"Hearts will never be practical until they are made unbreakable." – Wizard of Oz

Hey Guys, Ronnie here,

So Today, It is Ellie and Joe's Three Year Anniversary...
Congratulations!

I've watched my best friend's relationship with Joe bloom over the years. I remember when they first started seeing each other! Of course, I had to do the best friend duty of the 'Seal of approval'.
When I first met Joe, he definitely met many of my expectations of what Ellie needed/wanted. But don't be fooled, I'm still waiting for him to tick certain boxes till he reaches the 10/10 approval, Even after three years. Mwu Ha Ha! 
I've always been envious of Ellie and her tight relationship with her boyfriend. They have been through the typical ups and downs. In my eyes, it has made them both even stronger than ever.

Give me some tips Ellie! *Bows Down*

For the viewers that are wondering about my own love life? Non-existent.
 I've always asked Ellie's advice at how she has kept her sparkle in the relationship. I think personally, God planted the good seed in her life.
For all of you single-tons out there, I feel your pain. For most of us modern day singles, we are awkwardly venturing onto the cyber dating world. The disasters of finding a decent profile pictures and the cringe worthy biographies. Yes! This picture shows I am constantly happy, Yes this photograph shows I have a social life. Yes this photograph really shows my extensive range of hobbies. I ask myself, Am I interesting?, Am I sexy? Am I cool? No Ronnie. Just try and be yourself.
To be honest most of the guys in the UK just message you for "Would you like some fun?",
Play Dumb Girls and delete!
So as I am writing this blog out, Listening to Taylor Swift album, hairbrush in my hand and wearing my biggest pants I could find. It's hard to cheer yourself up. Waiting all night for a blooming miracle. It's hard to be content in yourself when you feel something is missing.

Nostalgia always kicks in. I think I've only been in love once. I met him when I just turned eighteen years old. I was in the the most popular nightclub in my city. I looked across the room, I caught him starring at me. I was wearing this fabulous orange beach dress, with some gold strappy heels. At the time I thought I had a wardrobe malfunction, my makeup wasn't incredible, but he seemed to think different!  I didn't think much of him at the time. Eventually he tracked me down on Facebook. On our first date, we blossomed into something more than what I ever expected. Unfortunately after over an incredible year and a half, he fell out of love.
It's sad to say "Honey, this is life!", but girls you have got to pick yourselves back up and keep moving. These key moments in our lives result in creating ourselves as better people. We need experiences, relationships to understand. People come and go out of our lives. I hold no grudges anymore, Just more love.

To finish off, the best advice Ellie has given me about love is...

"Don't search for it."  


Thank you Readers xxx

Kasabian Summer Solstice

Hey everyone! 

Sorry I haven't been blogging much, I've just been so busy with my new job, university summer homework etc. So, on the 21st of July I attended a much needed mini- festival. Kasabian, for the first time ever played in our home town, Leicester. I've been waiting for almost ten years for this to actually happen, and they didn't disappoint. Actually that was a lie... I was too fucking drunk to remember. I couldn't even hear the music but I was dancing- badly. I'm not much of puller, but I pulled too. Unfortunately, he never called back-Awkward... I'm not naming and shaming readers!

So back to the topic at hand...
This was actually my first mini music festival and I was stuck on what to wear and also strapped for cash. I pulled my wardrobe doors back- gazed along the long lines of history of memories... that dress I wore to my first house party... Christmas in that top... those jeans my dog peed on... Hmmm. I wanted to look bright, colourful and to stand out from the crowd.
I mixed up my little concoction from clothes I already had. I followed on trends the colour blocks and clashes.
I wore a purple chiffon skirt from River Island from a couple years back, I paired this up with a Yellow crop top from Topshop, and my White Dr Martens. I didn't know what accessories to wear but I thought stick with the bright colour theme. I got a flowered headband from Claire's Accessories, and a Blue Tassel bag from River Island to create a bright, bold, festival fevered look. It just goes to show that you don't need to keep buying, have a rummage girls and bash it all together!


Ronnie

xoxoxo

Ruby.

Today is my mum and dad's Ruby wedding anniversary, and if you're not familiar with years connected to precious stones and metals...they've been married 40 years. 

I've grown up in a generation where sadly, a lot of people my age live in single/divorced parent families, so I consider myself to be incredibly lucky to have both of my parents still together. 

I've been with my other half for three years and that feels like such a long time, but forty years is a whole lot longer, it's beautiful that two people can still love each other as much as the day they met. 

My parent's were my age when they married, twenty years old. I can't imagine being married at this age. 

My parents are the perfect example of true love. They show you don't need to always hold hands in public or kiss hello or goodbye. The love is there for everyone to see with a simple look or smile. It has become clear to me over the past week just how much they adore each other. 

On Monday, my dad was admitted to A&E (for reasons I won't go in to) and as I arrived at the bay he was in, I could see the look of pure fear in my mum as she struggled to realise that her husband was sat there. Tears in her eyes, blotchy red chest and no smile, all my dad had to do was just smile or wink at her and you could see the fear weaken inside her. 

My sister Kelly and I struggled to come up with ideas of what we could get them to celebrate today, that was until I was speaking with my mum and she sadly said 'I won't get a cake for my anniversary' and there it was, the idea. We were left a little broke after buying the cake and I was left tired after sneaking around trying to transport the cake to my gran's house to home without my mum knowing what I was doing, and only a provisional driving licence in my purse. 

