my daily face

my daily face

From politics to preening - isn't that why "lifestyle" blogs are so great? Because it basically allows you to jump from one topic to the next without even a hint of a transition? 

Today, it's all about make up. I'm sure I've mentioned before that I'm a fan of make up, and was a complete hoarder of every lipstick and dried up concealers that I ever possessed, before I did my huge de-cluttering. I just find it to be a lot of fun - not that I do anything particularly crazy with it, I'm quite prudish with make up, actually - and it's never been a chore for me. I find it relaxing (unless I'm in a big rush, which is more often the case than I'd like to admit) and quite enjoyable!

i've never voted.

i've never voted.

So Brexit happened. I don't think I really need to share my personal opinions on this matter, do I? I would only echo the 161,141,241 people who felt the same way I did. Except that I wasn't one of the 161,141,241, because I'm not a UK citizen.

I've been eligible to vote for 10 years now, and yet I've never cast a vote in my life. This fact fills me with a sense of guilt and helplessness, but I'm not sure how I could do things differently.

luberon :: peaceful bliss in provence

luberon :: peaceful bliss in provence

I don't think it would be too dramatic of me to say that I fell off the face of the blogging world, would it?! It's been less than a month since my last post, which isn't all that long, but it's the longest break I've taken in three years so it feels like an age to me. I had an intense couple of weeks of working every spare minute (aside from being on bridesmaid duty for a hen do), but things are slowly winding down a little. 

Before all of that, E and I spent a few days in France visiting family, which was truly lovely. So I hope you'll forgive my absence with these gorgeous views of Luberon?

sunday coffee date :: six.

sunday coffee date :: six.

So that was an unexpected mini hiatus! I meant to get back on track in the latter part of this past week, but I had neither the time nor energy to write - hopefully I'll be more organised in the coming weeks, as it's always so busy leading up to the summer months.

The thing is, I've been throwing myself something of a pity party these last few days. I have no patience for moaners and groaners (I don't mean people being anxious or down about actual problems, but more those who are constantly complaining about everything in their lives - even the good things!), so I do try hard to keep negative thoughts to myself (and to E, of course) and always know that there are people with far worse issues who live through them with grace and kindness. But sometimes, I think the only healthy thing to do is to unload, share, and acknowledge the misery!

regent's park & first date memories

regent's park & first date memories

If the forecast is anything to go by, it seems that London is as fickle as ever and thinking of retreating to that murky will-my-bones-ever-feel-warm-again winter-but-not-really season... so let's just rewind back to that glorious Sunday two weekends ago. 

After that delicious burger and wander in the market, we stuck to the rest of the plan and went for a walk in Regent's Park. It's one I don't go to as often as I'd like, and it seemed everyone had the same idea that day and it was bustling with people. I didn't mind though, and the blossoms were still in full swing and looking absolutely gorgeous. I got my soft serve fix (which I had to eat at lightning speed in the 27C heat! Positively tropical for the UK), E tried to educate me with weird facts of nature (he's one of those types that absorbs endless reels of useless information from the random documentaries and articles he seems to love), and we reminisced about how one of these gems made an appearance on our first date (over 10 years ago!).