Today marks the Autumn Equinox. The day when both the North Pole and South Pole are fully alined giving the northern and southern hemisphere the same hours of daylight. As we leave the summer behind and embark on the change of seasons into Autumn I thought we would all like a bit of a summer wind up, a chance to look back and look forward. I LOVE autumn. Its my favourite season for so many reasons. Summer is great; light nights, warm air, holidays etc they are all great but in my opinion you just can’t beat a thick wolly jumper, a scarf, a hat and a hot cup o’ cocoa. As the leaves change colour and everything retreats to prepare for the cold to come my inner granny comes out and I’m not complaining, cozy nights and candles become family favourite and soups and stews replace bbq food. In this post I’m going to wrap up my summer, forecast for the autumn and share what I love most about this time of year.
Well I think the most obvious confession I can make is that blogging every day for 30 days has been bloody hard! I have posted something for every day but not to the planned schedule. Never mind! We have reached the end of the challenge now thank goodness.
I am currently on holiday in a very densely Dutch populated area of Spain, staying in a Dutch-owned villa. Erm Hello Inspiration! Keep your eyes peeled folks we are talking supermarket shopping, my dads attempt at watching dutch TV, spotting the Dutch on a beach (in series to The Flying Dutch Man – Sport the Dutch in a crowded English Airport), oh and theres Dutch vogue. But talking longer term I hope to and plan to continue blogging as long as you continue reading.
This is one for the girls to relate to rather than the boys I’m afraid. Rather than have a list of embracing moments I only really have one to mind. I like to think that I am pretty hard to embarrass if I’m being honest.
My most hilariously embarrassing moment happened in Jersey. An island off France owned by the UK. Its a perfect mix of feeling foreign aka the street names are in french but English is that every is and speaks english and you pay using the English pound.
So I’m there on Easter break about 4 years ago now in they quaint little B&B. I return from a busy day of shopping and sitting on the beach wall over looking the sea and all things quintessential for a Brit abroad when I enter the list with this most beautifulest French man I have EVER clapped eyes on. Like seriously gorgeous. So I’m trying to look cool, tousling my hair, breathing in so that I look thinner and my boobs a little bigger when I go into my handbag for my room key.
This is where I start to feel like I am on candid camera or part of some TV advert. Out I pulled the room key with such sophistication as I threw a tampon at Mr France. It hit the floor with a mighty thud and rolled along the vinyl to his sandal. Now either in that split second I turned into the new face of Tampax or there is some tv show laughing at my expense or what. I was mortified but at the same time I burst out laughing, he laughed, I turned the same shade of red as my lipstick and he got out of the lift. Was it his floor? I don’t know. Perhaps he was just too embarrassed to be in such a small box with a woman throwing sanitary towels at strange handsome men.
Tip: Keep you sanitary products in a wallet or zipped pocket away from keys!
Hilarious TV gold!
So I’m on the downward spiral of my 30 days of blogging now and I’m a few posts behind. I am endeavouring to catch up but this one has got me stumped.
My hidden talent…I don’t know as to if i have one or not. Erm…can I come back to this?!
I don’t think anyone should be choosy or resigned to a specific type when it comes to love. Its all about how it feel rather than what we may think we want.
Here is where Little Miss Shallow steps in.
I like dark haired men. I am a stickler for politeness and intelligence. I’m not a fan of muscular men, that six pack and big shoulders things may look good on a CK advert but I prefer men to look like men, normal, well fed and gentlemanly. My friends always joke that I only like ‘boring and normal looking men’ but its true in a way. I want someone that doesn’t spend hours in the mirror, that can eat a proper Sunday lunch or a traditional breakfast and knows his way around the odd romantic gesture and I say odd because too much would creep me out slightly. Not much to ask for really is it.
My dad has a check list of what he will and won’t allow which me and my mom tease him about. The list, if left to him, would be never ending!!
I’ve got the rest of my life to find someone and do all that loveydovey stuff and they don’t have to conform to any criteria, if it feels right it normally is right. Hey I’m not perfect, nobody really is why should we put society constructed expectations on each other before we give ourselves chance to say ‘Hello’.
Real Life Example: My mom preferred blonde men. My dad has loads of black curly hair and they’ve been happily married 27 years. In fact back in 1987 when they married he had an afro and a mustash. Now if she had stuck to her guns about blonde men, there would not be a ME! Aren’t you all lucky!