H&M Dress | TOMS Wedges* | Olivia Burton Watch

Well I already declared Summer when I put those tights to the back of the drawer, so I most definitely embraced it last weekend when these shoes arrived on our doorstep just as the sun began to shine - I'm sure it was a sign, I tell you, it so was. And when there's a new dress involved that MUST be worn, it all kinda just fell into place!
This dress that is gracing my un-Summery body was an absolute bargain and a love match meant to be when I slipped it on and realised that spending £5 on a dress (YES, FIVEPOUNDS!!) you want to wear forever more, is the best feeling ever. Like seriously on top of the moon.. Oh, and the bank even approved for once. Winner.

This weekend we finally accepted that our dream kitchen won't happen over night (especially if I keep buying shoes...) so instead we decided to take it under our wing, and love it the way it is for now. We put up some shelves and filled it with jars and pathetic little things. Because they're the best kind for a shelf.

This is quite possibly the best jar in the household at the moment. I'm not too sure how long it'll last, but for now I'm going to enjoy it every single day. And once it's finished, I shall refill it back up again and do exactly the same! And did you realise how difficult it is to write in chalk on a chalk sticker? No? Just me then..

We had a few days together towards the end of the week, which I guess you could say was in preparation for next weekend when Little B moves to the big new job and our evenings together forever more begin. We've also made a new pact to be more spontaneous from now on and so far it's going good!

On Friday we headed to Birmingham for an intense day of shopping then finished it up staying at my cousins house and enjoying a double dinner date at the most delicious Indian restaurant ever. Like seriously ever (they did good on the garlic!). The night was full of laughter and a few too many drinks...

Yesterday I caved and I bought some new jeans. Like some new DENIM jeans, that aren't black! I still debated taking them back this morning, but I persisted and I wore them. And I still can't tell if I like them. But this has no relevance to this picture, because I still wore my black jeans later on today....

With our new pact to become more spontaneous, we started small and on Thursday evening after pottering all day, we decided to walk to the local pub for a few drinks together. And because we were ridiculously lazy (and too busy putting up shelves!) we opted for a cheeky dinner and pudding there. It was yummy! And fun.

I'm not the best at keeping house plants alive, and it probably has something to do with the fact that I always forget to water them (at least I'm honest...) but when I saw this sweet little plant pot in a quaint little village, I couldn't resist. Actually Little B couldn't either, and even bought my cousin one as a gift too.

 These little furry feet have been full of life these last few days with little sleep. The poor tinker keeps falling off the bed in his sleep (I blame those slippy muddy paws!) and waking up for fun as soon as the sun shines through the window. I wouldn't have it any other way - I just wish he'd stop playing with my bras...!
Haircut by the ultra awesome Louise at Paul Watts Hairdressing

This weekend I had my hair cut and I really love it. Like hugely love it. Which is funny, because I didn't like the hairdressers before, and I never ever wanted short hair... Yet I did get short hair, and I also came out of the hairdressers with the biggest grin and bouncy do I've had in such a long time. And my fringe is slowly but finally getting a little longer even if it does feel like it's taking forever to grow. I feel like I now need to get out my 60's style clothes and go dancing. Because that's what fresh hair does to you. Makes you want to jive. And pout.
River Island Tee & Shorts | New Look Boots & Jacket | Primark Bag

I like stripe tops and I like shorts and I also love boots more than the average person, and whenever I wear them together I feel like I'm living the dream. And dressing like a boy - which is funny considering I never want to look like one (I'm sure most of you feel the same too..?!). The thing with these shorts (besides those beautiful pockets of theirs!) that makes me love them that little bit extra, is that my rear side still manages to stay hidden. I mean, seriously, nobody wants to see that - so River Island, I salute you, for making some shorts that are work appropriate. And sensible. Because sometimes sensible is what we need.

The weathers getting warmer (kinda) and those tights are firmly put to the back of the drawer so that these legs can get some colour. I'm still not quite able to put my boots aside - they're not called my trusty boots for nothing, although I do go a little crazy and stick to my slouchier pairs in the Summer. You know, living life so wild these days.. I think it's the stripe tees that do it to me. They've also made me realise how much I enjoy wearing jeans at the moment, like constantly putting them on in the morning. Maybe it's time I invest in another pair because one probably isn't quite cutting it anymore. OR I could just opt for some more sensible shorts. That's a sensible idea.

