Friday, 22 August 2014

Bloggers Do It Best

One day I started writing a blog, for months I was writing to nobody – I didn’t know who was out there, but I dared to carry on – just to see.
I never imagined that I would go onto meet three of the most intelligent, creative, whimsical and sincere girls I know. 
Wedding Penpals
Alex, myself, Gemma & Sophie.

You see Alex’s blog was one I came across a very long time ago – I was fascinated by her stunning collection of frocks (not to mention her shoes). In March 2013 she invited me along to the most unassuming, wonderful and cosy trip to Norbury Manor. Whilst here – I went onto discover a whole new me. 

Gemma had the initiative to set up a pen pal exchange – it was through this we bonded over cakes, boys, music, film, literature and life. We then went on a seaside trip to Blackpool in August 2013 - in which she introduced me to the song I chose to dance with my Father. (And she tracked down my wedding shoes … massive kudos.)

And the final piece – Sophie.
Sophie has every quality that makes a friendship real. We met through blogging and mutual pen-palling, and then met for the very first time in person at Norbury Manor – which saw us have unbelievable all night girly chats – we exhausted each other’s thoughts and emotions, but something clicked deep inside. We had so much in common. It was like meeting the best friend you never knew you had. 

I knew - that on my wedding day I had to have my closest and dearest in my life to witness my marriage and join us in celebration.  It was one night, I turned to my husband-to-be and said "If I have one wish, it is to have my pen pals at my wedding."
And that wish came true.

A heartfelt thank you goes to Alex, Gemma & Sophie for changing my life forever and standing by me on the most special day of my life.  

Sunday, 17 August 2014


When I was little I ate jam sandwiches every day in my lunchbox. But then one day, I didn’t eat jam sandwiches anymore.
Blue Jam
I strongly believe that food has that magical quality of being able to instantly transport you back to a moment in time, predominantly childhood.  Jam is most certainly that food for me (along with Jaffa Cakes and Fish Fingers...yes.).
A couple of weeks ago, we picked some home-grown strawberries from the allotment and I hastily decided to make some strawberry jam on spur of the moment – but I was much unprepared. It was a very chaotic couple of hours in the kitchen. I didn’t measure out my quantities, I struggled sterilising my equipment and the final result ended in a burnt hob.  The jam however, was very scrumptious.  (The test is always in the taste.)
Blue Jam 2
A few weeks and jam observing later I decided to get properly prepared, I sterilised my jars, chose my fruit, measured out my sugar … and voila…
I made blueberry jam!
Yum yum yum.
The problem with home-made jam – like anything home-made, is that once you’ve made your own there is simply no going back. I’m awfully sorry Sir William Pickles Hartley.

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