Quote from the lyrics of Ariana Grande. I’m totally using this quote as an excuse to open a bottle of pink bubbles (you know for photography authenticity)

I have a secret, which if you ever met me isn’t the greatest secret ever. In my head I am a fairy. When I first met Mr F he named part of my personality as ‘Fairy’, this is the ditzy blonde, petite and often totally mistaken element of me, this is the part of me that didn’t realise that cars gave way on roundabouts in the UK to the right…until I had at least ten years of driving experience (I just thought people were kind) and Mr F pointed this out…ops! Fairy is also identified when I sing the wrong lyrics out loud incorrectly clueless to my own error, when I suddenly realise that things aren’t pronounced or therefore spelt how I thought they were for the last thirty years; examples include ‘Ham bags’ (leather…meat, it made sense in my head?) or that I drove through Blackwall Tunnel for several years oblivious to the Thames water over my head.
However, my definition of me as a fairy is magical. I have secret powers. Technically, we all have these powers but I harness them whilst many wallow in misery and self doubt…the secret power I possess is that I fully believe that the thoughts I have become my reality. I notice my thoughts, pay attention to them and go out of my way to avoid negative people. I am mindful in how I perceive others and more importantly myself. I don’t let myself indulge in ‘mindLESS’ entertainment on TV. I continuously cultivate my mind daily. Some days I am successful, other days I don’t always fully succeed – but I always go to sleep reflecting on what I did do well.
A few weeks a go I went to a funeral of a lovely member of my family. She was such a huge character and as I reflected on how grateful I was to have had her in my life. I realised that in other conversations around the room people chatted of mundane tales of life and that the highlights were sharing tales of her that made us laugh, giggle and reflect. Stories that stirred a ‘Pop pink Champagne’ reaction within us. Listening to the fizz and delight of life (seriously how lovely is that noise), perhaps you are more a ‘cold pint with moustache’ kinda dude or a warming ‘mulled wine’ worldly woman – what ever life’s tipple is, shouldn’t that be a daily goal for us all? * I’m not suggesting we all become alcoholics, this is just an analogy, I am suggesting that we make time to enjoy life even in the bleaker moments.
As a Fairy, I am 100% a pink Champagne popping princess. This analogy isn’t about financial wealth, but to me a quality product, with an edge (its pink), with a beauty, vitality and energy (the pop), an energy that makes others who sample its delight feel special. A treat. For me an indulgent necessity.
Pink Champagne is chilled, it knows when to make noise (back to the pop again) and when to settle in the glass, when to tingle of the tongue – best of all, it looks at life through rose tinted ‘glasses’ and always makes me want to dance. Its this description of life that I aspire to.
What’s your tipple of life?

Whoop! Couldn’t wait for 2018 and #18 to coincide, it just seems right some how? The numbers are aligned and after a cluster-f*ck week at work (seriously child protection can be hard on the heart) I am celebrating this weekend…all weekend. I am celebrating for no reason other than why shouldn’t I? Mr F is currently bemused by my desire to sparkle, dance (in the kitchen), open Pink Champagne and generally savour every moment. I’m not letting his negativity stop me, why….because we all have so much to celebrate, which leads me effortlessly on to my featured bloggers post.
Quote by Wayne Dyer
Quote Anon, but I wouldn’t mind betting the writer was English.
Quote by Albert Einstein
Sometimes a blog just writes itself, this is one of those. Today I did an assembly and my message at the start was about making time to listen over the christmas break – then imagine a practical where 200 girls are sitting back to back and describing an image on the projector and you are beginning to understand the concept of chaos and how I spent 8:40am – 9am. The message (although entirely lost in the chaos) is true however, when I look back on Christmas pasts I remember the little details, the moments of hilarity, traditions and the conversations with loved ones that are no longer here.
We teach children how to walk and even though social media is so very new to us also, we need to be teaching children about social skills, perimeters and when to put the phone away. The christmas break seems a good time for this, and I will certainly be popping my i-gadgets to the side for memories this season. I also love the honestly that comes through Sophie’s post and the battle of mental health that is like a shadow to most modern day issues. So, give it a click and thank you to all our regular bloggers from #thesatsesh crew that have joined myself and
Before I begin my swoon on this American delight – you would be correct in thinking I have a soft spot for the elderly. In light of this series, please *click the link to find out whats its all about, I do believe we can learn so much for listening to our elders. Perhaps that make me sounds old fashioned, but its more basic maths…longer life equals more experience to share.
As a role model I love that she doesn’t follow the trends to the tee and usually puts her flare and style on just about anything she touches. I also adore her marriage lasted ‘upon death do us part’ a staggering 67 years, with her husband Carl sadly passing just before he was due to turn 101 years wise. If you see images of the couple they ooze love, sincerity and gratitude for each other. With several of my friends ending marriages before the year was out, I have to fully bow in this couples legacy of love.