40 years, 14 609,688 days and still going strong. 

I love you mum and dad. 

E x 

Travel bucks.

As I arrived home from university for the summer, I had one thing floating around in my mind..'how do I survive off £25 a month?' 

I can't. It's impossible. 

Being the 20 year old, bus travelling, pauper student, £4.20 day pass person I am it's impossible to make £25 stretch over seven days. 

With the rugby season over, I was left without a job. Without a job and without eye candy rugby players. As you would have seen from Ronnie's previous post, we are planning on travelling the world. 2017 is our year. But saving money from such little a weekly budget is proving difficult. 

But alas! After applying for copious job applications I found myself once again employed...Ellie is once again 'Ellie- queen of the bar' 

As happy as I am, I'm still not 100% sure I can make this happen when I pay £65 a week rent plus bills, tv licence, wifi and food shopping. 

I guess I could become 'Ellie- dog walking extraordinaire' or 'Ellie- princess of the car boot' 

It will happen, it will happen. 

E x

Soon To Be Globe Trotters

This week, Ellie and I delved into our minds on what we could do with ourselves. Of course, It's always been the most unreasonable and most expensive option, give or take the Mc Donald's infamous toffee sundae. As we soaked up the sun in a 03 Plate Ford Ka, contemplating how to make our lives that more purposeful and important, well we decided...

I've always been a big traveler. I love embarking on the unknown, preferably some where hot with a glass of wine. I turned to Ellie with a huge smile on my face, "Let's go travelling!" I shouted.
Myself and Ellie went to Greece one summer for a week. A small, quaint island called Kefalonia. I knew we could handle each others' company for maybe even 3 months! Great. I have my best friend, the sunshine, and oh wait... pittance.
Our minds pondered the imaginary blue oceans, the impeccable beaches, and our own fond thought of us with fabulous golden tans. *Burst Bubble* Wait... One problem- Money.
Back to reality, we both worked out the costs of a package deal to go travelling, estimation of around 2k-3k each...

Question... Where are we going to find this money?

So Ellie and I have decided to set a realistic goal. We need to save the money, cut down on silly shopping and expensive nights out. We have also started to planning to create paintings, selling our unwanted goods at car boots and also sacrificing some of our own social time. I think this will be worth it!

2017 Here we come!

Thought field.

So I've been thinking, 

Have you ever just sat there and thought about why things happen? Or what's to come in your future? I have and I can't seem to stop. 

Throughout my high school years I went through a year of surgery, travelling back and forth to London every single week to have two silicone balloons filled with water in order to stretch the skin in my shoulder to remove a birthmark that covered my shoulder and neck for the majority of my life. Whilst being the 12 year old English Hunchback of Notre Dam, I lost who I thought were my friends and was exposed to severe bullying. I did not want to go to school. 

Just before my GCSE's I was involved with individuals from Peterborough who later on made my life hell for 9 months, calling, texting, emailing me telling me what's wrong with me. Fat, ugly, worthless, stupid. I couldn't face leaving the house, I didn't like anyone. I hated everyone. I did not want to go to school. 

I went to a new school, after failing most of my GCSE's. I studied two BTEC courses "stupid people courses". I started seeing a councillor every week for my mental issues and was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and mania. I couldn't see the fun in anything. I did not want to go to school. 

I now go to university, I wake up every morning with a smile on my face knowing that the people throughout my schooling life have either stuck by me or have had the decency to leave. I do want to go to school. 

To Ronnie, 

You are my rock. I love you in many ways even if you are a pain in the bum. No matter how much we annoy each other I know it's always sorted two hours later. You took me on my very first night out when I was sixteen and cleaned my sick out of a taxi when I was nineteen. I'm twenty next week, brace yourself. 

To Chloe, 

I've told you things I've never told anyone and you've never broke my trust and stuck by my side no matter how many stupid things I've done. My partner in costa crime, always. 

To Laura, 

9 years and still going. What more do I need to say? Thank you for all the McDonald's breakfasts. 

To Zeedee, 

My little Stokie princess. It's amazing to think I've made a friend for life just from uni. I remember listening to your laugh in a lift and thinking 'she needs to be my mate' 

To Hannah, 

I've lived with you for the past 10 months and you don't hate me yet, so I must be doing something right? Brummie. 

To Jodie, Gemma and Hayley, 

My older and definitely wiser mother hens. We were forced into friendship by our partners' love for each other but I wouldn't have it any other way. And you like cocktails as much as me so it's cool. 

And finally, Joseph, 

You're not only my boyfriend but my best friend. Even though we are both mardy, we know the love is there and I couldn't ask for anything more. You're my bear. 

I apologise for the depressing post, but I just had a moment. 

E x 

Juju love.

Today I did something I thought I'd never do...

Gave in to Jelly shoes. 

Remember those shoes you had when you were a kid that gave you blisters from hell and really sweaty feet? Yeah those. 

         £20, £18 w/ student discount. 

I got these from Schuh (when I was supposed to be moving back home for the summer) I said to myself if they don't have my size, it's fate and I shouldn't get them. They didn't have my size....

So I got them a size smaller! And in some bizarre Cinderella moment, they fit like a glove and it was love at first sight. 

The moral of the story is...

There isn't one, I just like shoes. 

E x