bluebell & bumpkin

eight things that happen after you get married

Thursday, 11 February 2016

Just over four months ago, Dan and I tied the knot. Now, I am not entirely sure that four months of married life gives me the authority to talk about exactly that, married life, but guess what, I am going to anyway. Brace yourself.

1 :: Every single time you say "my husband", you silently cringe, giggle or both. Are you quite sure I am old enough for that?

good things :: the wednesday edition #015

Wednesday, 10 February 2016

Another week, another Wednesday, and another batch of good things. If you follow me on Twitter, or even read this little old post (some of you crazy cats might even do both), you will know how excited I was for pancake day, and in case you were worried, it lived up to every expectation - yes, even with the fire alarm going off every five minutes and terrifying a sleeping puppy, but I suspect that is all part of the fun.

Shockingly however, there is apparently more to life than pancakes, so without any further ado, here are a few of the other simple pleasures which make the everyday good.

pancakes and broken hearts.

Tuesday, 9 February 2016

Fun fact. I read a newspaper this morning. Well, that is not strictly true. "I read a newspaper over the shoulder of my fellow commuter" would be a far more accurate way of describing what really happened, and even then, I only looked at the pictures. What my short lived career in newspaper espionage taught me however, was that not only is it Pancakes Day today (as if I needed reminding), but it is also Valentine's Day. The reason I know this? There were some rather glitzy engagement rings plastered all over the back page. Oh, and away from the Great British media, bunches of overpriced roses already wilting in the supermarket.

good things :: the wednesday edition #014

Wednesday, 3 February 2016

I will not be the only one to have noticed that it is getting lighter earlier in the mornings, and darker later in the evenings, and thank goodness. I adore winter up to around 10th January, after which time, I need more daylight and sunlight, and long for the days where you can wear ballet flats without freezing your left foot off. That being said, I don't think we are completely out the woods yet. It is still freezing, and let's just say, this morning was not a morning to forget your gloves when waiting for a very delayed train...

fourteen week pupdate.

Tuesday, 2 February 2016

Molly, the cheeriest and cheekiest cocker spaniel is fourteen weeks old today. She has been our housemate for a little over one month now, but it feels like she has been with us forever. In spite of the gnawing of furnitures, the now many holes in jumpers, and her occasional frequent mad moments, I cannot imagine a time before our two became a three.