Who ate all the pies?

Happy Sunday everyone!

Did you all enjoy your weekends? I certainly did. My last two days have involved lots of fun, challenges and spontaneity… the perfect recipe for a wonderful weekend So lets rewind…

Saturday morning got off to a great start when the postie brought me a parcel (the contents of which will be revealed later…) Then I went shopping avec mummy to buy my lil sis some birthday pressies. I got her a cute pair of sunnies from topshop and some frilly knickers, and my mum got her a bunch of cool summer clothes. I LOVE buying gift for people - way more than I enjoy buying things for myself – so I can’t wait to watch her open her presents!

A few weeks ago my mum asked me if I wanted to go to her running club’s summer social event. They have a massive bbq on the top of a pretty hill and there are games of rounders, music etc. I declined the offer because of the whole food/eating-in-front-of-loads-of-people-I-don’t-know sitch. To be honest I think she knew the answer I would give, she just didn’t want me to feel excluded when her and my dad went. But while we were out shopping she said “Remind me to make a pudding for the running club bbq tomorrow”, and without really thinking about what I was doing I said “Sure. Are there still tickets left? Because I’d love to come with you”. As soon as I said it I knew I wasn’t going to regret it because the smile that filled her face was so worth the anxiety the event would bring

So I spent the rest of Saturday making a pudding to take with us to try and distract myself from my worries about the next day.

Meet Hannah’s first ever Key Lime Pie….

Stage one: gingersnap base

Stage two: lime, condensed milk, egg yolk

Stage three: meringue…. and viola!

Oh I was such a proud momma! I’m pleased to say this baby went down a storm amoungst the runners. I didn’t sample any myself but the people who did gave it top marks

Which brings me on to Sunday. I worked from 10:30 – 1:00 at Boots as usual and then off we went to the bbq. I was sporting this outfit…

Topshop denim skirt, vinatge belt, H&M kids navy cami, topshop green cropped jacket (how embarassing, I’ve just noticed you can see my a teddy bear in the background on my bed.. dont judge!) And…

a new beaded necklace  my (almost 6months!) late birthday present from my family in Australia which came in the post yeserday morning! I love beady things, and I love blue… so it was a pretty spot on gift!

ANYWAY, as soon as we arrived on the hill, in true English-weather fashion the heavens opened. Luckily everyone had come prepared for such an occurance so the gazibos and umbrellas came out and the bbq went on. I was so worried about the food because I can’t even remember the last time I ate something that wasn’t cooked/bought/prepared by myself or my mum (with the exception of my time in ip) but I had a veggie burger in a WHITE roll (omg yes, you heard correctly… refined flour!) with a buttload of ketchup, naturally I knew this wasn’t enough compared to my usual lunches and having come straight from work I’d missed my morning snack too, so I made myself have some cous cous salad on the side. I’m not gunna lie - the whole event was HARD and I struggled to enjoy myself. But the point was, I did it, and it made my mum happy me being there which in turn made me happy  Sometimes you just have to suck it up and do things you don’t particularly want to do if it means someone elses day will be better because of it.

And it turns out there are some serious hotties that go to the running club, which is always a bonus! When we arrived a group of them were already there and one said really loudly “Oooh Claire, is this the daughter you’ve been telling us all about??” (cue me blushing like an idiot) and I ended up chatting with a few of them for ages they were very friendly boys. And for once I didn’t actually mind getting some male attention. Before my relapse I used to attract a lot of interest from the opposite sex, and not always in a good way, so part of my ed was fuelled by the desire to make myself unattractive… ok I’m aware how stupid that sounds but its true. So usually whenever a guy starts flirting with me I panic and ed chimes in with “see??? come back to me and all this will go away!” but I managed to brush him off this time and enjoy the attention.

And that was pretty much my weekend! Welp girlies, I’m bushed. I think tonight is going to involve a comfort-food style supper, season 2 of Dexter and some weekly pedicure loving Hope you all have a nice relaxing evening too!

xoxo