V.I.C.T.O.R.Y.

I am dancing right now! Not that you can see it, but please, feel free to imagine it.

So, we got paid yesterday. This is brilliant for many reasons, but the main one being that I can finally buy the last couple of presents, and also bought a load of food for the foodie pressies I’m making. The second reason is that I really wanted to have something nice to wear on Christmas Day. I have lost a stone in the past few months, and I want to look at any photos taken on Christmas Day and think “Ah, remember that present?” not, “Holy shit I look like a whale”. I know we’ve all had moments where we’ve thought we looked half decent only to see a photo and want to curl up into a ball and shrivel to nothingness, but there is one photo of me last year  two years ago (2014) that makes me nearly cry every time I see it. When I look at it, I wonder how on earth James found me attractive, and thank my lucky stars that he obviously really doesn’t mind my size! I will post it here, because it serves a purpose.

I look pregnant. God it’s awful seeing it again!

Now, I decided I wanted to wear leggings on Christmas Day due to them being comfy, and me enjoying my comfort. But, if one wants to look like not a slob whilst wearing leggings, a nice top/dress is of utmost importance. I’m fortunate enough to work right next to a large shopping mall 

so I had a look online for anything that might be sold inside that would require minimal walking.

 

Fortune is clearly on my side as there’s the perfect jumper! Ah, but H&M…well. They’re known for their tiny sizing; I was thrilled when I fitted into a dress of theirs that’s a size ‘L’, and that wasn’t fitted or anything. I also wanted jeans…dark ones. I’ve never owned dark jeans as I thought they made my thighs look massive. Found some…but again, H&M! Even worse for jeans than tops. I tried on a pair of size 16 ones not that long ago and couldn’t even get them up my thigh sooooo.

Anyway, I took the screenshot off with me to H&M on my lunchbreak on the basis that with all the crowds, I couldn’t cope with looking around for things (why aren’t all the jumpers/jeans/tops just in ONE place grouped together..) but I would ask a nice assistant if they stock it and where it is, and then I could try it on. I do this, but, horror, they only have one left! And it’s a SMALL. Still, I’m full of festive cheer and not wanting to have to try and find another outfit, I decide to give it a whirl. H&M in Norwich also has their jeans right next to a changing room, so on my way I have a look through and find some nice ones in size…30? What is a 30? European sizing confuses me, so I just grab them thinking it can’t be worse than failing to get a size 16 over my thighs.

 

That was the result. I’m so in love with the jumper it’s unreal, and the jegging-y things are so soft and amazing and comfy. The jumper isn’t the soft rose colour I was expecting, and it’s a little dingy, but with some sparkling gold jewellery and nailpolish, I’ll be sorted.

But….drum roll please……..SIZE 30 IN EU IS A SIZE 12 IN UK SIZING. I AM A SIZE 12 IN H&M JEANS OMG. So, I know they’re stretchy…but they do up, comfortably, around my squish. I got them over my thighs!! I actually like how I look in them!

So, yesterday was the biggest bestest day of my life so far, and I’m thrilled. Christmas will no longer be horrid, I may look half decent in photos, I fake-tanned last night and only managed to miss my right knee (how did I even do that?!) and nobody will be seeing that anyway…and everything, finally, is coming up Milhouse (Harriet).

*rolling eyes emoji*

You know when people are actually ill, they usually shut up, keep their heads down, and generally don’t moan. Whereas, when someone just wants sympathy they’re constantly sniffing and coughing and sneezing and generally moping around? Well James’ brother is doing just that and it’s driving me up the bloody wall. He’s one of these people that always needs to be the centre of attention, and acts so hard done by all the time. Ugh.

Anyway!!

I’m sad because my glasses haven’t arrived to try on 😦 I really thought they’d be here today because that’s what the lady told me when I called to amend the options, but sadly not.

I sent back a handbag yesterday, so hopefully I’ll be getting that refund through soon. I need to get James’ mum something for Christmas but god-knows what. She’s so difficult to buy for – always needs to have obviously spent money on it – and I was going to get her a lemon-yellow handbag because she kept saying how much she loved mine this summer. Only, the one that arrived wasn’t lemon-yellow, more buttercup, and she then told me she’d bought a handbag in Debenhams or something for herself for Christmas, so I just sent the damn thing back. She can have another Pandora charm or something. Boring, but she loves the thing (we got her it for last Christmas), so I’ll have a look and see what I can find.

