Christmas Wish-List 1: The Knope Edition

It’s nearly Christmas….yay. And I do love a good wish list.

If you know me in real life, or indeed twitter-life; you’ll know I’m a massive fan of Parks and Recreation. And I’m still really disappointed that British TV have not picked up Parks and Rec yet so I’ll continue using my US netflix connection. While Ron Swanson is the character with quotability, it’s definitely Leslie that’s captured my heart.  Call me a dreamer with big ideas, but I fancy myself as a bit of a Leslie; just a bit too over-enthusiastic but means well, so I’ve scoured etsy for the all of the Parks and Rec merchandise that I could find and here’s a few things that I would love to find in my christmas stocking:

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1. Lesley Knope Quote Print via Ammame33
2. Ron Swanson Brooch via kateslittlestore
3. Vote Knope Tote via OneWildOat
4. Lil Sebastian Mug via kookieBazaar
5. Set of three white pencils via POPCULTUREPENCILS
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I moust-ache you a question…

…jeez, I love a good pun. Or a not-so good one really. As it’s the beginning of November, it got me thinking about Mo’vember. Well,  not thinking in depth about it, more like a brief thought. Well, anyway, I am a massive fan of a good beard – “good job really” you might say if you’ve seen Chris. I actually haven’t seen him without a beard, and don’t really want to. Consider this a warning, Howarth. In Sheffield there’s tonnes of beards around though weirdly Chris nearly always manages to spend a portion of a night out talking about his hirsuteness to a group of awestruck 18 year olds. In fact, this weekend we came back to the flat about midnight on Saturday and encountered a group of lads who shouted ‘BEA-RD’ at him numerous times before the lift arrived to zoom us back to the 8th floor; though when we’ve been out in Liverpool we’re always struck by how few beards there are – is this the case, scousers? Are beards not a thing in Liverpool?

Can I use the word ‘beard’ anymore in this post? On that note, I’ll leave you with a few images of my fave beards ( just had to get that one in there….)plus some grooming stuff that the more hirsute amongst us may like. All images via my pinterest board: Beards

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Apologies…

It’s one of these posts again, where I apologise for not posting and then give you some instagram photos.  I know they get a bit of a bad rap but I quite like these kinds of posts. ( And yeah, I have to say that, don’t I?!)

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Taking a glimpse at the above I can confirm that I have been doing a bit of crafty-ness ( the pinterest friendly map lampshade anyone?), visiting Liverpool and Family, eating and drinking at various places in Sheffield and beyond ( Tamper at Seller’s Wheel is my new fave), putting together a new bed, having a new hair colour most months, joining twitter and getting our save the dates sent ( but I’ll be filling you in a bit more about them in a bit!)

In more exciting news, I will be blogging about our wedding over at Boho Weddings, I’m dead excited about blogging with Kelly and the rest of the team of brides. I took the brave step of adding the link to Boho over at my Facebook and I’ve been really touched at the comments and well wishes from old school and uni friends. Blogging does really bring people together…..

27 Dresses? I hope not.

I think I mentioned in previous posts that I thought I’d hit a lull in wedding planning. I had that 6 week period when nobody knew about our engagement where I was planning intensely; basically I’d chosen most of the important wedding things without having announced the engagement. And now I’ve reached an impasse. And I think it’s because the only big thing left for me to decide on is, my dress. THE dress. See, that emphasis alone should suggest that it is slightly doom-ridden. And it’s not because I don’t like clothes, that I don’t like dresses; on the contrary – I love nothing more than getting dressed up but the thought of a bridal shop gives me the fear. What if I get stuck in the dress? What if none of them fit me? What if I just hate all of them? In all honesty, I suspect this fear comes from a pleasant ( note: italics) sales assistant when my mum was buying me my Holy Communion Dress at the age of 8 ( got to love the old Catholic upbringing) and this, lovely, ( italics again) lady called me ‘ a little Christmas pudding’. Way to boost the already low self esteem of a chubby, shy 8 year old. And I’d never really thought about it again until this year, but the thought of white taffeta must have brought it out in me. Like hives. At the moment, the only bridal shop that’s appealing to me is Fur Coat No Knickers but I’m not sure I can justify the trips to London for fittings. I am hoping, however, that Liverpool can pull it out of the bag; so when I head to St George’s Hall next month, Look Darling I’m coming to get you!

