I Live In A Grown Up House!

I promised a new house blog didn’t I?

Don’t worry- I’ve completely changed, I no longer go back on my promises.

That’s because I’m a grown up now. You now how I can prove it? I live in a house.

With stairs.

Oh yes, the time has come where a staircase separates my kitchen and my bedroom.

You know, when you move out of your childhood home and into a flat a staircase is not something you’d think you’d miss but boy does it feel good to know your bedroom doesn’t have to smell like the dinner you cooked.

So I’ve been in the big girl house for just over a week now and it’s definitely weird how it doesn’t feel weird. After a couple of days and several Ikea trips (I should never have bought a car- it’s made that place too bloody accessible!) I’m loving my new comfy, cosy home.

I never realised how much I’d love magnolia!

After two years of brilliant white walls everywhere it’s actually very nice to see a bit of magnolia about the place. I say a bit, I’ve gone from every wall being white to every wall being magnolia but it’s all good- my dreams of a room full of glitter will come one day!

So I guess you want to see some photos right? Of course you do! I’m going to start with the best one! Because, what if an astroid hits you! You’d never get to see it….

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That’s right!

I have my very own dressing room…

with a back lit mirror…

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If it had glitter walls it would be perfect!

However, let me tell you about the joys of a backlit mirror. It shows everything.

Girls- do not squeeze your spots! Every single scar is still there, just lurking under that first layer of skin!

Every morning I know look like this…

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Anyway, I digress…

Not that your even bothered after seeing the majesticness of my dressing room but here’s some pictures of the rest of the house.

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My Cute Little House!

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My Living Room

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The outside and the living room- my other favourite room in the house, mainly cause of how quiet it is! Every house I’ve ever lived in has been on a main road and this one is just set back so we can have our lovely patio doors open without it sounding like a F1 racing event is happening just outside.

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Mr Amy Who modelling the kitchen

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All the other photos are of stairways and bedrooms that all look the same because there’s no furniture so lets not bother with those.

I never thought I’d say this but after three trips in the space of 5 weeks…

I’m sick of Ikea.

No more! I’m not going back for five years!

Wait! That was a rash statement which I instantly regretted!

Lets all calm down, we all know realistically it will probably be five months.

If I can hold out that long…

But Ikea are very efficient people. I don’t know if that is a Swedish thing and they’ve been trained to be like but we bought a wardrobe in Ikea. We ordered it in the store to be delivered. We ordered it on a Friday to be delivered to our home on the next Friday. That’s seven days, you think we’d survive for seven days safe in knowledge that our wardrobe was coming but just so Ikea could make sure…

On the Friday we ordered the wardrobe

On the Tuesday I received not one but two texts telling me my wardrobe was coming on the Friday between 7 and 11am

On the Thursday I received a call telling me my wardrobe was coming between 7am and 11am.

Five minutes after the phone call I received a text message telling me my wardrobe was coming on the Friday between 7 and 11am.

On the Friday morning at 7.05am I received a phone call from Ikea, which I missed.

At 7.06am Mr Amy Who received a phone call from Ikea, which he missed.

I returned the phone call- they were waiting outside for me to return the phone call before they would knock on my door.

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It’s all too much Ikea! I think we need to take some time apart, I’m a busy girl. I can’t have you harassing me like that any more!

So to advance further in my quest to become a fully fledged grown up the next step is saving up for our puppy! The countdown is on to get one in early September as myself and Jordan have three weeks off between us in September which was not done for puppy time but it works out quite nicely. I’m now in the process of trying to swot up so I know how to actually train a dog instead of being all…

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So for all you dog owners (Pete) any tips on toilet training? To crate or not to crate? And anything else to help give this puppy the best chance of staying alive would be fabulous.

So… Hi.

So…

Hi.

I know, lame way to start… but I’m not sure how to start after 6 months of not saying anything.

I’ve been thinking about you all a lot recently, trying to decide whether I can bridge the gap between blogging and, well, not blogging. And also deciding whether I have anything worth saying? I already know I either need to blog a lot or not at all because I can’t seem to find the right balance of just doing 1 or 2 every couple of weeks, before I know it- 6 months has gone by.

But I still use WordPress, I still read other blogs and today a little notification popped up to say I’d been the proud owner of Amy Who for two years…

Two whole years.

Wow.

When I think back to who I was then and who I am now, it’s a big change. Okay I look the same, sound the same but I don’t act the same, I don’t feel the same.

