I’m trying a timed post today, to see how things work… Here goes…

Today, my two brothers and two cousins got their A level results, they had been waiting for them for a couple of months, and they had all worked so hard. Facebook has been filled with proud parents, brothers and sisters (including me!) celebrating their successes and looking to their future. I don’t disagree with this, because I myself could not contain the excitement for my brothers I had when I found out their good news. Sometimes I look on my Facebook feed and instead of seeing a feed of important, real news, I see things that make me think ‘really?! This is a life defining moment’! Life in my opinion, is a sum of many parts. My husband and I watched One Born Every Minute last night. I’ve never watched anything like that with him before, and on some occasions he did grab my hand and wince. This was a programme filled with moments. The moment when the man suddenly realised he had just become a dad and was holding his baby for the first time, the moment when the midwife was crying because it was such a beautiful miracle, the moment when the husband was suddenly very worried that there was something wrong with his wife… I often look at Facebook and see photos of someone’s holiday, or a status about a trip to the zoo, or that someone’s washer has broken –  they are the moments that connect, like a giant dot to dot, making the picture.

Some people are off to university, some people are waiting to hear from clearing and others are looking to other non-academic ends. For me, I can barely sympathise with the waiting for A level/university places gig. I didn’t make it past the first year of college, and not out of a ‘I’m not clever enough’ drop out, but choosing to leave thanks to being offered a well paid (for a sixteen year old) job and wanting the money more than the qualifications.

I don’t regret my decision for the most part, I got first hand ‘real world’ experience that I could never have gained anywhere else but at work. I could never have independently afforded to have learnt to drive, or buy my first car without my wages, nor could I have afforded some of the holidays I went on. I regret my decision in the way that I grew up too fast, I was a grown up too soon and I wanted things that other people my age didn’t want. Living and working amongst thirty-something people shaped decisions I made. I don’t dislike my life, and I wouldn’t change my husband or my family for the world, but if you had told my 15 year old self the dreams of being a translator with a degree wouldn’t happen the way I planned, I would never had believed you.

I’m proud of my brothers and cousins, they have done so well for themselves and should be so proud of the people they have become. Even though they all did so well, they are more than what those pieces of paper say about them, they are more than the letters they were given, they are more than the universities they will attend, or the things in the future they will do. They are all fantastic.

I watch Made in Chelsea. Its one of my little secrets, that I don’t admit to freely in public (…except on my public blog, naturally) and I’ve just caught up with the first LA episode. I like the characters. I don’t know how real they are, or how true to their normal selves they are, but I especially like Mark Francis Vandelli. He is so particularly outrageous and flamboyant, but he makes me giggle. Sometimes I watch the programme and wonder about wasted wealth and money. For example, these people are the heirs and heiresses of huge companies and fortunes – they could use their money for so many things to benefit others in the world, but they choose to spend it on private jets, several purchases at the Gucci store, limos, parties, shoes etc. I’m not even sure if they ever do their own hair without the hairdresser, or put their own make up on. Sure, I wish it could be me, with a small portion of their fortune, and I’m not saying I would be completely altruistic if I had a sudden windfall(!) but I do sometimes feel saddened by the waste.

With that in mind, I’m off to have dreams about my brand new BMW X5.

It was meant to be a quiet month…

June was meant to be a quiet month. My husband was scheduled to go away to France for ten days the day after his birthday and leave me alone to fend for myself. It is still true, he has gone to France and I am still home alone fending for myself. We spent weeks looking at new build houses earlier this year to find one that suited us and subsequently got nowhere fast. Things were either too small or too expensive or not ready to complete at the right time. So in the end we gave up and resigned ourselves to the fact something was clearly telling us that it was not the right time for us. So then I got this email from Redrow two weeks ago telling us about a development and I got no further than the website before I wrote it off. Out of interest though, I looked on Rightmove just to settle my curiosity, to see if I missed anything. Right at the top, there was an advertisement from a different developer, in a location we had never even thought of before (which turns out to be the best out of all of them) that was going to be ready at the right time. So we went down and fell in love. It sounds really stupid but we had never had that feeling from any other house before and everything felt just right. It won’t be built for a good few months, and we will be starting out with a pretty blank canvas when it’s ready, but it’s an exciting time.  

