Autumnal Tones

Here are four orange things that have come into my life in the last week.

1. Woolly Jumper.

This used to belong to my brother. I've released it from life in a bin bag in my parent's garage. 

2. Snazzy kicks. 

Snazzy is a terrible word. It's naffer than the word naff. I digress. 

These runners are from the gold mine that is my brother's out of favour belongings. They're not really orange but they're a bit orange. I'm including them because when I wear them with the above jumper the coordination gives me a sense of enormous well being. Sadly these little canvas fellas don't stand a chance against the rain in Galway in November.

3. IKEA candle.

Carol treated me to this lovely festive pumpkin scented candle. It smells amazing. IKEA strikes again. The owl dish was a gift from a friend and fellow owl appreciator, Phil. 

4. Carrot and Orange Soup.

This image isn't really very informative. There is a baby pumpkin there to confuse you. The soup is pumpkin free. The soup recipe is from BBC GoodFood. I like it a lot though it is less of a meal than any other soup I've ever made. It well be a nice addition to lunch rather than lunch itself. Pocket friendly too. 

Fifty Shades of Black

The best part of a decade spent in college has meant that I have been practically broke throughout my twenties. Since I've just turned thirty I'm hoping that this will change soon but until it does I'm happy to wallow in sartorial hits from last season (really circa 2007) and rugby gear.

Laziness and a severe lack of patience has meant that limited income has not always been the root problem of my wardrobe – I know what I like but a combination of pennies and ‘meh’ have resulted in a look that can only be described as “..."

I often look at those around me with, I don’t know, style? in absolute envy – to me a good wardrobe is a signature of those who have their lives sorted and together, an easy observation to make considering that, on the scale of the actual floor to Everest, my life is not one thing I am on top of.

And hence the thought behind today’s post – clothes are meant to instill confidence and comfort and over the last while I’ve discovered that very few of mine do but they do instead say “CRINGE” loudly, and make me die a little inside each day at work, especially when I spot a new rip in the seams or even a new ink stain. Except for my 80s inspired puffball ra-ra gúna – that thing is a winner and will one day have its own post.

I’ve taken one such outfit from my cheapy-weepy collection to demonstrate the lowliness of my fashionista credentials – a black number that is old in parts (thrifty in all) which actually proves that many shades of black available cheaply an inspired outfit does not make.

Black boots which actually look brown here (and which, incidentally are a mere three weeks old) really accentuate the dusky hue of the, eh, black tights.

As we enter the second phase of this my-clothes-are-crap-so-my-future-is-obviously-bleak analysis, note the introduction of another shade of black, this time on my pretty patterned skirt; the stems of the flowers neatly mirroring the distracting reflection of light from the black plastic-ish tights.

Et voila. And you thought my skirt was black wha?! Three pictures in and we are finally provided with an image of what 'real' black looks like, a shade only made more obvious by the aforementioned 'black' but not black skirt. Thanks jumper! Although it's hard to make out, there is a hole the size of Guatemala on my left shoulder which I usually mistake for dandruff on my shoulder though I have that too. Today, it provides the eagle-eyed public with glimpses of my red bra strap. 

I really like how this outfit increases in degrees of blackness the further from my feet we go. You know, like in and around my soul. Laugh.

And now a reward for your patience with this absurdly pointless post - see if you can spot me camouflaged within my black armchair. 

Too many shades, too few words. So much shame.

Room to improve

Several months ago Flash and I took a trip to IKEA.

As a person with no budgeting skills I thought I'd be in safe hands shopping with Carol. I was wrong.

She encouraged me to buy everything I liked the look of.

Though I still haven’t finished paying off my credit card bill from that month I was very pleased with the end product.

I came away with a bedside table, a dining room table, two bins, a few storage boxes, a tin of green wood stain (still unused) and stack of photo frames. I also got another trolley full of smelly candles. No one leaves IKEA without candles.

I've always liked interiors and looking into beautiful people's beautiful homes, but I've always wondered where they keep their stuff. My solution for my room was two bins. I'd throw all of my rugby gear, the source of most of the mess in my life, in two bins under my new dining table desk.

It worked a treat. That evening I was very pleased with myself. I had a belly full of Swedish meatballs and a room that I felt was blog worthy. It was a wonderful 24 hours....

It has looked like this almost all of the time since. Like so many other things in my life, it's a mess. 

Let's Party!

Hanbag and I hosted some gal pals recently - a college rugby reunion with lovely people who are more successful than us. But that's ok, because they really are lovely people!

We went for a themeless theme, which was a lot of effort. It's hard work to make a party look like it's been no work to organise. Fortunately everyone had a blast! LOLZ!

 

We presented our beautiful guests with our themeless platter of almost out-of-date sausage rolls, tortilla chips WITH salsa (all boats having been pushed out), but the piece de resistance was Hannah's Pimms Jelly dessert, which didn't actually set so was really just a thick Pimms. We'll show you how to make that again. Watch out for that post!!

The banter was flowing, the wit pandemic - but with guests as sophisticated as these, and traditional Irish pressed cider abundant, of course we were guaranteed that. Then again, Hanbag and I know how to throw a mean party...can't wait for the next one!

Laugh.