It FINALLY happened. I moved out of my bijou Wimbledon digs, travelled 100 miles up the motorway with the help of the entire Manc Vintage clan and moved into my own place.
I’ve been here a month and only managed to get internet sorted yesterday which is why I’m late posting this.
So let’s take a virtual tour of the place…
January can be a sad little month.
One filled with the realisation that woman cannot live on cheeseboards and chocolate alone (cue hot-footing it to the gym to burn off the post-Christmas indulges), a month that is decidedly soggy weather-wise and one where the bank balance is deflated.
But it can also mark new beginnings. I must admit I’ve been a bad little blogger this month. The last you heard from me was in 2015! But I’ve had other things taking precedence in the last few weeks and almost 18 months to the day since I wrote this post about moving to the big smoke I’m writing once again about moving on to pastures new. I’m leaving the bright lights of the big city and moving to Birmingham to take up the news editor role at a press agency. I’m very sad to be leaving my lovely work colleagues and friends behind but the time was right for me to move on.
Many a weekend this January has been spent flat-hunting and I finally bagged a beaut (pics to come!)
Last Saturday I paid a farewell visit to Wimbledon Village and instead of picking up practical things like boxes and bleach (for packing/to give the place a deep clean before I depart) I bought a vintage cape and another novelty handbag. Definitely got my priorities right.
Sunday was meant to be the day I got my act together and start packing. I did manage to sort four boxes out but not before spending the large part of the day bingeing on Netflix and eating toast.
I’ll be writing much more regularly from mid-February onwards, so make sure you keep checking in to see my latest finds, outfits and Brummy-based musings.
Someone who’s more organised than me would have had this post written weeks ago with swish photo editing, witty captions and a detailed tome-like review of my year.
Ooh I’ve had a crackin’ Christmas break so far. I’ve caught up with friends and family, seen the new Star Wars film (FYI it was great) and eaten. A lot.
On Christmas Eve it took four back-breaking hours, 40 gift tags and the last two Harry Potter films for me to get all the gift wrapping done.