I love a good celebration (and no, I don’t mean the chocolate kind…although I do bloody love them too) I am a firm believer in celebrating and ‘rewarding’ myself for pretty much any insignificant event that happens in my life. There’s nothing like a good incentive to give you the motivation to, I don’t know…revise harder for exams, (doesn’t apply to me) train harder for a certain event, (definitely doesn’t apply to me) or even just to get you through a
shitty crappy week. (Now this situation, 100% applies to me)
Which leads me nicely onto some prime examples of this completely ridiculous way of thinking. Last week happened to be a shitty week, which in reality, isn’t great – #BrainsOfBritain #MoveOverEinstein #BloggerPleaseBanMeFromUsingPoxyHashtags – however, it also meant that a trip to the shops to cheer myself up/give myself a boost/make me snap out of being a silly prat, was absolutely on the cards.
Here’s my completely average and not post worthy outfit worn to said shopping trip. Don’t get too excited, no really…
Black milk wannabe leggings: Primark*
Boots that I am physically attached to: Ever Yours
* I am not sponsored or sent free clothes from Primark, I am just a massive tight arse who loves a bargain!
Now, I get a lot of people telling me how lucky I am to work in the industry that I do. And you know what, 99% of the time, they’re right. (Probably less than that but I won’t write it just in case
any of my employers see this I sound ungrateful, ha!) “So, that 1%…?” you’re all thinking…actually love we’re all thinking ‘can you stop rambling and finish the bloody post?’ Well I tell you what, they often say a picture speaks a thousand words, so I’ll let a picture – a screen shot from TOWIE the other night to me precise, #loser – do the speaking (….and probably add in the thousand words after, this is me after all!)