My beautiful friend Victoria, who I met 2 years ago when I went on a cake decorating course in Ireland, is pregnant!! She’s expecting her first baby and I was invited to her baby shower. She lives in London though….so just a teensy bit of a trek 🙈
I knew she wasn’t expecting me to come. It’s July, it’s wedding season and I’m sure she assumed I had far too many cakes to bake. But I made the effort. I knew when I met this woman that we would share a lifelong friendship.
My wonderful cousin also lives in London, so I’d be killing two birds with one stone (that’s an awful analogy!!) and I just love this man. Growing up we lived just around the corner from eachother, so when I packed my bags at 6 years old and told my mom I was moving out, I would race my bike over to his place. He was a good few years old than me (still is obviously 😜 but it’s different when you’re a kid) but I always felt a strong connection to him. My other cousins where that much older that they were going through their teenage years so they didn’t pay me much attention. And to be honest, my oldest cousin intimidated the heck out of me. Ah but then there was Brent. One of my fondest memories of Brent was when I was about 7 or 8 and he took me into the bathroom and did my hair all gorgeous and told me that I had to have it that way for my wedding day! I must remember that day so well because he made me feel like a princess, and to be honest, he still kinda does. He’s got a good heart, I can tell him ANYTHING and EVERYTHING and he never judges. Sometimes we can go weeks or months without speaking but I know he’s always got my back when I need him, and also puts me in my place when I’m needing that too. And it’s just all round fun when we can reminisce about our childhoods without having the sibling rivalry that always seems to come up when having conversations with siblings 🙄😜 So annnnyway, Love you B and thanks for being you x
So as I’ve totally gone off on a tangent….London!
I always thought I hated the city, I convinced myself that I was a small town girl….and I am to a degree. But I LOVE being the real me in the city. There are no facades, no pretending to be someone you’re not. There are interesting people everywhere you look and there are Espresso Martinis….at lunch time. That’s just straight up awesome! Boozy lunches are the way forward my friends (see, I’ve been in small towns for far too long!) This was the first time I really saw London. Not like in the tourist attractions and such as I’ve seen most of those already-Madame Tussauds this visit was well worth the hour and a half wait in the queue-but I felt free there. Free to do what I wanted and free to act like me. And it was so incredibly refreshing….oh and this happened…..!
I was asked to come in for a modelling test shoot. And because I was going to be in London anyway (3 birds now!), I figured why the hell not? It would be something out of my comfort zone (which I’ve been trying to do more often) but wow, what fun! I got my makeup done, my hair did and got to dress up all day. What an experience. Something I’ll remember for the rest of my life. I ‘passed’ the test shoot and I’ve been asked to be put on a modelling companies talent list….and guys if nothing comes of it, I am not bothered. Because it was fun, it made me more comfortable in my skin and it was a huge personal learning experience for me. It gave me hope. Not the kind of hope that I might make a crazy modelling career from this, but hope that what this Universe has in store for me, won’t go by me. That I’m going to embrace every opportunity that comes my way. Then I’ll never be able to have regrets. I’m trying to get my husband on the same mental wavelength. I’ve just discovered some of his dreams that he’s never told me because he feels guilty. Because he chose to get married and have children, his life now is to take care of us and not fulfill those dreams. While that’s a very noble gesture…I think it’s stupid! And I got mad at him, then sad for him. And I told him that he’s on the next flight out to France to cycle the flaming Alps, and he’s absolutely more than welcome to do that on his own. I’d rather cut off my left arm….and eat it. But it’s kinda for selfish reasons too, because I refuse to be the woman that stopped a man from living his life because he chose me. That’s pure and utter bullshit. Excuse my French 🙊 But I’m so so passionate about this. My husband knows not to bring money up either…because if you want something bad enough, and you believe it will happen, money isn’t an issue. The universe will make it happen. And I utterly, absolutely, without a doubt in my mind, believe that this is true. So go on your next adventure regardless how big or small, don’t let anyone hold you back, and go out of your comfort zone. Everytime! Because big things will happen, I promise 💕 x