Putting up some artwork that’s been sat around for ages.
Sewing again. Machine and hand.
New moisturisers.
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Make a pair of trousers from a new pattern. Undid the mistakes. Altered the legs.
Watermelon.
Face mask.
Little cute glass of bubbles for NYE
Staying up until midnight with Fiona to watch the fireworks (and the DRONES!)
Face mask and new skin care.
Watching a woman getting all her hair chopped off to donate. I stayed after my haircut was over just to watch.
Christmas treats and a cup of tea.
Married at First Sight.
Looking after myself – buying food, cleaning the bathroom, buying moisturiser, cooking soup.
A bath.
Jonny went out so I could be untalkative without feeling bad.
The sun is starting to come back out. Thank god!
Planning a Christmas day with Sean and organising all the food. Making crackers and felt hats and wrapping presents. Buying Christmas scented candles and batteries to make the fairy lights brighter.
Changing my dungarees into comfy trousers.
A bath, with candles, a face mask (dropped off by Libby today) and a sound bath.
Our pegging stuff arrived!
Doing the Insta takeover and chatting to Katy’s lovely audience. And selling a few tickets too!
Hearing that what I’m doing is making a difference.
Acupuncture. A last minute decision but it was nice.
P.s. a little bedtime facetime with Jen
I took myself out for a walk along the Parkland Walk to make sure I moved and breathed.
The branding call with Liv and Oddbox. It helped make me feel more creative again.
Deciding to not do work in the afternoon and put together a pattern for a top I want to make.
Going for a walk with Jonny at the golden hour.
Taking the day off. Sleeping, reading and sewing were needed.
Mars ice cream.
The soft light this evening.
The soft air in the park. And the cut grass and the gravel and the space.
Getting up early and feeling no anxiety about Jonny. Feeling like I have the time to meditate without getting on edge or on a time limit.
Doing a spine yoga. And hearing my back click.
Changing the water for my flowers that Soph sent me. And rearranging them better.
Derry Girls on Bake Off.
Coming home after lunch and reading my book on the sofa.
Cute dog photos.
Floating in a salty pod, in the dark for an hour.
Hungarian Granny’s Favourite tea afterwards.
A morning message from James asking how I am. That was really appreciated.
A short self love yoga with lots of massaging of shoulders and feet. Plus some freestyle yoga afterwards.
Animals.
An immediate haircut
A nap on the sofa
Summer evenings, early nights and good books
Adam getting a Drive Now car and driving me home because it was raining too damn hard.
I’m going on holiday in a few days time! Goodbye shitty rainy June weather!
Yoga in the living room. Green tea. Dark chocolate. And a whole evening of reading my book.
Talking to Andrew about vulvas, penises, willies and dicks.
Deciding to come home and relax rather than go to the talk.
Being helpful to Andrew when Claudia was being a complete dickhead. It felt good to be needed and to be able to help.
The long awaited canals meeting is over! A big smile of relief to tick that one off.
Delicious bread with olives in. I love olive bread.
A massage with Joy
Lunchtime walk in the park and discovering this bench. This bench that feels so me.
The two women sat on the bench, in the sun, under the turning leaves. Idyllic.
Friday night yoga, healthy dinner and a mini DIY facial. This is my kind of Friday night.
My first food processor. What an adult and lovely thing to buy. And hello first soup I made with it!
My period started. Two weeks late and totally out of the blue.
Honestly. Thinking about Stuart. I don’t know what to do but I enjoyed the daydreams today.
Bright autumn trees
Sharing kitkats with colleagues
Yoga. In the dark.
Giving myself the morning to finish Atonement and relax in bed.
The #freeperiods protest outside Downing Street. Lots of cheering, glitter, red and menstrual products. And lots of fabulous feminists, obviously.
Chatting to Holly in New York. So nice to catch up.
The smell of the autumn leaves.
I sewed a bib for my friends new baby. I haven’t sewn in a while so that was really nice.
A massage from Joy.
And watching Blue Planet II with the housemates.
Yoga. Distracting, stretchy yoga.
Grace and Frankie. Especially the vagina chat. Yas queens. Then when I was searching for a photo for this blog I discovered that Frankie does vagina artwork. God I love her. This is one of my favourite pieces by Frankie Bergstein.
Hearing from J Lo. Bambee. Glad he’s keeping that going.
This is a bit of a special one off post. Last year I decided to write down all the new things I did in 2016. Partly this is because it’s good to recognise and celebrate the new things you do in your life, just like it’s going to recognise and celebrate the things that make you smile. Partly it was because I’d just broken up with my boyfriend of 6 and a half years and I needed to remind myself that I was strong and I was doing new, exciting things by myself.
Some were exciting – I went skiing. I went on holiday to Toulouse by myself. I performed on stage with Sister Sledge. I went on my first internet date. I walked up Ben Nevis at night.
Some were less exciting but still new experiences. I ate a fresh fig. I bought a wig. I drank bubble tea. I watched Gogglebox.
And some were just silly. I washed and cut off some of my pubic hair in the Southbank Centre as part of an art project for Women of the World festival. I cleaned stairs with a toothbrush. I waxed off my moustache.
In all, I did 78 new things in 2016. And reading back through them makes me smile so much. I’m proud of myself. And I’m impressed. Maybe this year I’ll do 80 new things. Maybe I won’t. But at least I’m here, giving everything a go.
Chatting to the homeless man I used to walk past everyday. He remembered me and even asked about my new job.
A head massage, a glass of wine and a haircut.
Dinner with Becky’s posh friend.
Three little things 