Monthly Archives: June 2011

Happy Father’s Day

Here is a picture of my wonderful Papa and his little Pigeon.

I’m so grateful to have such an amazing dad.  He has taught me many things, and I thought I’d share a few with you.

  • “Keep that – it’ll come in handy.” My dad barely throws anything away if he thinks a part or parts of it could be used. His garage is a magical land full of things from years ago that have been or are ready to be reused, rehashed or recycled. He is the original thrift warrior and has taught me all I know about preloved. 😀
  • “STOP SNIFFING!” – Woah betide you if you had a cold in our house. My dad hates sniffers. “Just blow your bloody nose!” That has taught me to consider how my tiny actions could really peeve others and to always carry tissues.
  • “Never eat yellow snow” – An oldie, but never a truer word spoken.
  • “Get on with it” – Though often said with exasperation and irritation, meant as support and love, my father has never doubted my abilities. He would rather I just ‘get on with it’ instead of dallying about and whingeing.

He also taught me everything about dressing like a rockstar….check out his jacket above! Love you Dad!


What I Wore – Working the Jeans

Unlike most of the beauteous goddesses who do ‘What I wore’ posts…I barely have time to scratch my rear before I have to run out to work in the morning, and with P still MIA in San Francisco…my point and click is getting optimum usage at 8.02 am before I make a mad dash for my car.

Please ignore my copious amounts of washing in the piccies below….what with my girls heading down this weekend, I wanted to get all our laundry done….so my flat is looking like a laundrette!

My job involves keys. Keys that I cannot wear around my neck on a nice pretty bit of ribbon as I would probably get garroted with it by my students. Keys that have to be attached to me at all times, by a chain (or rather fetching dog lead) through a belt loop, and then must be shoved into a pocket to remove the ‘grab’ temptation.

So frocks for work are out. As are my collections of pretty a-line skirts that I used as a TA in a primary school. I shy away from the mid-thigh shorts as I have to accompany them with thick tights or leggings due to working with teenage boys…..the same reason medium or low-cut tops are out…. I can only say ‘I’m up here’ so many times in a day.

So what is in….and in….and in….are my jeans.

I won’t lie. I love jeans. I’ve always lived in jeans. But now I don’t have any other options I can find them a bit tiring.

I made it my aim this week to get out of my regular ‘slogan tee & jeans’ combo at least once….and I managed it twice!

The 21st Century Land Girl

I’m boning up on my WW2 facts at the moment, as that is what I’m currently teaching whilst covering history. I love the era of the land girls. The girls who went from town and city to learn how to grow veggies, shear sheep and drive big tractors. This is my nod to them with my pinned hair and farm girl gilet!

  • Top – Dorothy Perkins
  • Zip up Hoodie, Headband – Primark
  • Puffa Gilet – Charity Shop
  • Jeans – New Look
  • Snow Boots – Decathlon
  • Earrings – Spitalfields Market

The Line Dancing Squaw

I did get a few ‘hey cowgirl’ comments from my colleagues today, but I love my 3rd hand (3rd hand is apparently the new 2nd hand) shirt and eBay booties!

  • Shirt – 3rd hand from a friend, who had bought it from a charity shop
  • Vest, Belt, Socks – Primark
  • Jeans – New Look
  • Fringe Boots – eBay

I actually enjoyed trying out something different with my jeans – any suggestions would be gladly received…and maybe I’ll try them out & post them up!

I got chills…..they’re multiplyin’

Apparently leaving the fridge door open whilst I quickly make a sandwich is not an option. P = not happy.

Midweek Munchies: Party for One

I adore P. I really do. FACT.  I also adore cooking for him. What I don’t adore is his lack of love for all things seafood. I would live on seafood every day if I could.

P has disappeared off to San Francisco today, off on holiday with the boys for two weeks. Yup…you heard me…..two weeks. We don’t even own a pet to keep me company! It’s going to be a lonely ole time for little ole me. So to cheer myself up, and revel in things I love when the man I love has buggered off for a while….I’m eating mussels!

Mussels need very little cooking, so no need for a real recipe here

  • Stick them in the bottom of a large, heavy-based pan with a small amount of water and turn up the heat to steam them. As soon as the shells start gaping open, you know they are ready.
  • Try not to overcook them or it’ll be like chewing rubber bands.
  • Get rid of any that haven’t opened…it’s not that they’ll kill you, they are just a pig to open and cooks have been telling us forever to chuck ’em.