I’ve been thinking about how I’ve changed a lot recently because this Friday I get the keys to my brand new house. A house that I will happily be sharing with Mr Amy Who and our plans to fill it with a puppy and who knows what else in a few years and I feel so happy and yet really sad about spreading my wings of this flat.

Practically- a one bedroom flat with no storage and an increasing amount of black mould is not where I want to be but this flat is me. I came into it a totally broken girl with no money, no real career, no life, a broken down relationship and I’ve grown into a woman that can survive and live. A woman who can be brave enough to go abroad exploring by herself, who can pay her own bills, who can advance her career. And okay, that was down to me, not the flat but I was here when I experienced all that. When I clicked the confirm button on the flights to Barcelona, when I’ve come home and cried about a really hard day, when I’ve annoyed the neighbours with my constant singing.

So maybe I’d run out of things to say because I didn’t have much to moan about…

That’s not a bad place to be.

But it’s time for a brand new start. I’m going to be moving to a house, with stairs! I’ve not had to navigate stairs in my own home for 3 years. Sure, I have to use stairs to get to my front door but then I’m done, sorted. It’s only a quick stumble from the living room to the bathroom but now…

Well now it’s not that easy!

I’ve got a garage and a garden and I’m thinking about the flowers I want to plant. I couldn’t keep the little herb garden in my kitchen alive so I’m not sure what hope they’d have but the thought is there.

I’m going to have my own dressing room! I’ve claimed the box room for my own and it’s going to be my little sanctuary. Because you need that when you live with a boy.

He can have the garage.

And we’re planning for our little puppy. He wants a Husky, I want a Cockapoo so anyone know of something in between? It will hopefully be joining our lives later this year so watch this space.

And work is changing for the better (I think) but more on that later… There’s a whole other blog about that.

Which means they’ll definitely be another blog.

Lets do a work blog and then a house tour, ease myself in gently.

So…

Hi.

Here’s to starting again!

The Turkey’s Gone Tits Up

Is it too soon for a Christmas related blog?

Please, the first of January isn’t too soon for a christmas related blog.

The best thing is that Mr Amy Who loves christmas as much as me! The only time we’ve spoken to each other since the first of November is to have conversations about Christmas. My Pinterest board is getting a little out of control, I’m swooning over cute little decorations and have already started wrapping my presents…

But there’s one little sticking point.

You see this year- we have to plan. And clean. And it’s already started.

There’s two reasons for our Jedi/Ninja levels of organisational skills…

Numero Uno- Mr Amy Who works in retail and this happens to be the busiest time of the year so weekend days off are a rarity whereas I never work weekends! Therefore we have currently planned everything Christmas related into the 6th of December where we’re going to brave Meadowhall, Ikea & the Range…

All in one fricking day.

Then we’ll celebrate with a roast on Sunday…

Numero Dos- We’re hosting Christmas.

Oh my Lord, I have no Idea what we’ve signed up for….

Sorry, I just used the royal ‘we’ there. I mean I have no idea what Mr Amy Who has signed us up for.

Now we don’t just get the fun tinsel covered Christmas. We also get the ‘lets not burn the turkey and the house down dear’ Christmas!

It’s pressure!

Mums are fine- Mums have been cooking Christmas dinners since the dawn of time. This is not the job of a 23 year old who cannot master Yorkshire puddings and a 30 year old who doesn’t cook much.

Pray for us.

Well pray for him if this all goes wrong. It’s fine for me, if it goes tits up I can zoom down the A59 and be at my mums in time for turkey sandwiches and a leftover roast potato.

Shit Loads Of Glitter & Black Mould

I felt the need to blog!!!!!!

Nobody say anything! You might scare it aware!

I don’t have a lot to say really though. I’ve not been very well recently which is my biggest news. I’ve been suffering with a lot of headaches and tiredness. It’s doing head in (literally!) and I’ve now been prescribed some super duper migrainey tablet things to take so hopefully they’ll work a treat.

In other news- black mould. Or to describe it as Mr Amy Who does ‘the enemy I don’t understand.’ Our lovely drafty flat really is being attacked by the mould and we’ve no idea why. This did not happen last year and I’m doing nothing different with windows being open/heating being on etc and we’re not sure how to tackle it. We keep finding it appear overnight in the most random places… like a tea light holder! Apparently the Mr is going to war with it on his day off tomorrow and we will never see mould in this place again. But as it’s the enemy he doesn’t understand does anyone have any tips?! We’ve got mould/mildew spray but is there anything that can stop it appearing in the first place?