 So in a month where not much was meant to happen, quite a lot has happened!! 

My thoughts on the general election…

Come to you from Kendal library. A pretty and quiet place, that smells a little bit like eggy farts. It’s filled with lots of friendly people and extremely helpful staff, who all have the Cumbrian accent I’d grown to love (and miss). As my husband and I are spending the day up here, I get to see old work colleagues from my days working around Cumbria, but first he has revision to do and I have some casual killing of time to do. So, I got myself a library card (thank heavens they are still free – before the Tories get hold of them I suppose) and paid my 50p to use one of their computers.

The general election was, I suppose, in many people’s opinion (including my own) a bit of a shambles. There was a lot of hype about the Labour party coming back and, sadly, this was not to be. I feel it is unfortunate that Ed Miliband did not get his chance to put right all those things that desperately need to be put right, and I was annoyed by the comments of Michael Gove and Paddy Ashdown on the election commentary on Thursday night. I wonder if Ashdown has consumed a hat yet?

It is unfortunate also, that three leaders of the national party have also had to step down from their positions. Whether I agreed or not with their parties and policies is for the most part irrelevant – I am sure they all worked extremely hard for their cause and it must be an immense disappointment to them to have had this outcome AND to then have had to step down.

Ho hum. Life goes on.

In other news, my doggy who is immensely unsociable and grumpy had a walk today with another dog (completely unheard of in days gone by) and seemed to have enjoyed himself and the company of the other dog. Maybe he’s bagged himself a girlfriend? He’ll have to work on his barking and throw in a bit of charisma and charm before his second date of course. I miss his scruffy sewage chops and dark brown eyes.

I bought a mint plant in Aldi yesterday to put in my bottled water along with the lemon, but I forgot to take it out of the car and discovered it on parking up in Kendal. Now it is sitting in the boot waiting to go home. Maybe it is a cheaper and natural alternative to an air freshener?


I grew up as a graphic designers daughter. I say that as if that’s something that defines me and in truth, it does.
Because of my dad I studied art and enjoyed endless hours on inDesign creating and sketching and designing. I’d sit beside him at work on a Saturday morning on a Mac and we’d eat bacon barms in comfortable silence.
Yesterday my dad came home and I gave him a hug and he smelled of his familiar solvent-y ink-y smell. I said to him that I can still smell it on his clothes but yet when I go to his work I can’t smell it in the air anymore. My dad said he can’t smell it at all anymore.
As a child I used to love that smell and I suppose even now I still do.
My grandma is an artist too. She would spend hours painting in all different media and would have them dotted about her house while they aired and dried. I don’t know whether she sold them or kept them but they were all so good. Painting, drawing or CMYK and even more recently shades of Pantone I have always loved colour and art.

My painting of an apple as a present for my dad for his birthday last year.

Back to School…

Tomorrow is back to school day after the Inset today. I don’t have that ‘Sunday night feeling’ and I’m not especially worried or sad or mournful of the end my Christmas break, although I’ve loved being around my husband for two whole weeks more than I can say. Today has been a day for working, getting out my laptop and writing about ethics and inclusion in education while my husband has been doing his engineering drawings for his masters across the table. We worked in comfortable silence and it was really quite nice. Now I am at my parents house after finally finishing, and, as always, though I love my home I share with my husband, there is always a small soft spot in my life for cuddling with the dog listening to my dad play his banjo. Winding down ready for the new day back at school I still have to pack my bag and get my lunch ready but for now it’s time for the new series of Broadchurch in my pyjamas :)
Em x


The one where we organised my bedroom.


