Wow! So the sun came out for the first time in what has seemed like months (what I mean is the sun and some heat came out at the same time) and I burst into action.
Typical Busy Girls style I managed to walk the dogs, go for a bike ride, ride the dogs around the block with the bike, weed and tidy the garden, make a Sunday Roast with all the trimmings, write a business proposal that has been bugging me all week and hoover the whole house.
It's 6pm and I've done a couple of days' worth of activities in one!
What a difference the sunshine makes... xx
Sunday, 29 March 2009
Monday, 12 January 2009
why so bloomin' miserable?
As I did my weekly post office / chemist / milk purchase pootle around the local village this afternoon (I'm not eighty, just live like an eighty-year-old obviously), I couldn't help but notice how flippin' miserable everyone is.
The lady in front of me couldn't have cracked a smile should her life have depended on it... the corners of her lips were so down-turned that I nearly reached out and poked her face to see if it was stuck.
She may well have had a very bad day, but the poor man behind the counter didn't need to receive an onslaught of negative vibes just because she was unhappy!
So, to combat her negative ions, in a kind of crazy energy super-hero way, I bombarded the post office man with smiles, kindly looks, chuckles and giggles and wished him all the best.
Probably thought I was flirting with him... he was twice my age, plus some. Oh well!
Why not spread some happiness today Busy Girl? God knows no one else is bothering!
Ella xx
The lady in front of me couldn't have cracked a smile should her life have depended on it... the corners of her lips were so down-turned that I nearly reached out and poked her face to see if it was stuck.
She may well have had a very bad day, but the poor man behind the counter didn't need to receive an onslaught of negative vibes just because she was unhappy!
So, to combat her negative ions, in a kind of crazy energy super-hero way, I bombarded the post office man with smiles, kindly looks, chuckles and giggles and wished him all the best.
Probably thought I was flirting with him... he was twice my age, plus some. Oh well!
Why not spread some happiness today Busy Girl? God knows no one else is bothering!
Ella xx
Thursday, 20 November 2008
Very cunning...
Popped into the Trafford Centre for lunch with a friend at the weekend. On my way out I thought I have a quick squizz around the shops (would be rude not to), and stopped off at my old favourite TopShop - next to HMV.
I was delighted to lay my hands on some lovely bits - a gorgeous cobalt blue tshirt dress (only £35), a stunning blue party dress (only £30?!) and a rich yellow t-shirt dress. I couldn't believe only ten minutes in and I'd found 3 perfect items.
It was then that the confusion set in... what does DP stand for? Dorothy... "why have they got Dorothy Perkins stuff in TopShop?", "I never go to Dorothy Perkins, it's too old fashioned?!?"
It was only then I realised that about a month ago, TopShop had moved to the other side of the Trafford Centre and Dorothy Perkins must have taken their old store on. More to the point, they had totally copied TopShop's store layout and branding.
Well - that's really opened my eyes. I was blind to Dotty P's before this (too old, too dull, etc) - I'd become a convert - purely by thinking I was in TopShop
So I guess I'm saying get yourself down to Dorothy Perkins Busy Girl!
Ella xxx
I was delighted to lay my hands on some lovely bits - a gorgeous cobalt blue tshirt dress (only £35), a stunning blue party dress (only £30?!) and a rich yellow t-shirt dress. I couldn't believe only ten minutes in and I'd found 3 perfect items.
It was then that the confusion set in... what does DP stand for? Dorothy... "why have they got Dorothy Perkins stuff in TopShop?", "I never go to Dorothy Perkins, it's too old fashioned?!?"
It was only then I realised that about a month ago, TopShop had moved to the other side of the Trafford Centre and Dorothy Perkins must have taken their old store on. More to the point, they had totally copied TopShop's store layout and branding.
Well - that's really opened my eyes. I was blind to Dotty P's before this (too old, too dull, etc) - I'd become a convert - purely by thinking I was in TopShop
So I guess I'm saying get yourself down to Dorothy Perkins Busy Girl!
Ella xxx
Tuesday, 18 November 2008
Give in or get up
Somedays it's just so hard to get out of bed... I can honestly say that lying in bed on a cold winter's morning is so lovely, so comfy that I really can't tear myself away.
Yet I'm surrounded by people who need very little sleep - only 4 to 5 hours a night, some of them. I simply can't understand it - unless I have my full 8 hours I'm absolutely useless, yawning at 2pm and asleep in front of the TV at 8pm!
This morning really was a case of 'get up or give in'... could I get away with a day in bed? Not really. What would I say I'd been doing all day? I literally had to convince myself that getting up was the best option. How lazy?!
I haven't spent a whole say in bed since I was a University Fresher.
That's it you see. The truth is, too much of a good thing is bad for you, even lying in bed gets boring after a while.
Only 16 hours and I can do it all again...
Ella xxx
Yet I'm surrounded by people who need very little sleep - only 4 to 5 hours a night, some of them. I simply can't understand it - unless I have my full 8 hours I'm absolutely useless, yawning at 2pm and asleep in front of the TV at 8pm!
This morning really was a case of 'get up or give in'... could I get away with a day in bed? Not really. What would I say I'd been doing all day? I literally had to convince myself that getting up was the best option. How lazy?!
I haven't spent a whole say in bed since I was a University Fresher.
That's it you see. The truth is, too much of a good thing is bad for you, even lying in bed gets boring after a while.
Only 16 hours and I can do it all again...
Ella xxx
Tuesday, 11 November 2008
how can this be? am I really that feable?
I've actually worked it out. In the last 3 months, I've had 2 year's worth of colds.
