and happy Monday! I know it’s been a while since you’ve heard from me, but I guess you are used to that by now! You know me, quality vs quantity over on this blog 😉
but alas here I am, with a little blog related update for you!
I’m not entirely sure where time has gone but ladies and gentleman it is in fact 8 years this month since I moved to England.
Don’t worry, I’m feeling mega old now too. SORRY MOM!
The years have literally flown by and although I don’t know if will be spending the next 8 years here, I do look back at the past years with some mixed feelings. They have been 8 great years, they have been hard, they have been sad and they have been life-changing. I have made some amazing friends, made some enemies and met people I don’t even remember.
Hola chicken pot pies!
Ok I really need to work on my sassy, female empowering nick names. But roll with me!
I can’t believe we are already in September. I’m kinda feeling like the English weather at the moment. Sorta not over with summer but kinda not ready for chunky knits and scarfs. Soz chunky knits, you are forever in my hearts!
They say time flies when you’re having fun. These past 365 days have just disappeared. To the point, I hadn’t even realized a year had already passed. A whole year since I made the craziest, stupidest, biggest and best decision of my life.
Just over a year ago I handed in my notice and walked out of a full-time job into… well into nothing.
Happy Sunday babes!
Where has the weekend gone? Although I am not complaining, I’m a sucker for a chilled Sunday snuggled under a blanket binging Netflix! As I am typing this, I am just polishing off the last piece of cake from last weeks event. You might have seen it over on my Instagram, or twitter. I mean it’s kinda difficult to ignore this bad boy – and as a little treat, I have included the recipe at the end of the post – The Ice Dream Cake!
The other day I was flicking through my old blog posts to give me some ideas of what content I was currently missing. With one of my blog taglines being food, I was shocked to see that I was severely lacking in the food content department – and I call myself a food blogger! Ok I don’t actually call myself a food blogger, but I do like blogging about food! Because you know… FOOOOOOOD.
This honestly could not come at a better time though, as the boyfriend and I had just whipped up these delicious Vietnamese inspired summer rolls and I was kinda dying to share it with you. Plus they are so freakin’ instagrammable!
hey dont hate.
I have 7 months left of my 20s. 7 freaking months. What the frick, where has the time gone?! As I am approaching 30 with what feels like the speed of lightning, I am trying to stick my finger in the ground and try to get my bearings. Like I remember when my mom turned 30 and at that age, she had moved around the world, got married, had a kid, separated, and reinvited herself by going back to uni. Superwoman much? I’m just over here trying to find the energy to put pants on. So I decided it was time I sat down, and had a HARD look as to where my life is headed. Or actually where my life was supposed to be headed according to 19 year old me.
Ahh Summer, the one time a year every girl wishes they had naturally airbrushed skin, a few freckles and that natural glow that almost makes you look like you are made out of gold.
Lols as if.
Right now I am pale AF and my facial skin has decided it was time I got a little reminder of life 15 years ago when I was at the peak of puberty, also known as the Pizza era.
To top it all off it’s also camping season – that’s festival season for all you cool kids and for semi-high maintenance girls like me, yes semi-high is a word, it’s kind of a nightmare. Look at this as your Glastonbury guide to looking amazing. Your’re welcome!