I thought it would be a nice handbag…

(I know I sound really bitter, but it’s very depressing when you spend ages finding something for someone only for them to go and ruin it by getting themselves something very similar.)

True to expectations, I didn’t get anything done last night. So tonight I’ve dragged everything out so it’s all over the floor and I simply have to use it. I still don’t know when I’ll be doing the creams, but at least the presents will be wrapped and will have tags on them!

Sorry for the filthy carpet, but I have no chance keeping it clean with J around

I bought James’ last (and main) present today. It was a splurge, and I’m going to have to apologise because I in no way stuck to the £50 limit we gave ourselves for each other…but he needs a new hoodie (hoody?), and the shop I went to is really lovely so if he doesn’t like the one that I (panic) bought, he can swap it for another one instead. I used to prize myself on my present-buying skills, but they’ve been really pants with him. I think £50 isn’t much really…next year I’ll ask to up it to £100!

 

Is it illegal to throw people out of windows?

Christmastime!

….mistletoe and wine!

I also ordered myself 4 more pairs of free frames to try on, because when I went to amend my order, they had already shipped it! So I should be able to try them on tomorrow! So exciting!


These are my two current favourite pairs!

Tonight’s activities will hopefully include:-

  1. Cooking SW-friendly Hunters Chicken, because although I’m not hungry (Five Guys was AMAZING and massive and omg I don’t need dinner), I don’t think James should starve…
  2. Giving the peppermint/orange/rose/maraschino creams a go. I’ve never made them on my own before, not since I was about 9, and never on the near-industrial scale (for about 25 people) that I need to do them for Christmas. So, dry run will be good…
  3. Consider making honeycomb at some point this week. It’s going to be hellish, and chaotic…but if that’s what I’ve chosen to do for people for Christmas, I need to learn how to make it.
  4. Burn this beautiful candle I was so kindly given by a lady at work (she’s leaving, and has had this for a year in her desk and knows I love candles so she’s given it to me).
  5. Do my roots? I’m so not sure about this one ’cause I’d rather they be done for Christmas, and I haven’t  bought any toner….so I think that’s this one off the list actually.
  6. Wrap up the last few presents. I get really excited about present wrapping, and then get bored really quickly. Plus, most of the people I’m wrapping stuff up for don’t really get that into nice wrapping paper, or handmade tags..so I get a bit deflated.
  7. Find tags before it all goes dramatically wrong. I have wrapped my mum’s presents in one type of paper, James’ in another type…however there’s a good three more people I need to wrap for, and putting anything else under the tree without a tag is just asking for trouble. I will dig the tags out of the box, and make sure to label everything up before I have to unwrap all the damn things because I forgot who they belong to/what they even are.
  8. Related to 2&3 – work out how much of everything I need to make all this stuff. I have the flavourings, but I don’t know about the colouring, or how much icing sugar, or anything else really. Oh, and the ingredients for the 3 gluten-free tarts I’m making for the day after Boxing Day, or the pavlova I’m making FOR Christmas Day…or the cake…or the cookies…
  9. Collapse having managed to only complete 1, because that seems to be what’s going on lately…

 

 

Dreary, dreadful, dull…..

Tuesdays are the absolute worst days of the week.


(This is the view from my window at work and it’s just too grey)

I have been completely unable to shake this awful cold that suddenly jumped on me last week, and it’s been playing havoc with my sleeping… Even James, who can sleep through nigh-on anything, woke up with me tossing and turning.

