Crimbo 2015 is officially on its
way out! Our poundland decorations are going to be taken down this evening, and
our uneaten advent calendars are going to be chucked out (what is wrong with
us?! I think we’ve hit our limit with that cheap choccie). Me and Jonny have
bought each other stuff from the sales which is definitely progress from last
year as we left it till after Christmas and still owed pressies in July!
And the most dreaded of
all…..back to work. I’ve plastered a smile on my face and telling myself that
all the nice things I’ve done and presents I’ve given to people has allllllllll
been possible because of that little place I go every FLIPPIN’ DAYLIGHT HOUR day.
Christmas started off
fandabbydosey because for the first time in the history of living away from
home, travelling up on the train on Christmas Eve was actually…a delight!
Nothing better than being right next to the doors, with your eyes on your own
suitcase and a whole glorious seat next to you that is empty and not taken by a
person with seven elbows. I had finally given in and bought Spotify Premium so
I could listen to a playlist on the way home (mostly Marina + the Diamonds,
Florence + The Machine and Justin Biebs).
Then it was HOOOOOOOME. So-ho
good to be back where drinks and food gets miraculously made for you, and an
angel comes round every now and then to ask if you need anything washing, hugs
galore and hours and hours of free time so you can finally get through one
dang-blasted book. Also, the 2015 Christmas Home Edition has an update from
last year’s version…A MUTHAFOOFIN’ PUPPY.
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| Just look at the fun you can have with her! |
Her name is Scout and I want to
kidnap her so we can lavish attention on each other whenever we want. We’d
never had a small dog before and she had some pretty big paw steps to step in
to, and by God she’s done it. So cute and warm and malleable and easy-going. I
even bought her a present for Christmas (it was compulsory for all guests),
which was some fellow-puppy slippers that she can chew and chase to her hearts
content. Absolute bless *wipes tear from eye*.
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| Christmas Day selfie feat. snowman earrings |
Then Christmas Day! Adult
Christmas now means getting up around 9, having time to get ready, gathering in
the living room and chomping on some bacon butties with bucks fizz whilst
waiting for a full audience so present opening can begin! I love seeing what
people have got for me, because it just sums up what you’ve been doing all year
and what you’ve been talking to everyone about. Which meant that mine was 99%
make-up, of course!
I got some gorgeous things that I
would have felt waaaay too guilty to buy for myself. Special mentions to the
Real Techniques brushes (good-bye £1 brush from Amazon muahaha), some matte
eyeshadow palettes which I really needed for new things I’ve learnt and a less
sparkly look at work, and another crimson shade of Maybelline 24 hour lipstick that
I’ve been wanting for ages because you can NEVER have enough! Ma got me a
L’oreal primer as I’ve been sneaking some from her pot for years – how did she
know?! The L’oreal box was a freebie when you spend over £15 on the brand at
Boots, and there’s an amazing eyeliner pen in there. I’d been happy with my
Collection 2000 felt liner for ages but didn’t realise how thick the tip was
and how much it makes it harder for a delicate flick!
Also, props to my sister for
getting me real life Anastasia Beverly Hills liquid lipstick – my prayers to
lipstick gods had been answered! It was the exact shade I wanted and
everything! The observant so-and-so had seen my post on how it was my next aim,
but then it was too expensive and I couldn’t risk it yet. Turns out, there was
no risk! It’s everything I hoped it would be and I wore it for Christmas Day, I
shall write about it soon! I wanted to keep the box it came in because, yanno,
it’s ABH and these things are rare! But Dad was on top form with the wrapping
paper clean-up and I suspect its lost deep deep down in the recycling – I’m
just glad the moment was forever immortalised when I took the picture :’)
(I also got some tights which are
great because it’s one of those essentials that you need. However when I tried
them on, I actually felt Christmassy bliss. I had no idea just how crappy the
Primark tights I’ve been buying for years are! They were just so THICK and
STRETCHY and WARM and just an all-round joy to wear)
So Christmas was spent
lounging/eating/visiting/eating/playing scrabble/drinking and then heavily sleeping…perfect!
Boxing Day we had one side of the
family around for food and my goodness the turkey and leek pie was amazing. And
just look how cute my Grandad is!
Sometimes when I can’t sleep I just go back
to this picture because it’s so incredibly cute. I never usually put people’s
pictures up unless they said it was fine, but to ask Grandad would have meant
introducing him to the internet and ain’t nobody got time for that! I’m sure
he’d be fine with the online fame.
Grandad’s birthday would be the
next day, which called for a speech in which he said when he was little, his doctor told him that
he would never make it past 10 years old, in which case, NONE OF US WOULD HAVE
EXISTED. Ruminate on that whilst you’re enjoying a meal!
Next day was another family
party, and was the perfect opportunity to practise with all my make-up and take
some gratuitous selfies! That cut crease was impossible with my other
eyeshadows! It was good to see everyone on the other side (HEEEELLOO FROM THE
OTHER SIIIIIIIIDE) and introduce Scout to them.
Halfway through I got the call
that I was urgently needed for a night out with friends, and seeing as I was
already dressed for it I agreed. Where I live has completely lost its night
life, and now it’s all a-happening in the linked town next to it. It was an
alright night and perked up when I found out there was a 24 hours Macdonalds,
but then perked right down when no one was going to it. I couldn’t face being
out if it wasn’t with a maccies so I said goodbye around 4am and got a taxi
home.
AND THEN, A MIRACLE HAPPENED. You know when you leave for a night out and
there’s make-up all over the floor and clothes strewn across the bed? I got
home and toddled upstairs to find that it has been TIDIED SINCE. Make-up neatly
piled, clothes folded and my contact stuff already prepped by the mirror. Is
this what I’ve been missing by going to Uni? Not only that, but the next day I
got fussed over. No one fusses over you usually when you have a hangover,
you’ve gotta make your own way into the day. But boom, tea made. Drink made.
Hangover = not as harrowing as usual. Fully recommend, 10/10.
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| Rare happy hungover moment! |
And that’s it! A lot more hugging
the dog/dad, a lot more reading and lounging around but then the time came to
travel back to my other home. And it was nicely rounded off, with the trip down
being as perfect as the trip up. Yay!
(Next I’ve lined up a sales haul
– SO MANY THINGS FOR SO CHEAP A PRICE)
