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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

Beards

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?

Wedding Malarky: Episode 1: The Proposal (& Ring)

So, it’s exciting this getting married business before I start babblering on about colours, invites and dresses,  I suppose you’re all dying to hear about the proposal? Proposals are exciting aren’t they? Usually romantic, heartfelt and all that. I’ll give you a clue here, mine wasn’t, but in all honesty if it had been it wouldn’t have been Chris.

The biggest secret is that I had been proposed to, 6 weeks before we announced it; and I didn’t tell a soul. How I managed it I don’t know! We wanted a ring before telling people and we got mine handmade so opted to wait a bit. We were complete novices though and thought we’d get a ring the same day. How foolish we were. So anyway, the proposal….

It was Friday, Chris and I had been for a meal at Strada, it was threatening to snow and slushy and wet so we decided to go back home and have a few drinks there. We settled down on the sofa and Chris was sorting the G&Ts out. ( He makes a mean one if you’re interested and ever down our way!) And coming back to the lounge, he muttered the immortal words; ‘shall we get you a ring then?’. I, obviously, was a bit blase at this point and said ‘well, yes one day’. He looked suitably miffed at this stage, where were the tears? the quickly shouted ‘YES!’ So, I said ‘Do you mean it?’ and then he said ‘of course I do’. And then we got emotional. And then I started looking at engagement rings online.

I’d kind of decided that I didn’t want a traditional ring, I didn’t think I was fussed by diamonds, no solitaires, no clusters so when we went into the snowy streets the next day on Sheffield I had no expections. Well, apart from the one that the jewellers would be open, but nope, all the jewellers I wanted to look in were closed. And I will admit, I may have stamped my foot. I just wanted to try a ring on, dammit! We decided to steathly book a day off work the next week, I used the excuse of waiting in for a workman while Chris used me. I had a face on with him apparently. Nice work there Howarth.

We ventured to Chesterfield where we experienced less than perfect customer service. ( I may have stamped my foot again) But headed back to Sheffield, where we lunched and gained some perspective on the whole matter. We looked around and I got to try some diamonds on and boy did my feelings about them change! Yes, I wanted sparkles! I also thought I’d probably get white gold but after trying a few rings on I decided that yellow gold was the one for me. After at one point having about 5 rings on one finger, we begun to get an idea of what suited me. We did want the ring to be extra special so we went to Michael Spencer in Orchard Square to see if he could make me the design of ring that I wanted and of course he could, and 5 weeks later we collected the ring.

I like the idea of having something made for us, designed by us by someone working the city we live in, Sheffield plays such a huge part in our lives that we really want to keep the City Centre going and keep out of Meadowhall. We’re going back to Michael to get our wedding rings made and I’d really recommend him to anyone. He also has a selection of second hand and already-made jewellery so I will be checking it out for gifts in the future.

That’s it. The proposal. Now for all the exciting stuff……