Finally, I don’t care- I am starting to feel festive, my birthday is over, the other half’s birthday is over, it’s halfway through November (more or less) and therefore I’m itching to do some Christmas crafting! I have signed up to do an arts/craft fair at the end of the month selling some prints that I’ve been designing of late and hopefully that will go to plan cause I’m imagining many christmassy prints with shit loads of glitter all over them!

Here’s a sneak peak of one for you… Don’t steal it!

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I’m currently in the process of setting up an Etsy page for it, I shall let you know when I do (look at me making future blogging plans)

I was thinking to reintroduce myself into the blogging world I might do some kind of 25 days of Christmas blog….but I did blooms last year and, even though I can talk for England about Christmas, I think I covered it all then? Give me ideas as to what I should do!

See You Soon. I Just Don’t Know How Soon.

I’ve left my laptop open, on this page for the last two hours in the hope that inspiration would come and bop me on the head. It didn’t.

And still hasn’t.

However, it’s been a while and everything all ended rather abruptly didn’t it? I thought I owed it to everyone, and myself, to actually write something.

You all saw my consistency in blog posts falter in the couple of months prior to me going AWOL and the truth is I just got tired of the guilt of not writing, tired of trying to fit in blog posts into my suddenly busy life. Introducing someone new into my life meant the few evenings a week I had to myself, I wanted to savour that time and then the time I spent with him- well I didn’t want to cut that short by having to fit in a blog post. But mainly it was because my life was busy with things I didn’t want to share- good things were happening but it was all mine and I liked that. Blogging filled a gap in my life when something was missing and when that gap was filled the last thing I wanted to do was blog about it.

But I’d just spent the last year blogging about every detail of my life and maybe I will get back to that one day but, for now, I don’t want to do that.

However, just so you can all be safe in the knowledge that I’m happy and surviving here’s a run down of what I’ve been up to….

I got the job. Well- I got the job for 6 months and then we’ll see where we go from there. It’s stressful, pressured, annoying and very rewarding. I have a very mixed bag of emotions about the whole thing.

Things are still going well with Mr Amy Who- he now spends more time in my flat than anywhere else that we’ve decided he should move in.

I have turned 23- As I fall further into the boring non-milestone ages I realise you don’t get the same sense of excitement about your birthday. However, as I got tickets to see Lionel Richie, I am safe in the knowledge that my 23rd birthday was one of the best. Ever.

I have bought a car. Finally- I have my own little piece of heaven in the form of my 55 plate, red/orange Renault Clio- who I have named Ariel. She has been mine for all of one week but now I don’t know how I ever survived without her. It opens up a whole new world- IKEA is now an accessible place to me.

As I have a car I am now into buying CDs again- they aren’t as readily available as they used to be. Woolworths needs to make a comeback.

I’m very much into ‘shabby chic-ing’ my furniture right now. Annie Sloan paint is a God send.

Other than that, life has been ticking along in pretty much the same fashion that it did before. I’m happy and settled and just getting on with my life- so I’m not sure what has made me not want to write about it.

I do want to still keep blogging but in a very low pressured way. If I don’t have anything to say for a couple of weeks I don’t want to feel like I have to churn something out. That was the pressure I was putting myself under and when Mr Amy Who appeared and life became a lot fuller (more full?) – well, something had to give!

To be honest I just want to find my own little niche to blog about- still talking about my life but maybe in a different way, like sharing recipes or talking about how I painted the bargain £8 chest that I found in a charity shop. I don’t know yet, I will find something and this blog post is by no means a goodbye, it just may be a ‘see you soon. I just don’t know how soon.’

So to sum up- I will be back and, to be honest, I’ve always still been here. I still read a lot of the blog posts from the people I’m following and I still love to know about your lives so please do as I say and not as I do- you keep writing!

Year 2 Blog 19- Genie, You’re Free

I’ve been staring at this empty blog page for about an hour…

I know I want to write but I just don’t know what I want to say. I guess I’ve fallen out of the habit of pouring my heart out on to my little blog- which is okay, I don’t want this blog to be a place where I very rarely post anything and then when I do it’s a whingy little blog…

So I find out about the job tomorrow.

I’m trying not to over analyse and to be honest- I have no idea what the outcome will be tomorrow and therefore people are telling me not to worry about it because I can’t change anything now- the interview’s done- and whatever the result is I have to live with that, so why bother worrying until I know and even why bother worrying when I do know.

