Wednesday, 23 April 2014

April's Memory: rock climbing

So we're onto our third memory of the year, and this one's probably been my favourite.  Don't get me wrong, riding bikes in London was a really lovely day out, but I came home feeling on top of the world after this challenge and felt like I'd really achieved something.

I'll be honest, when we turned up on a drizzly Sunday morning and saw only men in the climbing centre, we did turn back around and have to regroup outside to decide if we really wanted to go through with it.  Taking a deep breath we headed back inside to don our harnesses and were, thankfully, greeted by a female instructor.

It sounds silly, but being a wuss in front of a lady helped to keep my pride slightly more in check.  And I was surprised to learn that I was pretty good climbing up...coming back down was more of a problem.  Picture me swinging around for a little bit before eventually giving up and being winced down instead.  And remember how scared I said Zara was?  She was actually really good; much more graceful at the abseiling and managed to get higher than me (due to my fear of having to come back down properly!) on a few of the walls.

In fact, Zara could well be a convert!  On the way out she picked up a leaflet and may or may not go back for more.  It was a fun activity and something that I was surprised to find we genuinely enjoyed.  I think we're both hoping for a less strenuous challenge next month though!

Monday, 21 April 2014

Time off work in numbers

Image found via pinterest 

17 lie-ins.  And by that I mean waking up at 8am rather than 6:20.
38 minutes travelling to London to watch Warhorse.
2 times seeing Lizzie in one week....that's a record!
2048 ...the game that stole my time.
4 missed classes at the gym, and;
4 meals out.  See the link between my expanding waistline?!
28 pounds.  The price of the perfect "night out" bag.  
5 body butters that made their way home from The Body Shop with me.  There was a sale on + a discount code + my favourite smell + I have an addiction.
  0 days left!!  

Friday, 18 April 2014

Buy the Trend: 90s revival

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Being born in the tail-end of the 80s means that the 90s was my era.  I don't know how I feel about fashion's 90s obsession at the moment; on the one hand I like seeing the influences creep in, on the other, I fear a full-on comeback of trends I don't look back on too fondly.  But in the interests of being well-rounded, I'm putting my own prejudices aside when I bring you this list.  I like a lot of it, but some is included for nostalgia's sake.  Hey you never know, I hear some people actually like jelly shoes at the moment....

1.  There was a lot of denim in the 90s.  From what I remember, "stonewash" was the buzzword, so keep it light.  And blue.
2.  While we're on the subject of denim, skinny jeans didn't exist back in the day.  
3. Who remembers All Saints?  I now know that combat trousers were 'never ever' flattering on me, but the simple cami-style tops definitely have a place in my wardrobe.
4. Florals were a real feature of the 90s.  Keep it daisy print and you're good to go.

So I like the ear cuffs.  I like the bodysuits (aesthetically, not practically.  I remember the awkwardness of them!) and I like the cami tops.  I think because 90s is the first fashion revival that I was alive to remember, it makes me hold my breath a little.  I guess I'm just anxious that it'll go a step too far.  Or has it already?  I'm definitely not ready for the scrunchies or jellies, although I'm on the fence about the return of the bomber jacket.  You know me, I just need someone looking really awesome in a 90s inspired outfit and I'll be all over that shizz.  Link me up and change my mind?! 

P.S.  Check out this list of meanings behind gummy bands.  I'm sure if my Mum knew what they really meant, I'd have never been allowed any!

Wednesday, 16 April 2014

First impressions: Lush Dirty Toothy Tabs

Let's cut to the chase.  If you take one thing away from this blog post, it's don't buy these.  I got over excited and bought two packs, and in the words of my Mum: "they should be paying you to use that stuff."

I'll start by saying that I got my wires crossed when I picked these up.  I thought the Dirty Toothy Tabs were a chewable toothpaste and would be handy for on the go, until (5 minutes after paying, typical.) I realised they need to be used with a toothbrush.  I thought the point was that they are portable time savers, when in actual fact they're trying to cut down on aluminium tubes.  All good, but not what I wanted them for. 

I can get past that though, the problem is that they're horrendous!  There really is no other way to say it.  They smell delicious, spearmint-y and lovely, but I've never known something to taste so unlike how it smells.  I've only ever managed to try less than a quarter of one of these tablets, but they're salty, bitter, soapy and nothing like toothpaste.  The resounding opinion from all my "willing participants" has been that there's no way they could manage to use one of these little tablets to brush their teeth.  Apart from Ed, it seems, whose verdict was that "they just taste like soapy toothpaste?"

I guess everyone's taste buds are different, and one blogger's disgusting soapy mouthful of soap is another's best thing since slice bread.  And at £2 it's no big deal if you do buy this and hate it; I'd love to know if anybody out there actually does like these?