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I must admit, I’ve been taking something of a sabbatical from my blog whilst I did other, seemingly important things, like to get married, go on holiday and start a new job. Whilst it has been nice not worrying about what I might write in that time, and wondering what kind of platform it is exactly that I’m writing to, and whether people read my blog and think I’m waffling on; I’ve really missed just writing my thoughts down in a way that is neat and organised and easy to follow.
Today my mum and I went in to tackle my old bedroom at my parents’ house. Being a girl who just loves to collect things, my old bedroom is a hive for all the things I am simply nostalgic for and can’t bear to throw away. However, my trove of pastime treasure (and trash) needed to be sorted through as my poor teenage brother has been long awaiting the move from the box bedroom into the big, spacious one. I found all kinds of things that I had, naturally, forgotten I owned. Handbags, shoes, papers, old school books, folders, sheet music, candles etc that over time I had been too soft to throw out/recycle. I think when working with my mum on it, she encourages me to be a bit more ruthless, and so there is an awful lot going to the recycling centre tomorrow morning.

Our wedding day was, however much of a cliché, the best day ever. Of course, the best part of all, was exchanging our vows and making cement what we have felt for six years, becoming husband and wife.


The last thing I want to write in this post is just how truly blessed I feel. Yes, it is no secret to anyone that I have ALWAYS been a ‘home-bird’ and so taking in all the changes has sometimes been a little hard to get my head around and I have often felt in some kind of purgatory between old and new, but the reason I am blessed is this simple reason – I have always, always known love. My parents brought me up telling me every day how much they loved me and how special I am to them. They have always given me the best of everything, and I would be nothing without them. I have also only known love with Dan, throughout everything we have gone through, some things big and others trivial, I know I am loved, and will be loved for as long as we live.
Mrs. G x

I’m becoming a grown up now… and I’m a bit frightened.


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SO August is literally NEXT MONTH and I’ve never been so frightened and excited in equal measures. Next month I move out of my home with my parents, brother and my dog that I have shared with them for years, I leave my job that I’ve been doing for four years and I get married to the love of my life. I can’t quite believe that now we are entering the wedding season that Dan and I talked so wistfully last year. We have a jam packed few weekends coming up, with me going away to Ireland this weekend, my hen party, my Grandad turning 80, moving house, some of our most loveliest friends getting married, leaving work and getting married myself!!

Myself and Dan took ourselves on a date night last week to watch my favourite book A Fault in Our Stars that has been made into a film. It was fantastic and a great opportunity for some time away from the mania that is wedding planning. Plus, the actors in it were just so fantastic and they portrayed the characters (I felt) so well, and true to the book for the most part. Here is the trailer, go see it, I urge you!!!

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It feels so strange to be at a point in life that as a child felt so far away. I remember being the same age as the children in class I help and dreaming about the days where I would be older and getting married (to a Disney prince, obviously) and now, all these years later, being at that point wondering why I didn’t understand when people said how quickly the time would pass!

I hope everyone has a good week and I’ll do my best to make a post again sooner than I did this one!!!


Dear Insecure Bride…


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I get so ridiculously angry at bridal magazines. Like, blood boiling, rage, spitting feathers, calm me down quick kind of angry. Firstly, I hate the notion that is passed along that your body in a wedding dress isn’t the one your husband wants to see. I’m sorry did I miss something???!!!? The whole point of you getting married is because he (or she) loves you, all of you. I resent ALL magazines that weekly tell you how to make yourself into a person you think other people want to see. I’m sorry, but under no circumstances will I be losing weight through pressures from people I don’t know (or those I do know) to become a bride my fiancé won’t recognise. I, believe it or not, am truly happy the way I am. I believe people should make the choices for themselves, not through pressure.

I recently went to a photo project type thing aimed at plus size women. At first, I admit, I wasn’t sure what really to expect, or what I would gain. I also admit, that at first, I was shocked at how openly people talked about being ‘fat’. Now, after a month or so has passed, I know how I feel about things, thanks to that day. That day, when my make up and my hair was done professionally, I felt fabulous. And there is no reason on earth why I, or others, don’t deserve to feel like that every day. I go to the gym regularly, but I enjoy food!!! I enjoy a good healthy salad, fresh fruit juice, fruit and steamed veg, but I also enjoy croissants with butter and jam, apple crumble and cheese on toast. I also like wine (other alcoholic beverages are also interchangeable in this context). Since being diagnosed as lactose intolerant, I have to try and avoid more foods, which has (kind of) made my choices healthier for me, but chocolate milk is just my downfall (I know, right!). 