I've come to realise, more so lately, that I put myself down. A lot.
I know I do it, and others can see I do it, but somehow, somewhere that little man inside my head overrules the cool guys in my head, and tells me that certain achievements aren't worth writing home about, and that people aren't really that interested in you. It's a silly man to be fair, and writing this makes it sound even sillier with me wanting to evict this little man out of my head, but he's there. And I'm sure there's one in your minds too.
You see, I've always been insecure and I touched on it two years ago where I expressed my fear that by wearing my hair up I'd be mistaken for a boy. Admittedly since then, I don't do it regularly, but there are the occasional days in a month where I will head to the shops with a hair tie in. And with that one small step made a huge difference to the way I thought - actually people really don't care less about how my hair looks, and nobody even questions to ask if I know my own gender. I'm just another normal girl going about her life. But with finding out that my insecurities are secrets to others, came the constant debate of putting myself down.
I'm not talking a huge scale of bringing myself down, and I'm aware we all have our own flaws (and I deal with them in my own way), but there are days when I meet somebody new and I constantly worry what they think of me. Why should I even care? If they don't like me, then what's the big deal, I have other friends who like me? Or when I've been asked to do something with my blog and the reoccuring questions begin. But why did they pick me? I'm not even what they're looking for? Are people going to be meet me and feel disappointment? 
These thoughts I constantly think are actually pretty stupid when I read them back to myself, but I spend far too much time never appreciating praise which is a strange one considering I crave praise. All I ever wanted as a teenager was to be told by 'the popular girl' that I was alright, I was cool. All I ever wanted in past jobs was to be praised on the work I did, the help I gave them and the extra mile I went. All I ever wanted from boys was to be seen as the hot one, the beautiful one and the one they'd like to date. And although I get a ridiculous amount of love from my family, my friends and those closest to me, it's almost like it's not enough for me to believe that when they tell me I did good, that I really DID good. It's as though it won't digest in that brain of mine, (and I then doubt whether they actually mean it, or if they're just being nice!) - that I still could have done better. Or even somebody else has done it better.
I guess there's two ways of looking at it, because on one hand it could push me to do better, but on the other hand, sometimes all we need is to accept that maybe we did do alright, and maybe you are actually an alright person. Maybe those girls who read your blog and then meet you don't actually think you're a disappointment from what they read online, maybe some guys do actually think you're not bad looking, and maybe, just maybe you DID deserve that achievement because you worked hard for it.
And maybe, it's time to start taking your own advice that you give out so willingly to others, and tell yourself that - You know what, you're doing OK, some people will like you, some people won't but it's your life that you're in, you earn your hard work so you deserve it and putting yourself down will only make you eat more chocolate. And chocolate grows hips. You know that better than anyone.
The weekends are probably the only time I get to enjoy a proper breakfast and something that doesn't consist of soggy Weetabix in the car or a fruit bar. And there is no simple pleasure than taking a few fresh smelling pastries back up to bed for a lazy morning catching up on blogs, the sun shining through the window (on a rare occasion - today was one of those!) and wondering what the day ahead will bring. It's also the only time that I manage to drink some juice, with Orange and Mango being ultimate winner of the month.
Mmm.. Weekend mornings are fast becoming my favourite.

Oh hey there cheeky face trying to pinch my swirl.
Last month I did something that I've never done before, and headed to London (OK I've been to London many a times) for a pretty scary evening to say the least. So it wasn't exactly scary, ghost-like scary, more nervewracking if anything because if you're like me, you probably rope your most beloved into taking your outfit photos and the only audience you get is either your cat (or dog) or the birds in the trees. However, I popped that aside and braced myself for an evening with John Lewis for their Blogger Edit. And just to throw the towel in, the week I was selected was for Sports Luxe (all I can do is thank Pinterest at this moment for their utter inspiration boards to help me!) - and well in the words of my mum who couldn't have put it any better "What, YOU? You might look like Sporty Spice, but you certainly can't run like her! Do you have to wear a sports bra?".

I'm putting my hand up here, and declaring that I am ultra unfit, and not only did the thought of having my photograph taken by a photographer, wearing made up, and being pampered too scare me, but having to style a look that is completely out of my comfort zone made me a super nervous nelly right until I was standing on the blue backdrop. Actually, I'm still slightly quivering now..
The girls who worked for John Lewis were lovely and showered us with some fizz (not literally mind!), advice and helped us (definitely myself) relax a little and admitedlly after spending an hour in the company of their clothes, I came to learn that John Lewis isn't just about the beautiful homeware I thought it was. Infact they did some pretty awesome clothes. And Sports Luxe? It's definitely not all about what I imagined... It's cool, AND comfortable.

This is probably my favourite outfit of them all (so much so that it's now sitting nicely in my wardrobe!) and although I'm warming to trousers lately, this gave me that last push I needed to realise that my thighs don't look so bad. Of course I love a slouchy top, and I did opt for the bigger size, because when there's cupcakes to be eaten - food rules over tight fitting clothes anyday of the week for me.

I was drawn to this dress because of the collar (you know I love a good collar) and seeing the model wearing it loose made me itch to style this. Sadly my short legs didn't agree, but teamed with lovely Laura's belt and those oh so dreamy (and super comfortable!) shoes, proved to myself that Sports Luxe could still be sharp.

My third outfit was completely out of my comfort zone, but embracing the look I went for it (even if I had a dilema on how to hold a handbag?!) and decided that flat shoes are ultimate weekend winners. When the girls mentioned how natural I looked in this, a little warm glow came over me and at the time I was like YEAH I can rock this. Looking back? I think I'm best sticking to dresses!

