In lime green and mykinda* pink this beautiful accessory also doubles up as a clutch (not an accessory) - pretty handy for upcoming birthday celebrations.
Back to work this morning, however, with a six am start (think I'll reserve the five am geddups for the editing process). I created my Author Pages on Amazon's UK and USA sites, which was more challenging than proofreading my first book. What do you say about yourself, when you nestle amongst other authors? FFS their sample biography was that of multi-award-winning Mr Frank McCourt! (Love his books, though).
Written as a light style enhancer, this handy reference guide reminds readers to look after themselves as well as others. Top style essentials and five minute instant boosts to recharge with throughout our busy days.
This was not always a sentence I was comfortable saying - I had a perm right after I watched Dirty Dancing in 1987 and it took me twenty years to become happy with my hair again.
I now offset bad hair days against productivity (stay with me, this isn't a technical post) and realised that I should head to the salon each 6-8 weeks and consider this my vice, if necessary, to maintain this routine. The days of staring into the mirror, despairing over roots and frizz, because I was:
a) fed up of home-dying my shoulder-length mop, and
b) thought hair salons were expensive, are lonnnnnnnnng gone.
My first grey hairs showed through, my then-hairdresser announced, when I was 17.
Yes, not quite as romantic as Sinatra lyricises in It Was a Very Good Year. Now, I'm friendly with dyes and after many colours, I chose to finally embrace my DNA by working blonde hair and black eyebrows, because:
a) I just don't suit dark hair and
b) wouldn't bleach my Cara Dele…
For the last few days I've set my alarm to wake me up two hours earlier than usual.
So instead of waking up at 7.40, blurry-eyed and blah, by my partner dressing for work and then my toddler-daughter needing a nappy change, I've been waking just after five.
Now, I'm really not a morning person, but I work from home and I have writing deadlines to meet and it's the summer (nursery's closed!) so I deduced the only way I'm going to be productive is before the day has really begun (by bath-time I'm only fit for reality TV on the sofa).
So far, I've been very busy-bee-like, enjoying a stress-free breakfast and a gentle start to my day, allowing my mind the opportunity to wake up as it was always meant to - with coffee and quiet and creativity. If I can maintain this habit then I may even find time for a spot of stretching and exercise of a dawn morning.
I said may; Autumn and a 10 tog duvet are around the corner.
This is day two of my challenge to wake at 5am, before the house is awake, before toddler-daughter starts demanding Peppa Pig or Curious George.
Yesterday I woke naturally at 4.50am, so that was fine (although by 10am I wasn't quite sure who the hell I was and by 3 I definitely needed a sit down).
Today, I woke at 4.30 and reset the alarm for an hour later.
I'm following the advice of other, more published, writers out there, to crack on with my first ebook, which has a title change about every half an hour (procrastination, eh?). I write alongside planning my marketing campaign (eh?) and eat my way through our snack box (don't look at me like that, I'm on a self-imposed deadline).
But it's now almost 8pm on day two of early geddups (and the toddler is still asleep I give thee) and I've stopped thinking clearly.
Few more pencil squiggle edits on my paper draft and I'm off to the other sofa.
This working from home malarky is almost as fun as the early-mo…
But before I could mind my Gap, we headed to Canterbury today, and what a lovely city! Amongst the narrow alleyways and recognisable brand names, however, we happened upon the lovechild of Ikea and Paperchase: Tiger.
Remember the song from The Little Mermaid, where she's singing about whosits and whatsits and everybody's old favourite, thingummybob?
We felt like that as we walked two laps, yes, two, of the store. We oohed at and wanted everything we picked up, whether stationery, craft or home item.
Choice, at a reasonable value, and sturdy products in a clean environment.
Ah-mazing, said the Size15Stylist and her friend, over tea and cake and chicken salad. Please be sure to check out your nearest Tiger store if you're heading to the south of England, Cardiff…