This, I know, is quite an angry post compared to my usual sleepy lifestyle-y posts. I just needed to sound off after reading something which really riled me! I know for a lot of women over the size of about 14 you feel like you’ve reached a point of being socially unacceptable and whatever you read you feel like it’s time to crack out your meal replacement powder and get on the diet. That’s just so not true!! The first and most important thing I think anybody should feel is the capacity to be comfortable in your own skin. After all, it’s the only body you’ve got. When a bride should be made to feel like she will be anything less than beautiful on her wedding day by anybody then I guess it’s just a sad world we live in. Everyone is wonderfully different, and differences should be embraced not scorned.

I hope everyone has had a wonderful weekend and bank holiday, for those who have had the time off. Image

Speak soon,

E xx

Something I love.. Bank holiday style!!


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Hooray for the bank holiday!! Fortunately for me my break extends to Tuesday afternoon as I’m only needed in the classroom after 1, so I get two lie-ins!!

I remember recently that I was so gutted that one of my favourite bloggers has dropped off the radar a little bit and has stopped posting so much and then I was a bit cross with myself for being cross – because it’s been AGES since I wrote anything (sorry!!!!). 

So here goes for a Something I love for the bank holiday!!!

Something I read…..

I have been reading Billy and Me by Giovanna Fletcher (Mrs. Tom from McFly), and at first I was very sceptical – I often don’t hold out for much from celebrities turned authors – and although according to my kindle I’m 76% of the way through, I want to say the book has proved me wrong, but it hasn’t. The plot feels quite flat and very idealistic. The story is about a girl from a small village falls in love with a movie star who, all in all, just is far too good to be true. I really wanted to like this book, I read Giovanna’s blog for OK and I quite like the lady, but so far, the book is just far too twee and too much of a Twilight love story for me to really warm to it.

Image courtesy of goodreads.


Something I watched……

I just can’t get enough of new Game of Thrones, it’s something that I became addicted to while season 2 was airing, and I quickly caught up with it. Now season 4 is on Sky Atlantic and that’s my Monday nights taken over!! 


Something I wore…..

I bought myself some EEE fit wedges from Next this week ready for a friend’s birthday outing this weekend – they ARE on the big side due to the fact (for once) my feet are too slim for the fit. So I do have to wear some insoles in them to keep them up, but they really are fantastic – and so comfy!!


Something I listened to…

I love this song by Kiesza – it’s brilliantly elecropop! Give it a listen!

Something I love…

Meet Snowy! We have become a family with a dog now – I absolutely adore him!! He’s a scruffy pup and having a hair cut this week but he’s so beautiful and a great natured dog!



Hope to speak to you soon!!


Selfies, instagram, and 100 happy days…


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So on instagram (@thingsaboutemmy) I started doing the #100happydays challenge whereby you take a photo everyday for 100 days, to show things that have made you smile/made you happy. The problem I find with instagram, taking selfies, and visually displaying parts of my life like that is I often take a photo and wonder if it’s really good enough. I follow an awful lot of people on instagram who are very good at taking ‘perfect photos’. You know the kind, against a white background, or the sun is filtered just right, or the teal spotty vintage mug is placed just beside the scone in the vintage tea room. And, I admit, I’m jealous because I just can’t seem to take those kind of photos. So I’ve made a promise with myself, that when I take a photograph of it, I post it first time (unless it’s blurry). I’ve made a commitment to take photos of things that make me smile and happy, rather than constructing a scene around me and making a caption to fit it. Sure, I’m going to post a photo of my cup of tea and a chocolate bar, and sure sometimes I’m going to try and construct pictures artistically. After all, I was once a Fine Art student and the artsy part has never quite left me. But I’m not going to take and retake and take again a photograph that is perfect to start with because the scene it represents made me happy before I even got my iPhone out. 

E x 




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