A Begining

I have been a huge supporter of blogs and the blogging community for a long time now, almost 7 years which is  unbelievable and makes me feel so so old. I have wanted to start blogging for a long time just as a way to record things which are interesting to me even if they are silly things like what lipstick I have been loving or what I have enjoyed eating or seeing.  I want to record parts of my life on the eternal internet for review in later weeks or years and thats what I am hoping to begin now.

I always think the most difficult thing about anything is the starting, take for instance getting of the sofa to make a cup of tea; always a nightmare for me. So to be off at a flying start in the new year I thought I should just write down anything now so that I have at least started.

Its currently 20 days till christmas the biggest and best thing about the cold and rain of winter. I'm crazy excited but completely under prepared, I've most certainly covered my darling boyfriend and my beloved cousin. Unfortunately I am woefully unprepared for the rest of the people in my little world. My wishlist is as always as long as my arm, only encouraged by the reading of gift guides and general pintrest stalking. Top of the list this year is the Phillip Lim 3.1 Pashli, which is hella expensive but after reading a very favourable review on Laura's Blog I just think it is the perfect bag for me. One can only hope that I have been nice enough this year to warrant such an extravagant gift!

The Bag That Dreams Are Made Of

Getting in the Christmas spirit was most certainly helped along by visiting the Coca-Cola truck when it was parked nearby last week. There was fake snow and songs at lots of people soaking up the atmosphere, drinking free coke and taking selfies.

Looking past Christmas I am throughly looking forward to new years eve this year, its not something I am usually too bothered about I tend to just pop myself off to bed at my usual granny time of 10pm and wake up to a new day much like every other. This year, however, all the people I love are coming together to celebrate in a charming little cottage in the welsh village of Port Meirion.  I can not wait and as my cousins and I grow older and move out and away I know these will be the memories we cherish, much like we fondly recall the indoor picnics of our childhood when it was too cold outside and paddling in the lake naked when we went for summer BBQ's. 

Thats all for now, hopefully I will be able to et into a little routine writing at least two posts a week about whatever is tickling my pickle at the time. 

Welcome to my little head space.. 

Sophie xo