It’s not as simple as that.

I don’t often talk about work on my blog and while I’m not going to go into the ins and outs of it all tonight- I’ve never known me be so willing to throw myself completely out of my comfort zone for something like I have with this. I feel like it’s made me really grow as a person- being responsible for the welfare of 10 people 5 days a week is a lot of work but it can be so worthwhile.

I’m just scared that, as of 11am tomorrow, I might lose all of that.

Ok- it’s not like, if I don’t get it, I’m getting chucked back on the phone tomorrow but I will know that it’s coming to an end. And okay- it’s not a permanent thing, nothing is, but with the amount of people they’re hiring and the amount of people starting to do manager progression stuff at work- I wonder when my next opportunity will come about.

I’ve been saying for the past couple of days that I couldn’t have done anymore on Tuesday so whatever comes about tomorrow is Ok because I know it’s not down to me not being prepared but I think I’m lying to myself because, when you put that much effort into something, it makes you want it even more.

This week has just been a funny old week with lots of stuff going on and I don’t quite know how i feel about all of it. Maybe I am over reacting by worrying but I wish people would stay ‘stop worrying, there’s no point’ it’s not like I come up to you and say ‘stop being so chilled out, there’s no point.’ It’s no different to me, I’m a worrier- it’s how I process things- I like to analyse what I’ve done and what other people have done- it’s how I learn and grow. I’m working very hard to really let the things go that I can’t control and simply focus on the things that I can but it’s a journey for me and it’s not going to happen overnight. If chilled out people want to be all hippy and relaxed about everything then brilliant, do that because it’s your thing but it’s not my thing and I’m really starting to get tired of people making me feel bad for trying to process my own thoughts in my own way.

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Deep breaths- it’s out. It’s been a while since I’ve ranted and whether I’ll actually press publish (if you’re reading this I think it’s safe to assume I did…) because I think I just needed to get it all out of my head.

To be honest, I think it’s just one of those weeks where I need my mum but she’s busy making a lemon drizzle cake that I can’t have because it’s 60 miles away, damn you lemony goodness!

I’ve not had an oven for 5 weeks so I can’t even make one myself…

Don’t rent if you don’t have to kids! I’m not really too bothered about the whole ‘dead money’ thing, at the end of the day I have a roof over my head, but having to rely on a flipping landlord when things go tits up…

The struggle in my life is real… #firstworldproblems

So yes- not that my entire destiny will be influenced by this but if you’re lucky enough to have fingers and toes maybe you could cross them for me tomorrow morning?

And, as a side note, I know I’m very late to this but…

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Year 2 Blog 18- Hire Me Eyebrows

Okay, so tomorrow is D Day…

Or I day…

That doesn’t work, fine! It’s my interview tomorrow! And I’ve never been so nervous yet so determined at the same time, it’s like having a lot of power but no idea how to use it!

I don’t know that people are understanding the pressure I’m feeling that a year of work on being a manager is coming down to how well I can talk about what I’ve done for an hour. I mean, lets be honest, we all know it can take me hundreds of words to get to my point…

And that’s on a blog, where I have the opportunity to think and to edit….

I can’t edit what I’ve just said- it’s already out there!

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However I don’t know why I’m worrying… I’ve got this whole thing sussed.

It’s all about eyebrows!

Wait! Hold your judgement! Hear me out!

A good pair of eyebrows can say a lot about a person- they’re well put together, they take pride in themselves….

And! My boss always has impeccable eyebrows, she will look at me and think ‘I can relate to her! Lets give her the job’

Therefore I’ve plucked moulded my eyebrows into the perfect ‘hire me’ shape. So while I’m talking I’ll just wiggle my eyebrows a few times (not in a weird way, just a ‘hey, remember we’re here’ kind of way)

It’s like a respectable version of using your boobs to get out of a speeding ticket! Which, if I get the job, I may have to try cause I’ll be able to afford a car!

I was also getting myself into a little bit of a state at work- the pressure was just building and building whilst I was doing some prep- another manager had to tell me to get a grip! If my life was an American sitcom (which would be so cool) he would have slapped me for being hysterical!

So I got a grip and then went and continued my interview prep, this time using coloured pens which made me extremely happy.

So to sum up- I have power that I don’t know what to do with so I’ve channeled it through my eyebrows and, really, I’m still a child.

As I just spilt some of my dinner on my top I can definitely confirm I’m still a child…

Wish me luck!