In a few short hours it won’t be 2012 anymore! Usually I’m one to get sad and emotional about that, I’m not a massive fan of New Years Eve and the concept of time terrifies me but nevertheless I have decided to embrace it by looking over the highlights of my year and looking forward to a bright 2013.
So, in 2012 I:
Rebranded my blog! ‘BellasBits’ was born.
Competed in dance competitions around the country, falling back in love with music and movement and getting to know some of my squad better.
Visited the Ideal Home Show and loved it, bring on 2013!
Saw Steps and The Throne at the 02, as well as climbing over it!
Went on some amazing travels: Amsterdam, Thailand, Berlin, Edinburgh, Bruges.
Went on my first real road trip down to Cornwall, surfing included!
Learned to like Sauvingnon Blanc (but not how to spell it ..) – shocker!
Learnt how to BBQ like a pro.
Played ‘Pointless’ .. for real!
Learned to love myself as my friends, family and amazing boyfriend all love me.
2012 has been a very special year for me. I’ve worked incredibly hard, as I will continue to do so, I’ve learnt alot about myself and will continue to better myself, I’ve experienced and loved every day to the full, and will continue to do so, as 2013 dawns and every year after that. 2012 has also been a very special year for our country. I know we’ve been hearing/seeing/reading about this absolutely everywhere so I won’t go into it to much, but felt like it deserved a mention (Go Brits, woo.). So as 2013 dawns, I am looking to the future and what I wish to achieve. I’ve got lots of exciting plans for Bellas Bits in 2013 so stick around, and we can continue this incredible journey they call ‘life’ together. And please say hello! I would really love to get to know you all better :)
There’s something about family and friends coming together over a glass of wine or a beer in front of the TV on a Saturday night that makes Britain think they are judges. Despite the fact that for the most part, we know absolutely nothing about the foxtrot or the samba, tone or pitch, or if and how she’s got her fake tan wrong; we love to think that we know it all, and further to that; have our say. Whether this is through texting our friends, facebook statuses or twitter, Britain absolutely loves to have a good old bitch about what’s popping up on our TV screen. And I’m no different. Here’s what went down on my Twitter feed last night regarding ITV’s The X Factor:
I turned into a complete cow! Who the hell do I think I am? That being a blogger instantly makes my opinion worthy, that I am qualified to judge the voices, the appearance, the staging of these singers, these people? It might have been the wine, but I didn’t half go off on one. The thing is though, it’s not just me. My entire Twitter feed was buzzing with bitchiness and brash comments about song choices, what whoever was wearing or a Judge’s comment. Who do we think we are?! Unless we are show business professionals, have sung on the X Factor ourselves or a have a Top 40 single, we simply haven’t got a clue. How would I feel if someone tweeted this way about me and my work? Not too great, that’s for sure. Whilst in the comfort of my own living room, I might yell and scream what I think at the TV, I think from now I’ll keep my tweeting to a minimum. X Factor Humble Pie much?!
I had SUCH a lush weekend! To escape the madness of my student house (everybody finishing their exams except me and perhaps one other) it was necessary to trek up to London to see the man where he was staying in his rent’s flat, recovering from the dreaded illness. I expected to lounge all day in my pjs, watching Dexter and playing Football Manager, not for him to be staggeringly better and be able to head up to Brick Lane for the Sunday market. It was … interesting.
We were just casually walking along, sticking out like sore thumbs for not being as cool as all the East End kids (I even had my backpack on my front, and yes I was wearing a backpack, Kipling if you must know) when we stumbled upon a vintage pop up market. Now being a student my bank balance is constantly low, but looking couldn’t harm anybody, could it? What startled me was how affordable everything was. Before, I’d only really done vintage shopping in West London, at the Chelsea Vintage Fashion Fair and Notting Hill stores where I had to save up for six months because everything was so pricy, but transfer to East London, we’re talking three vintage tea dresses for £25.
It just baffled me really, the stark contrast in pricing … but also quality. The boyfriend found a gorgeous vintage Barbour jacket for £5 (or so he thought), however, it was actually just a Marks and Sparks navy puffer jacket … the entire event was a glorified charity shop. When I think of ‘vintage’ I think of 1940s tea dresses and bespoke jewellry. I think of ladies shoes that only go up to a size 5 and giant fur coats selling for hundreds of pounds. This pop up market had none of that, it kind of made me doubt what actually IS vintage … does anybody know? Is there a solid definition or a trading standard that sellers must go by? I don’t think so. I think with hipsters finding it cool to dress old school, rather than appreciating the item, anything goes. Home made dresses made to look like 60s housewive aprons go for a tenner and three year old Topshop jewellry posing as 30s gold goes for twenty. Because I’m just not sure if the Great British public know better. Hmm. Thoughts anybody?