Germany: eins.

So I have been absent from the blogging-sphere (or indeed the internet!) this last week whilst I visited my great German friends just outside of Frankfurt. Seriously, it was an awesome week. They bring out the best in me, and I found myself skipping and clapping and singing to myself every so often because I was so happy.

Tomorrow I will sort out the photos and bombard you with another post or two about Germany, but for now I am totally wiped out- I had roughly two and a half hours sleep last night, courtesy of a shisha and cocktail party (don't worry, I didn't smoke!), a late-night home screening of "Ten things I hate about you"- my favourite film in the world- and a long conversation which last until half four in the morning! Not the best idea when I have to get up at 7 to get to the airport on time!

Love you guys,

Say x

ps. Does anyone else find it mildly amusing that spell-check doesn't recognise the word "blog" when you are writing a blog post?

I'm off!

Right, I'm off to Frankfurt today to meet up with these guys! Sorry I haven't been posting- the weather is awful and I may or may not have broken my sewing machine! Hopefully I'll have lots to post about when I get back!

Love you guys!

Say x

Sometimes you just can't resist!

When I saw this Ted Baker dress in the charity shop for just £10, I just knew I had to try it on. It was my size and felt expensive. I found myself swanning out of the changing room and swishing to the end of the shop where the full length mirror was, turning slowly clockwise and then anti-clockwise as another charity shop-shopper ooo-ed and aaah-ed. Let's face it: I didn't need it. I have no weddings on the horizon other than the ones I am shooting, and a dress is just impractical. It is too long to be worn casually and requires dry cleaning.

So obviously I bought it!

It will probably live in my wardrobe until I can find an excuse to wear it, but I don't think I would have been able to walk away from it :P

Happy Monday Guys!

Say x

ps. I am going to Germany next Monday for a week, and if anyone is interested in guest posting about holidays or travelling, then email me on: sholt.03901@farnborough.ac.uk :) I would love to hear from you!

Dress Refashion :)

I bought this dress in TK Maxx for £10 a while back because I fell in love with the neckline, sleeves and the colour of the stripes. I was supposed to wear it for a party but was too ill to go, so it has lived in my wardrobe ever since. It is just a bit to baggy and unshapely and every time I put it on, I never ended up actually wearing it.

Enter: sewing machine.

Make it in to a smart-casual shirt!

And now I love it even more!

I have a dress which has kind of ended up a bit like a granny's nightie which I will attempt to style and share with you guys soon, but until then,

Say x

Anne.

Dress: H&M, Cardigan: New Look

I have become kind of cynical about relationships recently. I began to doubt if people really could continue to love each other or whether they simply grow used to the company and stay together.

Forever has suddenly turned into two and a half years. "I love you" suddenly has an unspoken "for now" on the end. I doubt the happy smiles, wondering when they will become sarcastic eye-rolls and sighs.

Erin recently wrote on her blog that every relationship takes a piece of your heart. And I honestly believe that every experience alters you just a little bit. And I feel that my last relationship has taken away my naive and hopeful longing for a relationship that will "last forever".

So I began to think that even if a man was to come along, promise to love me forever, and always think I'm beautiful and always hold me when I needed him, that I wouldn't believe him. That I would walk away so that I don't get hurt, that I would look him straight in the eye and tell him that he, and every other guy, is a liar. That even if he believed that now, it won't last. But here is where I have been going wrong. I have lumped all men and all relationships in together.

My Grandmother, Anne, is staying with us at the moment and we went on a long walk through the winding lanes of Surrey's countryside and spoke about life. She has been married to my Grandad since she was 19 years old, she had my father at 20 and has lived in the same house for 44 years. I asked her if she was happy. She explained to me that she wouldn't want to be without Jack, that she could never see herself being with anyone else and neither did she want to be. She told me that although she had had boyfriends before, when she met Jack she knew that he was different, that he was 'the one'. She doesn't spend every waking minute with him, doesn't walk along holding his hand and doesn't even sleep in the same room as him, but she loves him. And it gave me hope once more.

I am not suddenly cured of my more realistic attitude to love, floating back off into the romantic, fairytale clouds. But I did realise that not every relationship ends, that some feelings remain forever.

And I also realised that, despite what I have been telling myself, that I don't want or need a long term, serious relationship, that I want what Anne and Jack have. That I want to share my life with someone.

Happy Anniversary Jack and Anne! I love you :)

I appologise for the ramble,
Say x