With my fascination of documenting the every day it was inevitable that I would, one day, begin to participate in Morgana’s #LittleLoves series. With the premise being to remember those small, sometimes overlooked, joys that light up each week, I wanted to take my love of journaling one step further.
So, here we are, and what a week I’ve chosen to start with as this week marked my 33rd birthday. With both of my closest friends being on maternity leave, we took the opportunity to go for brunch at Cobble, in Ormskirk (one of my favourite places to sip coffee and watch the world go by), talk weddings and lavish in new baby cuddles.
This time last year, I discovered Margaret Atwood’s ‘The Handmaid’s Tale’ and became immersed in reading more of her gloriously dystopian books. I was dedicating time to read, usually at the end of the working day. Now that I commute into Manchester, I’ve lost that glorious mid-afternoon hour to motorway traffic but I’m reclaiming it before sleep, starting with Atwood’s ‘The Year of the Flood’. Although I’m only 18 pages in, I have so many questions that have so far gone unanswered. From the first paragraph, I want to know: Why does the elevator no longer work? And, why, if Toby slips and falls climbing to the room, won’t there be anyone to pick her up?
The Great British Bake Off. I know what you’re thinking, didn’t we all? Well, no. This was the first episode I’ve purposefully sat down to watch (better late than never, huh?). I’ve surmised that Bake Off is essentially, watching people bake whilst you yourself eat cake with a few quips from Noel Fielding. This I can get on board with.
How could I forget ‘The Layover’ – the gloriously, mind-numbing film I watched on Sunday evening in an attempt to relax before the working week. Billed as a comedy, the plot centres on two friends competing for the attention of a love interest when their flight is cancelled due to a hurricane. Bordering on slapstick at times, it certainly provided a laugh or two.
After booking tickets for their December tour, this week I’ve continued my obsession with American pop punk band Knuckle Puck – specifically, their EP ‘While I Stay Secluded’ and new album ‘Shapeshifter’. Although it’s not quite as addictive, it’s a welcome addition to my Spotify playlist and I’m sure it’ll grow on me ahead of their Manchester show.
And with the arrival of #StormBrian, who didn’t have the Arctic Monkey’s ‘Brianstorm’ as an unwelcome ear worm last weekend? That said, it did provide the perfect soundtrack to accompany the strong wind and downpours, as well as the perfect excuse to spend a slow weekend at home.
New blogging friends. It’s absolutely wonderful to meet bloggers who are very much on your wavelength and willing to support you – even though they barely know you. Steffany, the design brains behind boutique creative studio ‘Haus of Coco‘, is helping me to redesign and reimagine Polkadot Pink, bringing it up to date while staying true to my style.
Recently, I’ve been investing in my work wardrobe making autumn/winter purchases mostly from online retailers. I work full-time in a creative office, so I have complete freedom when choosing how to dress. This week, I’ve wore lots of new (and new-to-me) clothes. I took advantage of a 20% discount offer and invested in this polka dot Clara dress in a gorgeous burgundy colour and have used my staff discount to buy this smock style dress. I’ve decided that as I spend 37.5 hours a week in the office – I may as well be comfortable and presentable, while attempting to feel good about myself.
Following on from our trip to Lake Bled, Slovenia, John and I’s wedding plans are starting to take shape. As you know, two weeks ago, I visited Magpie Wedding _ The Show and this weekend, we will travel to Falmouth to meet with Mirri Damer (the designer of my engagement ring, featured here) to discuss the design of our wedding bands. We’ve never visited Falmouth before, but it holds a lot of sentimental value to John’s sister – who got engaged on Gyllyngvase beach, so to discover Mirri Damer’s studio is based there feels like fate.