MY WORD!!
Not blogged in an absolute AGE.

Here's an update:
Still with the boy, 7months. Gahhhhh.
&& Amy's moving out of Mum's in with Steve & his folks'. Therefore, my room is now free again.. I'm ready to move back home I think. All money that I will be saving through rent/food/travelling to work costs will be going into my new "Hi Sir" ready for a rainy day where I/we get a chic place of our own.. Excitinggggg!!

There will be more to come, I promise :)

"I can't wait to stay over again to kiss you all night"
I wanted him to stay tonight. & play with my hair.
Again.

mark will be helping me dye my hair a pretty colour next week..
(It looks quite bright but we'll be mixing it with conditioner as to not scare the boss so much!)

New Project..

Getting my hair like this kind of colour:



Or this..

New Project

My house mate’s dear friend Robert has just put an offer in for a house in Orrell and has kindly asked us all if we’d help him to re-decorate. I obviously jumped at the chance, on the condition I get to decorate a room all by myself.

Therefore - I get do the guest room to my taste - Vintage. Fabrics. Trinkets.

He’s willingly obliged.

Heck yes!

Also, if you don't already know, I have a tumblr for me to post all the lovely vintage finds I come across on a daily basis. It's lots of fun.

You need to check this out.

Fitting In.

Why is there a need for us as human beings to "fit in"?

The goings on that are happening to and around me are making me think about this.
There's a constant need to want to be involved with everyone and everything when really, our 4 or 5 that are the closest to us are the ones that need our attention the most. They are the ones that care about us the most.
Not the people who we're trying to grasp the attention of.

I'm privileged to have the people I consider my friends so close to my heart, especially through this season of difficult changes.

I don't apologise for getting all (not so very) deep and crabby on your ass.. It's something I've been thinking about this past week or so and I think a lot of us need to come to realisation about some stuff. I'm not perfect and I never intend to be.




On a higher note - 1month until the "start of sleeve"