Now I like my mussels from Brussels in a garlic white wine sauce which is pretty easy peasy to do.


  • 1 tsp butter
  • 1 good old glug and a bit of Chardonnay or other non-sweet white wine
  • 1 small onion, diced
  • 2 cloves fresh garlic, minced/crushed/hacked to death

How To

  1. Kill your garlic in your chosen fashion and heat it up in a pan along with your butter.
  2. Add your onions, and fry till translucent.
  3. Whack in your wine and heat for a few minutes to let the flavours mingle.
  4. Pour over your mussels and serve.
  5. Eat with copious amounts of carbs (I either have crusty bread, chips or pasta) and wiggle with delight.

What is your Party for One dish?

One Year in our Nest

P & I will have been together 2 years this coming September, but on Sunday we had another celebration. A year living together in our little flat. Our first grown up home.

P had never lived with a girlfriend before he moved in with me on that fatal day in 2010. And although this was my second time treading these particular boards, I was terrified he’d hate every second of sharing a space with me. I’m loud, crabby and have serious issues with lights being on and washing up not being done.

It’s not always been a bed of roses. These walls have seen bickering, tears, full-blown hissy fits, and sometimes P is here too! Thankfully, these wonky walls have also seen buckets of laughter and a lot of love.

Even though, against all odds, I packed my boxes and moved to a place where I knew nobody, I don’t regret a single day. Not one.

So in celebration of not killing each other this year, P took me to one of my favourite restaurants. The Harvester. It’s not posh. It’s not fancy. Does it do a rack of ribs as big as my head?….Yes it does.

And after a year of living together and nearly two years as a couple…P has realised I’m THAT sort of girl.

The Wiltshire Farm Wedding of Mr & Mrs Crothers

As mentioned here, I was invited to a beautiful wedding in my home county of Wiltshire.

I’ve known, the now Mrs Crothers, since she was born. And saying that makes me feel old. Thankfully, I was only 2 when she was born.

Our parents were fine friends, but after mine went their seperate ways and hers did similar, we haven’t met up as often as two girls who grew up together should have.

She had the grace to invite P and I to her wedding, to her wonderful man, Rob, who looked dashing in his military garb on the day.

Knowing only P (who knew only me), the mother of the bride and the bride herself, I quickly introduced myself to Rob at the church. I was greeted with a small smirk and a raised eyebrow at the mention of my name. Mentally, I was trying to think of any embarrassing stories that showed me in a bad light….then I remembered I was me, and that embarrassment was drilled out of me from a young age by my loud and yet loving parents. I was checking my reflection in a nearby vase, was my boob out? Well…the twins were on show…but it was demure. I was intrigued.

It wasn’t till later, when sat next to the groom at the reception (they did a wonderful thing of sitting everyone who only knew them (and no-one else!) at their table), that his new bride leant over to me and told me how she had told him who he was sitting next to at the reception.

“I showed him your Facebook profile picture…you know…the one with your corset on and your leg in the air…”


What an introduction eh? Did I need to now keep up the pretence of being glam and graceful? Obviously not! Could she not have mentioned this 5 hours ago?! 😀

All jesting aside, it was a beautiful day, and the reception in an emptied, pressure washed and then decorated tractor shed was amazing. I loved that even the family  and farm animals were involved. The 4 dogs nosing about, on the hunt for dropped sausages and begging for cake. The parrot brought over from the house in it’s cage as it was getting lonely. Even feeding the pigs became an event!

The best news of the evening for P & I was we only had 10 meteres to crawl to our tent in the next field, after sampling Muttley’s Cider and stuffing our faces with the Cheese wedding cake!

The Crothers are now in Germany (they moved 3 days after the wedding!) with their dog, Bracken. Wish them all the happiness in the world!

Sunday Saviours #4

Sunday Saviours Round 4 – ding ding ding!

Things that have been helping me out this week!


This is a fabulous website where you can post up your looks and look at hundreds of other fashionistas from around the entire world. Check out these beauties!

Got Mice?

Wonderful blogger, Thrifty Decor Chick, did some very cute things with her stairs last October and Christmas. I think I may need to do this come Halloween!


I came across this woman whilst searching for shoe storage…and she has become one of my heroines!

WWI tunnel

Could you imagine such a time capsule left unfound since 1918?

Nice to see you….to see you nice!

What a bonus for Brucie!

Katy & GHD

I love GHD’s adverts. They did a series of twisted fairytale ones last year that made me chuckle. And also Katy is my favourite.