Admit it - you love a challenge. In fact, your fervour for challenges is only superseded by one thing...
the thrill of A BARGAIN. With this in mind - today's post kind of wrote itself: set myself a ridiculous challenge in a thinly veiled attempt to legitimise my obsessive vintage shopping habit (this blogging thing sure has its benefits - Lisa actually sounded impressed when I told her I was off to spend our money...). So, with the Glasgow sun shining (expect to see this comment again in June), £30 flush in my pocket, a song in my heart and your help (thanks Instagram chums)... that's exactly what I did.
This week my wonderful wife Lisa and I marked 6 months since the magnificent day when we - surrounded by the people we adore - publicly declared our love, making our wedding vows to each other with all the gravity they deserve. Yet as we sit here, still radiating in the joy of this milestone event, it's impossible for me to ignore the pathetic state-of-affairs deeming it illegal for couples like Lisa and I to be married in the country I am ordinarily so proud to call home. I mean, come on.
Happy Valentine's Day lovely person.
I would absolutely hate Valentine's Day if I wasn't such a soppy sucker. V Day is really just an an excuse to conduct myself with the kind of dreamy suggestiveness I wish I had the stamina to pull off every day (most days I fail even to shower). Lisa and I have a couple of traditions when observing this, the most cringey of holidays...
Skill level: Beginner
A big dollop of love from my finger tips to your screen (I promise that's not as creepy as it sounds). xx