This post is dedicated to my new feet huggers, they will sleep in my bed with me, they will come to new york with me, they are my new best friends. My mum asked me what i wanted for my birthday (8th march, plenty of time to do your emma shopping), i hot footed it to the nearest topshop, where i was seduced by these wisteria wedged suede crossovers. Down to £60 from £95, how could i not, i folded like an old playing card. 

the only way out is to sleep and to dream

Sorry about the radio silence chaps, i've been mucho busy visiting the almost better half and just generally faffing around, being a sod *eats jelly bean*.

Anyway, it's st. valentine's day and even though i have a hearty ball and chain, the day still sucks be-hind. The old "i don't celebrate valentine's day, i don't need just one day to show you i love you" jarg made a full appearance, like as if all the people who do celebrate it are complete and utter bastards to eachother, except on that day - nah. Anyway, i haven't celebrated our bearded saint's holiday for almost five years now, so it doesn't really bother me as i've never had anyone special enough around, it's just the other people talking about what they'll be doing - not even the money side of it - just spending together and yadda yadda yadda, which jack and i did over the weekend, so i'm a satisfied bunny. This is not me being a bitter, old, werther's originals chewer, it's just me expressing my hate for that weak, generic 'reason' for not celebrating it that more and more people use. I think, after it was mentioned by sarah on burn the blonde, ashton kutcher has the right idea "i think every day should be a day of romance, then, on valentine's day, you should get to tell whoever you hate that you cannot stand them. There would be one day of hating, and 364 days of love".

*blog post mood uplift*

Zoe, once again, came to visit moi on london. We had garfunkle's for lunch, i ate tons of sweeties and danced in public, she collected numerous tourist-y photos, like so (didn't quite work, but you get the idea);

 

So that was wednesday down, i get very bored in london in the week because jack's in work until five, so i try to see as many friends who are in close proximity as possible. I didn't do anything on thursday though because there was major sky-wee, so i played plants vs. zombies, worms and watched arrested development then jack was off work on the friday. A rad weekend closely followed, i  dug into yet another garfunkle's meal, courtesy of the jackster and he spent the whole weekend just generally being a good boyfriend. He gets a mental gold star, what a dude. 

I hope you are all good, sorry again about the blog lapse, there'll be a giveaway soon on voodle to say sorry AND to thank you to all of you, you good looking bunch, you.

Peace out.

out of dreams

People who have followed voodle since, well, saturday will know that this month has been kind of tough. My sister faye, who died last march, would've been 21 on the 29th jan. I was feeling a bit lost and lonely and in need of a good emoti-spill, so i blogged about how i felt about the whole thingy-ma-bob, and as usual it was like a huge weight had been lifted. I received an unbelievable amount of support it actually brought me to tears, from not only blogger friends, but people who i'd never spoken to before. For this, i am eternally grateful, and i think i've read through the comments on that post a million times and they never fail to make me smile. It's selfless, genuinely compassionate and thoughtful people like those who commented, that give me hope for the human race yet. That said, i want to say thank you to the following rays of sunshine, for actually getting me through the aforementioned doomsday...

Purdey Singleton , Sophie , Rose , Ren , Jack , Alison , Gem , Bee , Rosa , 

Raffles Bizarre , Chris , Kate , Stephanie , Victoria , Jacquelyn , Kat , Rhiiwn ,

 Laura , Christie , Vicki , Florence , Harriet , Sammy , Ash , Kirsty

I mean it's just overwhelming, seriously, these are the people you need in your life. I also received a bunch of tweets too, all equally gorgeous comments, i honestly was just blown away. Faye's story, is that of a shocking one, i love that more people now know about her and how amazing she was. Saturday night was actually very cheery, my friends from bristol and newcastle came to chester, and there was some good ol' zante-esque behaviour which pasted my usual grin back onto my face. Before i went out though, i set off a chinese lantern with a whole bunch of people who had travelled from as far as london, to be with us. Here are some photos i took...

Thanks again everyone you're literally the most awesome people ever, although i got a few texts here and there from friends and jazz which i did appreciate, it was nothing compared to the awesome response i got from you all. So thanks, you lovely buggers.

P & L

this is my face - week uno

I'm officially jumping on the bandwaggon, i'm doing a weekly portrait, if you don't like it then you can open the photo in paint and draw a mustache on me. Moral victory.

So yeah, hi my name's emma, and this is me on wednesday...

Aha, how arrogantly pose-ish of me, ship me off to myspace. To be fair, this was the only picture i took, in which i didn't look gormless so... *blows rasperries*... i look forward to seeing the inevitable de-faced versions of this picture, not that i don't look twattish as it is, erm i'm gonna go...

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