A FEW weeks ago I wrote a post about walking away from people. From those who make you miserable, treat you shoddily or fill your world with negativity. The post received quite the response (thanks everyone!) and is still attracting comments, even as I type. So today, I thought I’d carry on the ‘walking away’ theme and give us all some food for thought on this sunny Friday. Myself totally
“Think like a queen. A queen is not afraid to fail. Failure is another stepping stone to greatness.”
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BEFORE our plane had even landed in Kefalonia, I had already fallen a little in love with the island. As we came into land, we flew over the most beautiful beaches and turquoise seas, pretty little villages scattered across the hills, all lit up by the most glorious sunshine. And so I knew, before my eager feet had even touched the hot tarmac, that I had found a Greek paradise.
EVER wondered how women years gone by looked immaculate? How their clothes fitted them so well? How they always looked pulled together and groomed? Well the secret is that their clothes were made for them or that they made their clothing themselves. No cheap fashion, ‘grab something off a rack’ in decades past. Nope. Their clothes were made to fit their bodies and suit their shape and boy, didn’t they
TODAY I’m co-hosting The List with my good friend Aby for one week only. Stepping in for my buddy Hannah who normally co-hosts as she’s currently on holiday, sunning herself, taking a well deserved break and drinking a Pina Colada or something. (Hopefully.) The idea behind the list is really simple. Blogger pals – all you need to do is link up any post that is in a list format –
WHY, hello there! How the devil are you all? Are you all having a super Summer holiday? I’m back from taking a little a break away from the blog to enjoy some special time with my family and I have to say getting back to work, isn’t as easy as I thought. My body isn’t quite ready to get back into the swing of things (so to speak) as quickly
“Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick and pull yourself together.”
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TOMORROW afternoon I will be stripping off. And, slipping into an itsy bitsy teeny weeny bikini. Maybe the black one. Possibly the red one. But either way, I will be popping it on and hot footing it to the nearest beach or pool. I haven’t been abroad for about four years so I am ready for the sunshine and the waves, the sand and the breeze, the relaxation and the
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