Today’s post was going to be about my ultimate stress-busters. A numbered list with keywords and phrases like What The Hell is Hygge? or Just Find Me, Google, Damn it! A (somewhat universal, but still rather personal) list that would garner such comments as: ‘Great post!’ b. ‘Your so funny!’ iii. ‘Can I have tea instead?’ f. ‘My cousin’s brother’s wife can pop wheelies in their wheelchair. And I just find it so inspiring. Can you pop wheelies? Are you…
In my last post I mentioned that *I was this close* to 200 groovy likers on Gin & Lemonade’s Facebook page. With a little help from my friends, I’m now at 215. Thank you! (I’m now at 943, help me get to 1K?) Moving on. In a minute. When I was sitting at 199, I said that groovy person 200 would get to choose the topic for my next blog post. What I learned from that exercise is that I…
The only shopping I like is book shopping. I buy myself new clothes about once every 3 years, I don’t follow trends, and malls are not my happy place. Unless we’re talking books, coffee, or movies. And today I want to talk about clothes. After we booked THE TRIP, I got excited for a bunch of reasons. One was the chance to shop in stores that carried clothes in my size that I would actually wear. But then I realised…
August marks the 7th anniversary of Gin & Lemonade. It’s been an interesting ride. I’ve learned a lot. About myself, and others. About writing. And how blogging is a separate thing almost entirely from writing. They’re cousins, I think. And I’d like to bring them closer together. But, I’m getting ahead of myself. I guess I’ve taken a few hiatuses, and since coming off the most recent one I’ve looked at this blog and blogging in general with different…
‘Happy Birthday, baby!’ ‘Go to sleep, Mummy.’ ‘Aren’t you excited?’ ‘Sleeep, Mummy.’ Isla crawled into bed between us, then well, went back to sleep. ‘What time is it?’ ‘Five o’clock.’ ‘Well, shit. G’night,’ I said. Two hours later. Stickers and balloons in bed. ‘What, no penguins?’ Isla asked. ‘C’mon, guys!’ Her favourite thing of the early morning was a helium balloon that we bought in Inverness (more on that shopping trip later. Because it was indeed a trip.) Back to…
