I remind myself that my new place is nice, it's fresh and cosy, and it's me. And I tell myself that I'll be alright.
I will.
But there are also days when I feel like the world is coming down on me. I feel like the simple things of someone playing with your hair in bed are the most important ones in life. I remind myself of what life was like two years ago, and what I had, could have had. I think about if I'll ever feel truly happy again. I worry about somebody else seeing my naked body. And I question why the hell I'm still sitting in my pants at 3pm on a Sunday afternoon and wonder how my future is going to pan out.
Those are the days I don't like.
Those are the days that I want to curl up in bed with my little prince, and wake up to something better. To not feel these mixed emotions. All rolled into one.
And to only feel excited for the future.
To feel challenged and ready for whats ahead of me.
To want to be stepping into the unknown.
Because that's what I want to feel.
Not this.
This, heartbreak.
But I guess this is what comes with heartbreak. And yes, I am hurting too. People forget that I am hurting just as much as the other person. But I am.
I hurt too when I'm deleted off Facebook which I hope is to help the other person. I hurt when I'm asking myself if I'm such a bitch and a horrible person for all of this.
I hurt too when I want to find out if the other person is OK, but know I shouldn't.
I hurt too. And I'm allowed to hurt. I am. I must be.
And it sucks. It's hard.

But it's also life. And I'm only human. But I know I'll get there. Even if my proudest moment some days are just stepping outside my front door.
I know I can do this. I have to do this.
Because there's a whole world out there waiting to be seen.

Just, maybe not today.