Christmas 2014: The presents loot

Despite not having a clue what I wanted for Christmas, Santa clearly decided to put me on the nice list and rewarded me with lots of wonderful pressies.

So here’s what I unwrapped on Christmas Day (and just for the boyf. because I know he’s desperate for me to do this: #spoiltprincess #boydonegood)

2014 Christmas Loot

 

Clean Bandit Vinyl // Crosley Executive Record Player // Links of London Rose Gold & Diamond Studs // Lush Snow Fairy // Lush The Art of Bathing // Dorothy Perkins Blue Twist Knit Jumper // River Island Pointed Polka Dots Flats // River Island Pink Printed Shift Dress // River Island Black Leather Biker Jacket // Breville Vanilla Cream Hand Blender // Ghost Deep Night // Looking for Alaska // Gone Girl // Cheryl Storm Flower // Dorothy Perkins Black Knee High Riding Boots // Breville Vanilla Cream Hand Mixer // Babyliss Turbo Dry 2000 // Hunter Fuchsia Wellie Socks // Where She Went // The Historian // George Black Patent Satchel //

What did Santa bring you?

– love Stef x

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2014: My year in pictures

Another year is near enough done and dusted.

For me, 2014 has been a collection of tremendous lows and tremendous highs.

But instead of making you all cringe with terrible phrases such as ‘it’s been a roller coaster’ or ‘new year, new me,’ I just thought I’d share a few snapshots of my 2014. Enjoy 🙂

January

New Year’s Eve with Nicci, my partner in crime // Bringing Denver home // Enjoying the Phones 4u afternoon tea

February

Denver meeting his bestie, George for the first time // Phones 4u girls night out // ReUNIon // Valentine’s Day as a singleton (thanks for the green badge to highlight it, Missoula) // Seeing Queen Bee

March

We may have gone to Rome…

April

Turning 25 // A ‘so Content team’ outing // Starting the record collection // Learning to wait for the rainbow after the rain

May

Being favourited by Joe McFadden (life complete) // Joining the 21st century and getting Netflix and watching The Office // Denv enjoying a random sunny day // Phones 4u night out

June

A SWHH night out in Manchester to celebrate Carla’s birthday // Download with the best baldie // Another Phones 4u girls night out (with champagne) // Meeting the boyf. and deciding to keep him around // Seeing the Eagles and giving in to the merch

July

Nicci & Laura’s birthday outing // Taking Momma Keeling to see Rock of Ages // Sampling Absinthe for the first time (and burning myself in the process) // Latitude with the bald one // A Keeling family selfie

August

The boyf. and Denv getting acquainted // Wedding season begins // My Laura’s hen do in Liverpool // Leeds Festival with Nicci and Beck

September

Momma Keeling & Big Les’ 25th wedding anniversary // Celebrating Laura’s last weekend of freedom // Losing Phones 4u and the best marketing department you could ever have // Laura & Kieran’s wedding

October

The final Phones 4u night out and saying goodbye to the greatest Content team // An autumnal Denv // Seeing Maverick Sabre // New job, new adventure

November

Being cocktail ballers with the boyf. in Manchester // Denv turning 1 // The two favourite males

December

The boyf. going to Thailand (and surviving) // Celebrating Beck and Sam’s birthdays // SWHH turning 1

So there you have it – my year in pictures. I hope you have all had a wonderful 2014 🙂

– love Stef x

A Not So Happy New Year…

I’m not a fan of New Year.

I hate the idea of reflecting on the events of the last 12 months, knowing that at exactly midnight it’s time to do it all over again.

Call me a cynic, hell call me a slight manic depressive, either way as each bong of Big Ben chimes, a little part of me cringes at a memory from the past year while the rest of me fears what the next one may bring.

Plus I always start each new year fat and ill (cheers Christmas)…

I’m really not all doom and gloom though – after January 1st I’m actually quite chirpy (depending on who you ask).

But my main gripe with good ol’ NYE is that, like most things, it’s always extremely underwhelming.

For example, wildly average destinations and hotspots suddenly start charging for services which are normally their only selling point.

Everyone rushes around in chaotic panic because they’re unsure of their plans and unless you booked the said destinations/hotspots in October, you ain’t going nowhere.

Girls get dolled up only to freeze to death or spend the night looking like drowned rats because taking a coat is a no-no. It’s also still December – rain/snow is a given.

2014

Once out and about for the night (if you’re lucky/organised enough to get this far), there’s the time to reminisce about things that have happened (usually nothing) and the things that could happen (again, usually nothing).

All everyone can agree on is that they’ll attempt to get fit/lose weight, give up a habit, better themselves in some way, shape or form, and refrain from doing stupid things.

Yet as we know, these extravagant statements will last for roughly 24hrs, before a pie is consumed, a fag is lit, a religion is lost and an inappropriate email/text is sent (yes, all me).

Maybe I’m just a miserable person. Or maybe it’s because I know I’ve wasted another year of my dwindling youth achieving very little.

I’ve fallen in love, and then nine months later, fallen out of love. I’ve moved out of my parents house, before promptly moving back into my parents house.

I’ve started a new job and welcomed the accompanying ‘desk-chair arse’ ailment with it. I bought more clothes and shoes than I will ever need, and I’ve blurred a few lines when it comes to friendships with those of the opposite sex.

I’ve laughed and cried, flirted and floundered, all the while maintaining a ‘friendship’ that is less than admirable in its nature (and responsible for all of those aforementioned actions).

But most of all, I’ve spent a year waiting for an epiphany that is never going to come. As the countdown begins, leading us into 2014, I’ll be anticipating The O.C. moment that is unlikely to materialise.

So I’ll leave you with the actual The O.C. moment, and despite this post somewhat negating it, I do wish you all (and myself, fingers crossed) a very happy New Year.

– love Stef x