I've been on this blog for nearly five years, and if I'm being honest, there's things you'd know about me that normally only my closest would know (we're talking feelings, small vagina's and yes, my arm hair insecurity) so I guess in a sense, we're basically friends right now.
BUT, saying that, there are so many things you don't know.
I'm talking the peculiar sense.. Like would you find me weird if I told you that every morning on my drive to work, I have to play Nick Mulvey's Fever To The Form - on volume 24, from start to finish and I sing. Whatever mood, whatever the weather, I sing it. Every single morning.
You see, I do peculiar things.
As does everyone. So today, I'm telling you some facts about me, that you may not know...

I love corn. Like really love it. I have it with every dinner that I cook.

I STILL manage to get confused by fabric softener and conditioner at the supermarket and most likely end up buying the same product, however saying that, I did get it right on my last shop. It resulted in a proud phone call to Mama Mcfred. Let's see how long it lasts...

When I walk places, I occasionally add a skip into my step. I don't know why, but I do.

Worrying is my strongest skill. I worry about everything whether it's for me, or everyone else, and even if I don't think I'm worrying? I'm still worrying!

This one's a funny one (well it is now), if a little gross but y'know, whatever.. Up until I was 14, I couldn't cut my own toenails for fear of them falling off. And it always just happened to be toenail cutting night when my brother's hot friends came round...

I'm a big sharer, and always offer my clothes/accessories/shoes to friends if I don't use them. But I always want to wear what they've then borrowed..

"Everything happens for a reason" is my life motto. Cheesy. But true.

I like cheese too. But I think you already know that...

I have never eaten an actual steak. Nope, I've never ordered one in a restuarant, cooked one or been bought one. And quite honestly, it doesn't really appeal to me anyway. I'll just take the chips..

Runkle is my favourite ever thing on the planet. Without a doubt, the best.

I have a gluten intolerance, but I'm the worlds worst so you'd probably never really realise that. The doughnuts, they always sway me..

Hate to break it to you, but sadly Mitten isn't my surname. I thought it was cute (even though I don't want to be labelled cute...)

I'm indecisive. Like ridiculously indecisive.

And I'm gullible. Tell me that the sky is actually green? Yeah I've really considered it once...

Most lunches at work, I nap at my desk. I eat my lunch, and then it hits 1.20pm and I lay my head on the desk fall asleep until I'm woken up at 1.59pm ready for the afternoon. And yes, I really do sleep!

I'm one of those people who say that it takes three hours to wash, dry and straighten my hair. It actually only takes two hours. But I'm also one of those people who sits on their bed in a towel and loses an hour doing absolutely nothing.

Right now, I'm the happiest I think I've ever been.

And right now, I'm currently debating whether to finish the last two bits of shortbread in a packet or not. Because, we all eat a pack in one sitting sometimes, right?

"Believe you can, and you're halfway there"

Burrito Cat. I can't stop telling people about how this one has become a full on burrito at night (OK, so lets not admit it only happened twice...) which has melted my heart. He's been on extra fussy mode lately, and after cuddles on my chest, i'll gently roll him over on his side with me, and he'll happily lay wrapped up in the throw and stay there till morning. And that's what makes him burrito cat.
A dapper burrito cat if I must add too.
Refueling. Last week I got the lurgy, and for someone who rarely takes sick days, it seemed the only option was to stay in bed and sleep it off. Only two days later did I wake for a cuppa and started to feel like myself. Only to then end up completely hungover a few days later after a work conference. It's funny how tea can solve those struggles. Oh and maybe the help of a bed for a few hours...
Throat Medicine. With the lurgy brought a sore throat that still won't budge. And upon realising that Strepsils weren't for me (I mean, they remind me of being ten years old and having them for school trips, JUST INCASE but using them as treats on the coach instead...), I took my grown up self to the shop and bought ice cream. And it's working wonders. Thank you Ben and Jerry. You never let me down.
New Shoes. I'm a boot girl through and through but in the last few months, I'm drawn to heels. I like to pop on my trusty pink pair with my jeans and an off the shoulder top (yes, THAT top I keep talking about!) because it makes me feel sassy. So I told myself I needed some new colours, and I treated myself to a grey suede pair, and chose these fun black heels from Clarks*. And you know something? I have never known comfort in a shoe quite like it. Extra padding, the perfect height. AND I feel cool.
Weekends in Brighton. I write about Brighton a lot, because I visit a lot. And last weekend I packed a bag and headed down South for a few days cat sitting. We spent it eating Mexican for dinner (and for breakfast if we're going down that route..), eating cake by the seafront, catching up with Sarah, and enjoying an afternoon in the pub drinking cider and talking life. And those, those are moments that really make me feel nice. And appreciate that life, is bliss.
Colourful Salads. I like vegetables more than the average person (OK, so maybe not, but I buy a lot for one person) and eat them everyday if possible (give or take those cheeky McDonalds cravings...). This week I made a sweet potato and chorizo salad with spinach, peppers, onions, cherry tomatoes and a sprinkle of feta for good measure and you know what? It was amazing. So amazing, that I've not stopped talking about it, and I've already made it again since...
There are times when we do something out of the ordinary, which doesn't seem quite so unusual to most but we know it's a different direction. We know we've either stepped out of our comfort zone, or had a mad moment of want, or even opted for change. Because, sometimes change is good.
And well, last month for me, that involved buying a dress. A dress with a colour. And a print.
A rarity these days, I must add.
You see, I normally tend to buy black. Or white. Or grey. Or even navy.
I mean, it's not intentional. It just so happens. Because I like those colours, and they work. And for me, I feel like they look cool, like I haven't really tried (even though we all know I have...).
But a few weekends ago, I did try. In the way of this red dress - OK, so I didn't REALLY try. I mean, I popped it on and debated it for a good hour, until the girls told me it was cute and it should be a keeper. So I listened. Even though I don't want to be cute.. I want to be cool. It's a constant battle!
 I teamed it with some black boots and my leather jacket, in the hope to 'cool it up' (does anyone else ever try to attempt this all the time? No? Just me...) and debated adding my sunglasses for a real edgy look. Except one has simply lost them. Again! I guess that's my Summer saving plan - buy some new ones! I've been eyeing up (get it?) these Chopard Sunglasses to make me look the official part. Although I reckon they'd go best with simple blacks and grey outfits. So urm, I guess it's back to the trusty wardrobe on a regular basis...
Well, until the sun starts making an appearance. And I end up too hot in all black..
Dress: Boohoo | Boots: Cloggs* | Tights: Wolford
Photos by Rosie.

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