I hate goodbyes

I hate saying good bye. Those two little words just make my bottom lip quiver at the mere thought of having to utter them. 

It is kind of strange that these two words have been thrust together, because usually, good byes are not; I meant they aren't good they are just bye. They usually mean loosing or missing someone - two feelings which I despise.

When we left London I had plenty of emotionally byes; one after the other as I said bye to family and then friends and work colleagues. I guess the thought of saying it and not knowing when you will see people again makes it a lot harder than when I say it in the morning to the boyfriend who I know I will see in approximately 8 hours. 

Tomorrow I have to say bye to the boyfriends mother and while most people couldn't wait to kick the [potential] mother-in-law out, for the past few days she has been my back up and my cooking teacher. 

Now the countdown til christmas can begin.

picture lust #2

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Clearly my obsession with pinterest has taken over. Hours can pass and all I have done is look at one gorgeous image after another. I have the sort of personality that just cannot get enough of beautiful photographs whether is fashion, art, design or beauty; the list is endless. And with the [potential] future mother in law visiting - I took the easy route for today's post.

Visitor No.2

I love visitors almost as much as I love food (please note the almost).

And tomorrow a special kind of visitor arrives. The boyfriends mother. I talked about visitor no.1 here and I am equally excited for the second arrival of the season. 

Some people find it odd how excited I get about a visit from potentially, the future mother-in-law but if you spent some time observing us in our natural habitat you would understand why. Firstly she is not just any old mother - she has this semi cool side (although don't tell her that because she will run with it), loves food about as much as I do and regularly sends me things that mean a lot (boots products, magazines, you know the stuff). 

Aside from that she has accepted me and deemed me good enough for her not so little boy and above all, she has been uber supportive in the [nearly] 8 years that I have know her. 

I wanted to post a stupid/funny picture of her here.......but thought against it since I could decide on one (yes there are many) and I thought best to wait til after she has left to post pictures.....at least then she cant murder me or deprive me of the huge magazine collection that is coming in her suitcase. 

the pooch

The pooch has very much become part of our lives. I feel bad for leaving her at home, I can't wait to go home from work and play with her and I love seeing the excitement that appears on he face at the utter mention of a W.A.L.K. [we have to spell it otherwise all hell breaks loose]. 

She has such a personality and has totally become our third family member. The boyfriend blindly mentioned something the other day about would we get a another dog when Millie.....I cant even type it.....you know isn't here any more. Well lets just say I am not willing to even contemplate such a scenario - I mean obviously, when she hits doggie old age they will have invented a way to make them live forever...no?

interested in pinterest?

I'm not sure whether I am usually a bit late to these things, or whether I consciously try to resist them for as long as possible because I know that once I start I will be hooked.

Well in the case of pinterest, I had heard a lot about it, but hadn't plucked up the courage to actually check it out. Because I knew it would be something I simply couldn't resist. And I was right. The creative eye in me could spend hours upon hours looking at beautiful images of fashion, art, food, sparkly things etc etc. And I like the concept of creating mood boards online, easily accessible and can be shared at the click of a button. 

I have been on pinterest for one day and I already have 9 boards and 30 pins. I think it's all downhill from here. Bye bye life. 

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