How can this be? Surely my body isn't so decrepit that it can keep on letting in the bugs? I've been necking echinacea like it's vintage Veuve (I wish, for £2 a bottle!) and have been chewing my Bassetts 'soft and chewy vitamins for me and you...' like I'm having a Friday night Haribo-fest and yet, yet, I'm still bloomin' ill!
Oh to live in a warm, bright and light country where I would never catch a cold...
... I should have been born in the wild plains of South Africa (the non-violent area of course), as a child playing in the never-ending heat and sunshine, with monkeys and tigers as my friends... I'd set up my beautiful home with billowing handmade silk sheets strewn around rustic huts surrounding my open air bedroom, with nothing but the sound of exotic birds and animals to keep me from my dreamy sleep each night...
But no. I live in the reality of South Manchester, in November.
Cold, wet, miserable and dark.
From now on, you can call me Jane... now where's Tarzan with my cup of tea?
Ella xxx
How can this be? Surely my body isn't so decrepit that it can keep on letting in the bugs? I've been necking echinacea like it's vintage Veuve (I wish, for £2 a bottle!) and have been chewing my Bassetts 'soft and chewy vitamins for me and you...' like I'm having a Friday night Haribo-fest and yet, yet, I'm still bloomin' ill!
Oh to live in a warm, bright and light country where I would never catch a cold...
... I should have been born in the wild plains of South Africa (the non-violent area of course), as a child playing in the never-ending heat and sunshine, with monkeys and tigers as my friends... I'd set up my beautiful home with billowing handmade silk sheets strewn around rustic huts surrounding my open air bedroom, with nothing but the sound of exotic birds and animals to keep me from my dreamy sleep each night...
But no. I live in the reality of South Manchester, in November.
Cold, wet, miserable and dark.
From now on, you can call me Jane... now where's Tarzan with my cup of tea?
Ella xxx
Thursday, 9 October 2008
morning dew
If you've ever had the misfortune of being woken up by the dog barking at 6am, then you may also have noticed how beautiful the sky can be at that time in the morning.
After feeling like I'd been hit with a shovel (in my book there's nothing worse than being woken from a deep sleep) I turned to face the window and saw a beautiful red glow from outside.
Not the usual hideous orange tinge that eminates from the street lights (why do they have orange?) but a pale pinky red haze of morning sun. It was so beautiful I decided then and there to get up, put on my cycling shorts and go for a very early morning cycle, to appreciate the beauty of the morning - how divine.
It seems that getting more sleep was a far more divine option. The next thing I knew it was 7.04am and my phone alarm was blaring out 'Bleeding Love' whilst I pulled a pillow over my head to try to drain out the beautiful (but irritatingly loud) Leona Lewis.
So much for my good intentions... maybe I'll cycle at 6am tomorrow - if it's another beautiful day of course...
BGG xx
After feeling like I'd been hit with a shovel (in my book there's nothing worse than being woken from a deep sleep) I turned to face the window and saw a beautiful red glow from outside.
Not the usual hideous orange tinge that eminates from the street lights (why do they have orange?) but a pale pinky red haze of morning sun. It was so beautiful I decided then and there to get up, put on my cycling shorts and go for a very early morning cycle, to appreciate the beauty of the morning - how divine.
It seems that getting more sleep was a far more divine option. The next thing I knew it was 7.04am and my phone alarm was blaring out 'Bleeding Love' whilst I pulled a pillow over my head to try to drain out the beautiful (but irritatingly loud) Leona Lewis.
So much for my good intentions... maybe I'll cycle at 6am tomorrow - if it's another beautiful day of course...
BGG xx
Wednesday, 8 October 2008
Winter fashion's driving me wild
Have you seen this season's fashion collections? Just one trip to the Trafford centre had me in a wild 'buy now!' panic - and I'd only walked through Selfridges...
Have the designers spent their summer at the 'excel yourself' boot camp and come back armed with panache and style? Everything this season is easy to wear, diverse enough for all shapes and sizes and in a fantastic selection of colours to suit all skin types - it's simply fantastic.
Chunky knits, pencil skirts, party dresses galore, lace, vintage, cashmere, stunning 'Marc Jacobs' and Dior style boots - and that's only TopShop!
I never thought I'd say this but I couldn't wait to get into my black polo necks, ponchos and woolly tights this year. After many a day of tripping into town in peep-toe sandals only for the skies to open and rain on my fashion parade, I was delighted to be able to pull on my chunky knee-high boots signal a 2 fingered salute to the impending rain.
I am Loving wearing big baggy jumper dresses. I can't Wait to find a stunning pair of black biker-style boots to wear with my new black poncho and I simply can't Contain myself until ski season.
I've taken winter by its woolly lapels - I'm loving it. Now, if the rain could just hold off long enough for me to wear my favourite suede boots, I'd be even more impressed.
BGG xxx
Have the designers spent their summer at the 'excel yourself' boot camp and come back armed with panache and style? Everything this season is easy to wear, diverse enough for all shapes and sizes and in a fantastic selection of colours to suit all skin types - it's simply fantastic.
Chunky knits, pencil skirts, party dresses galore, lace, vintage, cashmere, stunning 'Marc Jacobs' and Dior style boots - and that's only TopShop!
I never thought I'd say this but I couldn't wait to get into my black polo necks, ponchos and woolly tights this year. After many a day of tripping into town in peep-toe sandals only for the skies to open and rain on my fashion parade, I was delighted to be able to pull on my chunky knee-high boots signal a 2 fingered salute to the impending rain.
I am Loving wearing big baggy jumper dresses. I can't Wait to find a stunning pair of black biker-style boots to wear with my new black poncho and I simply can't Contain myself until ski season.
I've taken winter by its woolly lapels - I'm loving it. Now, if the rain could just hold off long enough for me to wear my favourite suede boots, I'd be even more impressed.
BGG xxx
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