XXII

I can now safely say that I have been on this planet for more than two decades now, starting from when I left the womb a squalling, tiny baby, hungry for life and milk, to this overgrown whale full of fried wontons and cake. It is moments like this when one takes a moment to deeply reflect on one’s life and it’s progress thus far and truly think about the differences one has made in this grubby world that we live in. To think about deep questions like, “Why do my inner narratives sound like they’re voiced by Anthony Bourdain?” 

Yay for role models!

 But whether or not your spirit animal is an irate, yet wholly entertaining celebrity chef and television personality, the entrance into full-fledged adulthood come with many things, some good, like ice-cream cake and some bad, like an existential crisis. To think about all the things that lay ahead of you, but be reminded that you generally fail at life. But even then, that’s okay.

With grown-up responsibilities (I hear you snicker) on the horizon like the need to seriously revise for impending re-sits, moments like this can be fleeting. But as with everything in life, sometimes it’s okay to have a guilt-free moment being an utter waste of space and a burden on society for just one day. After that, keep that guilt a-comin’.

Because nothing says BIRTHDAYYY like being pelted with a bucket of confetti. My brother is a devious man. :D

I look unintentionally sinister here, but rest assured, it is due to lighting and cake.

So here's to turning 22, and here's to hoping I can make through the next 22 years, and then some.

- Diana x x x

Click your heels.

I may have gone mental. In fact, I may already BE mental (if this were the case, it would explain SO much about me. Just ask my friends, both real and imaginary.) A mental magpie, actually. But I zoomed in on the shiniest and most magnificent thing in my range of vision and made a beeline for these:

Be still, my heart.

Another thing about these that I can’t seem to shake is how much they remind me of the red glitter Jeffrey Campbell Litas that kept popping up in the media around Christmas time last year, namely:

Sweet Mercy Me.

You show me a girl who doesn’t like glitter and I’ll show you a liar. Personally, I believe that every girl, on some level, has an affinity for glitter. It can make the most mundane thing seem just a little bit special, a little bit wonderful and definitely a bit more expensive

I paired the shoes with a Breton striped top (is it BREE-ton? BREH-ton? BRAY-ton? Someone tell me.) and denim shorts this Monday morning, despite the chilly weather. I like having a little pop of colour on Mondays to lift the blues a bit, and the summery top reminds me that warm, sunny days are creeping closer and closer!

Why do my facial expressions always have to be so disastrous?

Top – H&M

Shorts – Primark

Shoes – Vans (available at Schuh)

I also went for a spontaneous dinner with friends tonight at The Atheneaum, and wound up eating ALL THE THINGS EVER but it was all so good:

Left to Right: Posh Chips, Beet and Cabbage Slaw, Rocket Salad, Chips and a Solitary Onion Ring, Mushroom and Haloumi Burger and The Little Green Apple cocktail.

This was a concoction of whiskey, apple juice and cinnamon syrup. I didn't actually like it all that much though, I gave it a go because I do enjoy apples and cinnamon but I'm not all that big on whiskey, and the whiskey just proved to be a bit overpowering for me, but whiskey fans would probably enjoy this a bit more.

I'm sitting here nursing a food baby right now (I shall call him Gordo.) and my eyelids are growing heavy, so I'mma take my leave right now. I think I'm getting the hang of this blogging shizz.

Niiiiiiight all.

-Diana.