You know when you wake up before the alarm and that satisfying feeling of realising it’s the weekend and you can roll over and fall back asleep into your floofy pillows? Well, the opposite of that happened to me this morning. Convinced it was Sunday, I was so confused as to why my alarm was shrieking at me. The. Worst. Because this is England, because we can’t cope with a sudden change in weather, getting into work was a chore this morning on the train, my sock tried to escape my foot as I walked to the office and the migraine that made me a zombie yesterday was still there in the background, throbbing ever so slightly. But, whatevs Monday. I have this.
A couple of LL posts ago, I talked about wanting some pretty hand soap that wasn’t expensive; like Aesop but not. It was by chance on Instagram that I stumbled across Honest Skincare + Apothecary. I loved everything about them from the all natural ingredients to the brown bottle packaging. At £20 each, it’s still on the higher end of the scale that I was willing to pay but certainly without the guilt if I had gone the Aesop route. I purchased Bergamot & Rosemary and Black Pepper & Lemongrass (I love lemongrass scents) – both lovely, sophisticated scents.
Sunday, I got to flex my green fingers. Or lack of. I had it in my head to plant bushels of lavender in 2 of the wooden planters- conjuring up sunny mental images of purple and green like a sweet country cottage. Then we hit the garden centre and I couldn’t see a lavender plant for love or money. I was getting annoyed and snippy because my Pinterest mind wanted the damn lavender. And then I realised that’s because lavender hadn’t flowered yet and there were plants all around me. Anyway. I bought the lavender. I planted the lavender. And with any luck, lavender will sprout this summer. Whomp, whomp.
Every summer, I look for a dress WITH SLEEVES because we have a couple of fancy occasions to go to. I think it would be easier to discover a field of unicorns because this kind of dress doesn’t exist, and if it does it’s not 1) special occasion appropriate 2) a bodycon style which is just NO. So, because I am a RESPONSIBLE ADULT what do I do? I use my gift voucher for Anthropologie to buy…a SKIRT. Not a special occasion dress. Just a skirt. But it’s so pretty, with every shade of colour that I love, and so what if I can’t find/buy a new dress because this skirt is the best. Plus it was in the sale…with 20% off (still valid FYI)
HOW COULD I FORGET?! Last week, someone brought in Beckett the Corgi. Although, they weren’t sure if it was Beckett, Bucket, or Buckingham (they were dogsitting him for the afternoon) We’ll go with Beckett. I was so excited, a real life corgi in the wild! He was beautiful. His legs, so short. His face, so cute. And sing it with me ^ bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt^
I love Eurovision. I love the snarky comments from Graham Norton, the wacky songs and outfits, the awkward sketches from the host country and don’t get me started on the politics of “our 12 points go to…” Eurovision is so bonkers and so fun. 2017 gave us a dancing gorilla from Italy, yodel rapping from Romania, Norway sent us a Deatheater DJ, and Sweden sent clones of Elijah from Girls.