I'm posting to apologise for the severe lack of posts recently! I said at the start of the year 2014 is gonna be mine. The musings and thoughts from my Words of Wisdom post has been itching away at me for weeks now. So I'm trying my bestest to make my dreams a reality and get things in motion. I'm stubborn as hell but when I want something I go for it full speed ahead. Lots of happenings, surprises, and whatnot occurring at the moment so keep your head up and peepers pealed for updates cos life is just starting to get interesting...
Saving has been the fundamental hobby of late. Well a necessity more-so than a hobby... Even my poor aul' wardrobe has suffered due to all this saving malarky hence the lack of outfit posts. I'd love to say normality will resume and shopping sprees will become a regular occurrence again but these savings are saved for something much more special and exciting which will inevitably leave me broke!
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raebelle
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Nostalgia, fashion & faraway dreams
Saturday, 26 April 2014
Monday, 7 April 2014
Reminiscing
The past few weeks in work have been hectic; mountains of paperwork, SS14' floor moves, prep for Mid Season Sale, and not to forgot the Boss' store visit. Luckily, all went smoothly and the Boss even attempted to give me a hug. Oblivious to the gesture, I patted her outstretched arms... 'Shattered' isn't even the word for how I'm feeling, so forgive me for not reading the signs. All the shenanigans has made me reminisce about my travels back home last month...
It seems forever ago that myself and Mam were cruising down to West Cork in the sunshine with shades on and bopping away to Garth Brooks, reliving childhood memories. It was lovely having some quality Mammy-daughter bonding. For as long as I can remember we spent ever summer in Cork. Since moving to Scotland I hadn't been in nearly 5 years. Unfortunately, the cliff cottage we used to rent got sold so we had to 'settle' for the local Celtic Ross Hotel, Rosscarberry; wined, dined and pampered to perfection. Can't complain at all!
Somebody was clearly looking down on us because we were blessed with sunshine on our trip. Strolling along the pebbly Owenahincha beach (in questionable boot footwear), and reading on the rocks was so therapeutic. I never have time to read anymore, so that in itself was a luxury! My mind was racing with story ideas so I kept jotting down notes on my phone (you never know)! We tackled the steep cliff walk, mosied through 100 Acre Wood (we were convinced as kids we spotted Winnie the Pooh every time we walked past), and ventured across to The Strand beach (much more sandy and comfortable).
My cousin Niamh organised her birthday celebrations one week early just for the benefit of me joining in on the antics! Albeit the night started out shaky enough with the threat of a gas leak outside her flat, making electricity a potential hazard and smoking briefly banned, but we made it work. Turned out to be a random cousin reunion in itself with free club entry, outdoors chats, and dancing our socks off. Great night altogether :)
Paddy's Day itself was civilsed enough, with a quiet family session at the local pub, mainly due to the fact I had been out the two previous nights. Night #2 involved a pre-Paddy's sesh at my friend's house. I wasn't even there an hour and I somehow managed to drench myself and my friend in cider!? Taxi antics on the way to clubs are always great craic; swigging the remaining drinks in the back of the car, desperately trying to reapply make-up in the dark, and chanting away to choons. Our night took a drastic turn when we had the 'pleasure' of meeting some of the cast of Tallafornia (Ireland's attempt of Jersey Shore) in the queue... Camara's were swiftly produced and selfies were had. I'm not proud of joining in on this but I quickly came to my senses and declined from the rest of the classy photography!
I thought I may have gone a tad overboard with the home comforts that accompanied me back to Aberdeen. However, considering the recent stress and the Zzzzzzzzzzzz-like days, I feel satisfied with this quantity of Tayto supplies as it's keeping me going!
raebelle
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It seems forever ago that myself and Mam were cruising down to West Cork in the sunshine with shades on and bopping away to Garth Brooks, reliving childhood memories. It was lovely having some quality Mammy-daughter bonding. For as long as I can remember we spent ever summer in Cork. Since moving to Scotland I hadn't been in nearly 5 years. Unfortunately, the cliff cottage we used to rent got sold so we had to 'settle' for the local Celtic Ross Hotel, Rosscarberry; wined, dined and pampered to perfection. Can't complain at all!Somebody was clearly looking down on us because we were blessed with sunshine on our trip. Strolling along the pebbly Owenahincha beach (in questionable boot footwear), and reading on the rocks was so therapeutic. I never have time to read anymore, so that in itself was a luxury! My mind was racing with story ideas so I kept jotting down notes on my phone (you never know)! We tackled the steep cliff walk, mosied through 100 Acre Wood (we were convinced as kids we spotted Winnie the Pooh every time we walked past), and ventured across to The Strand beach (much more sandy and comfortable).
My cousin Niamh organised her birthday celebrations one week early just for the benefit of me joining in on the antics! Albeit the night started out shaky enough with the threat of a gas leak outside her flat, making electricity a potential hazard and smoking briefly banned, but we made it work. Turned out to be a random cousin reunion in itself with free club entry, outdoors chats, and dancing our socks off. Great night altogether :)
Paddy's Day itself was civilsed enough, with a quiet family session at the local pub, mainly due to the fact I had been out the two previous nights. Night #2 involved a pre-Paddy's sesh at my friend's house. I wasn't even there an hour and I somehow managed to drench myself and my friend in cider!? Taxi antics on the way to clubs are always great craic; swigging the remaining drinks in the back of the car, desperately trying to reapply make-up in the dark, and chanting away to choons. Our night took a drastic turn when we had the 'pleasure' of meeting some of the cast of Tallafornia (Ireland's attempt of Jersey Shore) in the queue... Camara's were swiftly produced and selfies were had. I'm not proud of joining in on this but I quickly came to my senses and declined from the rest of the classy photography!
I thought I may have gone a tad overboard with the home comforts that accompanied me back to Aberdeen. However, considering the recent stress and the Zzzzzzzzzzzz-like days, I feel satisfied with this quantity of Tayto supplies as it's keeping me going!raebelle
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