Life Begins At... 30?

1) Amazing cards; 2) Birthday outfit (excuse the drying washing) and a birthday present; 3) Super sugary cake;

4) Presents from the beautiful S and my housemate; 5) Another birthday present

Thirty is, so far, treating me very, very well.


I had the best birthday weekend ever. There was an amazing meal at Greens on Friday night (with a birthday kiss off the chef, Simon Rimmer) and then drinks in the Northern Quarter with my nearest and dearest on Saturday night. I got to bed at 4am (having broken my beloved Jeffrey Campbell Foxy shoes, sob). Then it was off to London at 9am for Brick Lane curry, vintage shopping and cocktails with S. Finished off with a salt beef beigel, obviously. Then yesterday there was lunch, wine, more wine, cocktails, meatballs and more wine with A and C, before a late train home to God's country. Perfection.


Today I am beyond shattered but I feel happier than I have for ages. I was utterly spoilt all weekend and feel truly blessed to have such wonderful people in my life.


Thirty, I enjoy you. Keep it up.

30

Today I am 30.

Over the last 30 years I have:

Moved 6 times.

Loved 5 boys (4 properly).

Laughed, on average, 40 times a day.

Gained 2 degrees.

Been to New York 3 times.

Been to Glastonbury 7 times

Travelled to 15 countries.

Eaten alligator once.

Stayed up past sunrise more times than I can count.

Lived one wonderful life.

Outfit Post: Beetlejuice

After a two month absence...

Here are some clothes for your to look at with your faces. Hurrah. There was a sneak peak of this outfit a couple of posts back but I thought I'd show you it in all its Beetlejuice-esque glory. With added massive parka. I do live in Manchester after all and it's part of our uniform.

I would wear this every single day if I could. Which is odd, because I've got neither my legs nor "the ladies" out. And I'm normally all about the legs and the ladies and the showing thereof. Maybe I'm becoming modest in my old age. I do turn 30 (THIRTY. WTF) in less than two weeks after all. Now please excuse my while I weep, throw all my leather shorts out and de-hoochify my wardrobe.

Yeah right.

Oh, one last thing. Unfortunately I think we're all just going to have to deal with the fact that my hair is mental. Personally, I think Tulisa's actually copied me. The little minx. Blonde roots are the new black roots. Fact.

Parka - Primark

Jeans and Top - River Island

Cardigan - New Look

Boots - Topshop

Hair - Seven bazillion different colours

Glitter & Velvet

1. Deena & Ozzy boots

2. OPI 'Fresh Frog of Bel Air'

3. Topshop 'Adornment' with OPI/Sephora 'Only Gold For Me' topcoat

4. OPI 'Rainbow Connection'

5. The ultimate party dress from Topshop

6. THAT dress that every blogger seems to have

7. My beloved boots once more

Joy

So, in my last post when I said that September was a month for "organising, cleansing and sparklifying my life", it appears that I also meant September was a month for taking some time out to reassess, reevaluate and reconsider. Ooh, I love me some alliteration.

I digress.

I've taken almost four weeks away from blogging, my tweeting has been minimal (for me, at least) and, instead, I've just been... living. I've been away to Nottingham for the weekend, I've been out for dinners and  drinks and out on nights out and I've spent time just being me. And being happy. I've rediscovered the joy in life, the joy in the smallest of good things, the joy in feeling good about yourself.

The joy in ...

...dressing like Beetlejuice for work. Oh yes.
...ridiculous new jeans.
...a rainy Manchester evening.
...driving over The Snake Pass at sunset. Breathtaking.
...a big fat burger with chips and coleslaw.
...not hating what I look like anymore.


Hello. My name is Helen. I'm back.