My Easter bank holiday weekend has been relatively dull compared to the rest of the UK’s – my Twitter stream was awash with smug families gobbling up roast dinners and taking the kids on trips / hipsters enjoying the excuse to get extra trollied in Hoxton. Having spent the previous working week with a weird strain of flu – and still feeling less than 100% – I was left to loll about the house on my own again this bank hol as both my fiance and my flatmate had to work. I am now rather bored of relaxing/resting up/daytime telly. The above picture depicts my fab Saturday night (what you can’t see is Take Me Out on in the background..). Suffice to say, I cannot wait for a dose of fun, pronto.
Posts Tagged ‘Easter’
Where have I been?
Lately I’ve been neglecting the blog. Instead I’ve been….
researching how the Royal Wedding has influenced fashion and design for modabot.de
eating meat again! I’m so excited that lent is now over!
drinking peppermint tea – in a bid to revitalise my weary bod
emailing emerging designers and PRs to set up interviews for a magazine
procrastinating by watching Cute Roulette
crying my eyes out to The Notebook
lusting after Ryan Gosling and his magnificent beard.
craving an extravagant Easter egg
listening to N’s latest Youtube discovery Jack Parow
coveting some summer wedges (more on that to follow…)
40 days and 40 nights
I am not at all religious. I think I attended Sunday School until I was about 7 or 8 when I decided I wasn’t into it. But in today’s culture – which embraces none of the religious doctrines but all of the fun food-related holidays – it seems fine and dandy to dip a toe into the odd religious festival. So while every year my friends are giving up chocolate for the tenth time, I’ve decided that this year I’ll give something up for Lent. Not for any specific reason other than right now I could do with losing some weight and saving some money.
So for the next 40 days I’ll be giving up…. MEAT.
I’m not a huge meat-eater I suppose, but no one could accuse me of cheating. Living with a self-confessed KFC-fancier who doesn’t feel full unless his meal consists of at least 1/3 meat (bar, perhaps, breakfast) I’ve come to realise – the hard way – who you live with can really impact on your meal choices. Especially when said 30-year-old boyfriend has the metabolism most teenagers dream of. So while he chomps down on meat galore, I’m just going to say no.
It feels kind of good knowing that I’m not alone and that it’s still a talking point – most people seem to be giving something up (even if it’s as ridiculous as going without massages for 40 days). And armed with vegetarian recipe books, a cupboard full of lentils and my veggie father on speed dial, I’m intrigued to see how hard this will be..
Wish me luck!