I can be as moody a bitch as the next person. Right now I’m sat in a sweaty nightie having aggressively vacuumed the utter bejeezus out of the carpet in a mixed effort to eradicate the daily plague of dog hairs while also taking my hormonal frustration out on the hardiest of my household appliances. Plus, those with sparkling floors are always entitled to an extra biscuit with their cuppa, post-chores.
Oddly enough, the inspiration for this post was not the grimace looking back at me in the bathroom mirror at 6.15 this morning – it was a delightful little message I received from my new Instagram pal @goodlookingbarbiedoll after I had requested to follow her account:
The last time I thought... "no, don't bother applying... you'll NEVER get it", a few weeks later I found myself with a $10,000 university scholarship and a job at a brewery bearing bottomless beer for me and all my friends. This taught me three things:
1. Only in Australia can your degree be funded by a brewery
2. 2003 was a bloody good year
3. Just imagine how many other people also think they won't win?!
Needless to say, when That Little Voice reappeared to dissuade me from applying to Intu Braehead's callout for blogging types to #dothelot with a fab shopping/galavanting/skiing/golfing/eating/drinking day in the centre... my response was to (a) ply it with booze and (b) convince it to go ahead with an audition anyway (see, and they said I learned nothing at uni).
Up until recently, I was one of the those people. You know the ones I mean.
Those people who sit back and guffaw at the costs and all-round stresses of weddings. 'Why bother?!' 'Why waste all that time and energy on something that's gone in the space of a few too many glasses of expensive bubbly?'
Let me upfront here - this is in no way sewing-related but rather another shameless bastardisation of this forum to express the views I would otherwise bore some poor sod with on the 272 bus. It’s also an unsubtle remainder to you all that it is my birthday in a mere matter of days... so you’ll need to get the flowers ordered/cake baked/gift in the mail/star named if you wish to maintain even a shred of a relationship with me for the impending decade.
A big dollop of love from my finger tips to your screen (I promise that's not as creepy as it sounds). xx