But you know, to ease the pressure on them, what about you? Have you had good experiences in bridal shops? If so, let me know and I’ll try and pluck up the courage!

You Ain’t A Beauty But Yeah, You’re Alright….

Oh, Bruce. Such a way with words.

Anyway, most of you will know that I’m a bit of a Springsteen fan. Musically and ahem, for his spritely good looks. I mean, he’s 63. If Chris ( and me for that matter) look as good as he does at 63 I’ll be a happy lady.

We recently went to see Springsteen and I at the cinema, and if you’re a Bruce fan I’d really recommend it. It was shown with some footage from the Hyde Park gig in 2012, which was really good for us to see as we were there, but don’t quite remember it. I blame the pints of G&T. ( Stay classy, Sheffielders) And it kind of reminded me just how good looking young Bruce is. Cue much googling.  And I think I just had to share. And seeing that other people on instagram (@loulough80) shared my admiration for 1970s Bruce, I thought I’d pay a bit of a homage. And I really shouldn’t admit that I have an album on my camera roll called ‘The Boss’, should I? Ooops. Oh well.

Bruce Collage

 

 

It’s been a long time….

Sheesh. What happened there?

Glastonbury happened. And then sunshine. And then friends. And then family. Ooo and a bit of wedding planning. Anyway. I’m back from my hiatus. Can it be a hiatus when you didn’t plan it? Anyway. Glastonbury was brilliant. Bigger than I remember. And warmer. Far more tiring, though I suppose being 32 is a stark contrast to a 19 year old.

Here’s a few select shots; beware – we’re not the coolest of campers. No offence, pals.

PicMonkey Collage

Busy Bee: What I’ve Been Up To Pt 2

June is my busy month. I’ve had things in the diary for June since last October – thanks Glastonbury,  but safe to say, it’s kind of put a hold on wedding planning for the time being, well til July! We have booked our photographer and make-up and hair  – priorities, right? And I’ll post about those ladies soon.

We travelled down to London on Friday, we don’t visit nearly often enough and when we do it’s usually for an event and this time was no exception, we were going to see Bruce Springsteen at Wembley on Saturday! We saw Bruce last year at Hyde Park, I say saw, in reality I mean that we were in the same space as him but neither of us can really remember anything about it. I blame the gin-in-a-tin. Friday night, we got to our hotel in Bloomsbury at 3ish, dropped our bags off and ventured into Holborn and then Soho to visit some choice pubs. I’d bought Chris this map for his birthday and coupled with a few recommendations from friends and a Time Out – we made our way round a few – for anyone wanting to replicate our movements, you can via 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9   . For anyone worrying about our alcohol consumption, we ate here ; bringing back memories of our holiday to Essaouira a couple of years ago – the food was delicious and reasonably priced plus the best mint tea I’ve had outside of Morocco.

Saturday, we shamefully didn’t do much; wandered around the Brunswick Centre, where I bought a pair of high-top Cons. I had an urge to wear them for the gig. You know when you get that kind of impulse. We headed over to Wembley at about 4pm. And had a pint in a Premier Inn car park. Best not to think too much about that one. And convened and met our friends in a bar nearer the stadium. I’ve never been to Wembley before and wasn’t quite prepared for the size of it. Though considering the size and reputation of the venue, my experience wasn’t all that positive. Generally the staff didn’t really seem to know what they were doing, pints spilling everywhere – and at a fiver pop, not something we were wanting! slow service, unsureness about what to do, not knowing where there were any cash points – just made me a bit unimpressed really BUT one girl who served us a couple of times was fantastic; cheery and helpful BUT we didn’t get her name; so girl on the 1996 bar on the 3rd till – you were lovely!

Bruce, however, was awesome. 3.5 hours of music. He’s 60-odd. Man, I’m in awe. The crowd was great, a real mix of people; everyone just wanting a good time. One time, I’m going to get down the front so he can choose me to get up and do a bit of Dancin’ in the Dark!

2013-06-17 14.06.59We’ve got Glastonbury in 8 sleeps. So there’ll be a post about that. I’m not looking forward to no showers for 5 days though. Batiste; wherefore art thou?