I will now confess something to you all that might possibly change your views of me to something similar to a snail... Not that I have turned in to a gigantic slimy creature that leaved a slippery trail after me when I move, but more referring to the speed that a snail moves at. For the people who know me, or have ever had to sit through a meal with me, know that I could possibly be classified as the slowest eater on the planet. So it is no surprise to you that I’m normally not in any hurry to do anything and I like to do things at my own slow snail pace.
Now to my big snail secret! On Thursday I bought my first pair of skinny jeans EVER!
I know, I know that it is about two/three years after the rest of the population bought their first skinny jeans when they first came in to fashion this side of the millennium. And I also know that they will probably go out of fashion in the next few months just because I finally caught on to the trend
I’m still trying to get used to wearing them and with that I mean, trying to get over that I look like a complete moron in them. I wore them around the house on Thursday and today I braved myself and stepped out for some lunch and a bit of shopping in my new skinnies! I have to admit that nobody was pointing and laughing like I thought they would so I might just wear them again one day!
Better late then never, right?
I've just made it back to the UK after an absolutely AMAZING week in the Swiss alps! It was so nice to be there and the sun was shining with great weather and the skiing was as good as you can expect for this time of year and 18 degree heat! I was sooooo relaxed and happy and chilled and if it wasn't for little Mittens waiting for us at home I think Scott would have found it hard to bend my knuckles form the doorway to get me to the airport... Landing in London yesterday afternoon is like every time we get back form the chalet, it is grey. I'm equally surprised every time it happens because you would imagine that I'd remember from time to time how grey this town is, but you don't. The sun is more grey, the trees are more grey, even the air is more grey... it feels like someone has put a big grey filter over london and everyone that lives here sees everything through this big grey filter and eventually you get so used to it that you don't see it anymore... But I still see it, it is fading already but I still see it.
I can't wait to leave!!!
Scott chalet! Me skiing! Grey London... :C
I'm going to give it another go, now if you want to be friends with me little blog, then you have to stop deleting my stuff!
Here is a story about little Mitten that I tried to write the other day!
The thing is she has the most beautiful little features and personality so you just want to pick her up and cuddle her all the time. But you won't because you know that as soon as those four paws leave the ground the sweetness disappears and she is all of a sudden struggling for her life to be back on the ground. I guess I could say that she is very down to earth! =D
I try my best to please her and am not picking her up anymore since I know she hates it, but I can only speak for myself. The other member of this family can not help himself but picks up the struggling cat almost everyday when he arrives home from work. It normally doesn't start off too bad except for some squirming from Mittens side on the way up and she will sit calmly in his arms for almost 30 seconds. Then she slowly starts to push her paws against his chest until she is at a 90 degree angle from "the cuddler" with ears back and a "not impressed" look on her face. At this point she is normally set back down before any life threatening injuries are inflicted upon "the cuddler".
But you can't blame him for trying because she does look really cute and cuddly down there on the ground.