So, I get to work and I’m already dreading it because yesterday was horrific, and then I realised that my glasses (which have been in service for a good 6 years!) really are dead, and really do need to be replaced (James has sat/stood on them at least 4 times – before that, they were doing quite well…) and was moody about that until I remembered an advert for somewhere that will send you the frames to try on at home for free, and all their prices include the lenses! (Glasses Direct for anyone who needs glasses)

I now have 4 pairs of glasses winging their way towards me (I also emailed them and asked if they could swap two pairs for two different pairs because James thinks I’d suit Wayfarers, and who am I to ignore him when he so rarely mentions anything about what I’m wearing. Plus, he was 100000% right about me bleaching my hair lilac/grey, so I’m going to carry on paying attention to him tbh) which will hopefully arrive soon and then I’ll send them back (again, free!) and hopefully order a pair or two! All the frames I chose came as buy one, get one free, so I’ll finally have a spare pair again which is perfect, because I suffer from severe glasses-loss anxiety (normal anxiety too, but we’ll get to that another time) everytime I take them off and they aren’t right next to me.


(Hair befores and afters. My hair can be anything from a lilac grey, to a blue-grey, to that Malfoy blonde in the bottom corner. It depends what I wash it with!)

After my successful foray into free glasses frames, I decided I wanted something nice for lunch. I’d just like to point out that I’m technically doing Slimming World, but it’s December, which means Christmas, which means delicious food, which means it’s more fire-fighting than actual on-plan eating.

Anyhow, I called a friend who works in the same office as me, and asked if she wouldn’t quite like to join me at Five Guys for lunch today! Fortunately, she has no plans, and she’s super lovely, so I’m now counting the minutes (12) until we can go to lunch and stuff our faces with expensive, but apparently delicious, burgers! And fries…and milkshakes.

Honestly, I’ve lost a stone on Slimming World, so if I put it back on over Christmas? Well, it will have been a deliciously brilliant use of my time.

…..

My life isn’t particularly interesting, or at least it wasn’t before I met James. 
James is 26, nearly 27, and has a burning passion for motorbikes. He has owned (in the two years since I met him) at least 5, possibly 6, motorbikes, spent thousands of pounds on them, and crashed more times than I even know. 


The relevance of this is that whilst I have always liked motorbikes, I never had an overwhelming need for them. This has changed. 

It started with watching MotoGP – this was a moot point as there was no doubt the MotoGP would be on, whether I chose to watch it was entirely up to me. I found I loved it! I’d always been bored nearly to tears by the F1, and was dreading this new motorsport, but here I was getting into it, enjoying it, laughing at the commentators, and learning very quickly not to ask questions when something interesting was going on (read: someone crashed).

From there, I started going to Snetterton (our nearest track) and watching James on his trackdays. In the beginning, we weren’t official, and he’d been in a pretty poor relationship before me, so I’ll be honest – he acted pretty badly to me. He’d ignore me, make fun of me to his friends etc. Unfortunately for him (luckily for me!), his friends liked me, and we got on, so gradually his attitude changed. (We’re now two years on, and he’s apologised, so it’s all good).


From then, I became an unofficial pit girl, I learned more and more about motorbikes, grubbed in and lugged tyres about, even when I was dressed in floaty dresses and sandals, because I loved it. Here was a world I didn’t know existed, full of people who didn’t mind that I knew nothing, and were willing to chat to, and teach, me.

James and I are just back from a European trackday in Cartagena, we went to one in Portimao in October (it was my birthday present from James!) and I can honestly say I don’t mind if these are how we have our holidays now… I understand people may not get it, may think we should go on beach holidays to Mallorca or something, but being with James has changed me into this person. Not because he wanted me change – he loves that I love it, but didn’t force me – but because I think that’s what happens when you love someone; sometimes, their interests become your interests. Their passions become your passions.

I have no hobbies to speak of. I used to swim, horse ride, scrapbook…all of which have stopped gradually for one reason or another. I have interests – I love reading still (even though I’m not always nose-deep in a book anymore), I do a little bit of scrap booking and “Hobbycraft-ing” now and then when I decide I can face getting everything out… James and I have settled into a nice rhythm where I can help him in the garage and come to trackdays, but I keep myself amused, I don’t need him to be around all the time to feel wanted and appreciated. Now, my “hobby” is being a pit girl, “brolly bunny”, unofficial (and nowhere near as good!) photographer, and general supporter, of my lovely motorbike-mad boyfriend. 

And to be perfectly honest, I really wouldn’t have it any other way.