Monday night was dreamy.
I raced home from work, threw on my pyjamas, grabbed my favourite fluffy blanket and settled down in front of the TV to gaze in awe at the gowns, glitz and glamour that graced last Sunday nights red carpet.
I am by no definition a baker.
If ever I am found in the kitchen while something sweet is cooking, I will be the one digging a spoon into the tasty raw mixture until I feel sick. Two years ago, instead of a birthday cake, I was greeted by a pot of Betty Crocker icing with a candle shoved into it.
I was delighted.
Three day working weeks are pretty awesome!
Sunday blues are a distant memory and Thursday night drinks are one hundred percent guilt-free.
While my part-time employment will soon become full-time (just two more weeks of this bliss), I am in very happy sprits because a) I am really enjoying the new job and b) I am hoping to escape to backpack South America for a few months come August. Fingers and toes crossed this blog will also become a diary of my travels!
As for now, lets talk about the outfit.
Valentines Day is fast approaching (I know, where did Jan go?!) and whether you plan to be prepping and priming for a night out with the girls; whisked away somewhere fabulous by your special someone or staying in with a mountain of all things sweet and a bunch of your single friends, I have trawled the net for a selection of Valentines must-haves. Should anything tickle your fancy, click the images to be directed to the sites!
Tomorrow I am starting a new job!
I will be working Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays so I am hoping to have a lot more time to blog! Come March, I’ll re-join the rest of the working world with a full five day week but for now, I’ll enjoy these very dressed-down Mondays!
Remember how I promised I was going to start learning to cook healthy delicious meals? (If not, rewind to here and if yes, then I apologise for my snail-like pace to launch my second attempt!)
Adapted from Deliciously Ella, I present to you an easy mid-week dinner dish.
Last week, Monday to Friday, the girls and I were in full swing debate mode. There were sighs; even rollings of the eyes. There were several bookings, followed by several cancellations. Pizza was given the thumbs down. As were restaurants that only offered set menus for parties of more than seven.
But in the end a decision was reached. I have to say, it was Nicola who taco-d us into it.