Hello hello my petit chum, and welcome to beSottied!
My name is Emily. I'm 26 and I like to adventure. I work in social care communications and I'm gunning for a first at York St John University.
2012 is my third Year of Adventure. I'm trying loads of mad stuff - why don't you try it, too?!
- March 24th 2009
My week off work has started out pretty marvellously, really.
I spent Saturday and Sunday trapped in domestic drudgery, getting all of my ironing and tidying and cleaning out of the way so that I could spend my week doing whatever I pleased without the spectre of an overflowing laundry basket lurking in the corner.
I’m a really untidy, disorganised person and as a result, my bedroom usually looks as though a bomb has hit it (though, in my defence, it never gets as bad as my sister’s). I do like it to look nice, though, and quite often track down little bits and bobs to dress it up. On Friday lunchtime, I bought some pale pink and white paper roses from Laura Ashley, thinking they’d look pretty spiffy in an old glass vase I had stashed in my bathroom. Said vase actually used to be a hurricane lamp, before the sandy stuff in the bottom got really tatty and someone (me) threw it out. I almost bought two boxes of the flowers, thinking one wouldn’t be enough. It’s a good job I didn’t, though, since that one little plastic box contained approx 3 million roses and faded green leaves. I couldn’t cram them all into the hurricane lamp vase…
…so I’ve artfully - I hope - arranged them in various other places around my room. I think these three add a nice touch to my bookcase (don’t bother deciphering the titles: there’s nothing remotely sophisticated there. Lots and lots o chick-lit in pastel jackets, and knitting books).
There’s another on my dressing table, next to the old glass milk bottle I’m very very slowly filling with buttons. Yes, as 23-year-old girls up and down the country are out doing drugs and sleeping with inappropriate men, I’m sat in my bedroom, happily filling a milk bottle with old buttons.
I took these photographs so that I could email them to Mutti in Dubai, to prove that my room was actually tidy at one point this year. Though I’m going to try to keep it tidy I can almost guarantee my abode will be back to full-fledged bombsite status by the time she gets home next week. Does the ability to stay tidy come with age? Or at least, get easier with age? I hope so, because at the moment I think Laura is the only person on Earth who can put up with my mess, and as much as we joke on about it, I really don’t think she wants to marry and spend the rest of her life with me.
I did actually manage to get some knitting on the go, too. I’ve only knitted about 6 rows so far, but it’s better than a kick in the teeth. I spent Monday with Neil, romping up various hills in the Cleveland Way and eating ice cream cones (why are they called 99s? Why? Keep meaning to look that up) in the sun, each of us trying to ignore the Force 9 gale that was buffeting hair, leaves, and bad-tempered ducks alike.
We had a bit of a walk today - more a slow stroll - in the park after lunch. I’ll have to get my running shoes back on tomorrow, as I’m in week 5 of my 8-week training plan and it’s really not going brilliantly. I’ve just been struggling to keep running for the right amount of time, and it’s really started to bug me. I think I may need to do this week twice - I’ve given myself plenty of time to do so - but would really rather not. Neil (a runner himself, booo) has given me a few handy tips to try out, so I’ll wait and find out if there’s any improvement in my performance tomorrow.
If not, I’ll just have to go into full-blown Oh My God I’ve Entered a Sodding Half Marathon And I Can’t Actually Run panic. Looking forward to that!