I am actually incredibly grateful to John Lewis for opening my eyes to their clothes, and also a trend that I thought was impossible for a little twee girl like myself. Plus pushing myself to attend The Edit also meant I got to meet and hang out with some pretty awesome girls - Laura who is an absolute beaut and gave me utter style envy of THAT leopard dress, Sheree is hilarious and someone I most certainly want to hang at a party with, and of course Lucy who had such confidence and style behind the camera (making it look dead easy!). I guess there's worse ways to spend a Wednesday evening.. and missing that train didn't bother me one bit - I was on a high too much!

Ever Ours Dress | New Look Boots | Olivia Burton Watch

I don't like to be that gal who says it but you know what, I'm so going to.. This weather is just a bit delightful (at this present moment in time) and it definitely called for those legs to be out on full show, because I am officially so over tights. Like so over them that I've hidden them (although for once I remember where they're hidden!).
And with that obviously calls for some prancing about in the yellow fields, I mean seriously, how else would you want to spend your Saturday afternoon? It's always a toss up between afternoon tea with plenty of nice cake or attempting to be fit in the fields. I say attempting quite loosely, because as we've already established before, I am unfit and ridiculously struggle to get up the stairs without having to take a break before continuing my day.

But alas, I turned down that cake for once, and went for a small stroll enjoying the rare sneeze free moment whilst eyeing up those yellow fields. In nothing more than a pretty dress. And I can assure you that by the end of the walk, the dress became not only monochrome, but with hints of yellow too. I heard that pops of neon were in, and with DIY being in.. It seemed like a great idea at the time. Not so great when it's not your own dress though....

As told by Little Me
- Being without said chef boyfriend. Most of the time.
- Mentioning living with a chef to a pretty standard reply of "Oooh, you MUST get lots of lovely meals at home then." Nope. He works every night.
- Running commentary on the rare dinner dates out together.
- The remains of said chef boyfriends dinner the night before consisting of; 3x packets of crisps, 2x chocolate biscuits and the packet of cakes.
- Those lonely lonely nights apart. And seeing the cat more than said boyfriend.
- One very passionate and thorough said chef boyfriend. In more ways than one - think DIY quickly? Nope it needs to be thorough. And perfect.
- Sometimes (most times) very tired and sleepy on the famous one day off a week treat.
- Lack of comminucation for up to eight hours in a day - usually resolved with notes around the house with messages to pass on to each other.
- Impromptu shopping buys because Balsamic Vinegar and that new squeezy Condensed Milk is pretty important...
- Attending couple evenings alone, and being quizzed on the real status of said chef boyfriend. Who they've never met.
- Making the most of limited time together by always doing something different and appreciating it hugely.
- Content with simple pleasures including chilled nights in with a good takeaway.
Sundays are made for the nicest breakfasts, and this Sunday consisted of jam croissants and fresh orange juice. Finished up with a cup of tea and the most delicious strawberries of the week.

I like boxes. Like a lot. And because I'm messy, Little B bought me some new ones in the hope that I'll tidy up after myself. So far the pretty boxes have won. For now anyway.

On Saturday I spent a lot of time behind the camera, and it was fun. Although I've got the shakiest of hands, I don't half love taking a good photo and seeing the end result with a feeling of pride.

My perfumes are running low (it's been a few months already), and I couldn't help but pick up this beautiful scent. I think I've officially done a round on all the Next perfumes. I just can't decide my favourite..

 Our kitchen is not our favourite place, and whilst we're dreaming of those sage walls, cream cupboards and wood worktops, for now we're decorating the fridge. It makes eating from it even more fun.

I am not a cat lady. I just like cats. And cat pyjamas. And cat slippers..
Asos Dress | New Look Jacket | Ray Ban Sunglasses | Topshop Boots | Olivia Burton Watch

I have officially become that friend, the friend that thinks pulling the silly faces makes for better photos. But think, that blogger one instead. Lately I have found that standing with my big cheshire grin doesn't always make for interesting photos (nor that extra chin that happens), and I'm not the best of posers (although others will beg to differ - pass me the smile anyday!), so prancing around like a melon seems more appropriate. I'm blaming the sun, and not that I'm complaining cause girl we know I love to get those legs out.

Admittedly I had a slight wardrobe fail with my underslip just constantly wanting attention from the world for majority of the day by sliding down... I mean, all I wanted to do was ditch my Winter vest, but I guess I'm not quite ready yet for that. Nor my leather jacket - and no, it doesn't walk on it's own. Not that I know of anyway! I have however swapped my black and tan boots that I ALWAYS wear, for these beautiful slouchy Topshop ones (yes, boots are the best!) which are utterly dreamy and I certainly didn't buy them when I was having an 'I'm totally turning Boho this Summer' moment. But you know.. Sometimes we can all dream.

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