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I know it’s been an age since I last updated – this term has been incredibly busy but only two more exams to go this week and then I can start thinking about Christmas and having a (teeny!) break until everything starts up again.

I read this on one of my favourite blogs this morning though (and she sourced it from here), and I just wanted to share it with you. One of my closest friends was only recently saying that she wished she didn’t have to hear that so many of her (elementary school!) students are on diets, and even if you think like this already a little reminder will do no harm.

Wonderful, wonderful words and so very true.


“You are not your bra-size, nor are you the width of your waist, nor are you the slenderness of your calves. You are not your hair color, your skin color, nor are you a shade of lipstick. Your shoe-size is of no consequence. You are not defined by the amount of attention you get from males, females, or any combination thereof. You are not the number of sit-ups you can do, nor are you the number of calories in a day. You are not your mustache. You are not the hair on your legs. You are not a little red dress.

You are no amalgam of these things.

You are the content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh at and the words that you say. You are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. You are beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul it carries.”


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Life has been pretty non-stop recently – between work experience and spending time with friends and my boy, I’ve barely been at home. Not that I’d have it any other way. This is good busy, unlike the constant textbook-filled business of a few months ago.

In fact, let me show you a picture that sums up the last few weeks…

I know, sickening isn’t it?! But don’t you just love it when you stumble across something that magically expresses how you’re currently feeling so perfectly? It’s by a fantastic artist called Neil Slorance who has a whole host of gorgeous drawings and doodles on both his blog and his flickr. Do check him out if you get a chance!

The next few weeks will continue to be busy – lots of plans this week and then am going on a short trip to Budapest next week, which I am unbelievably excited about! If anybody has any tips from previous trips to Hungary, please do share them!

Meanwhile, here are a few things that have caught my eye or made me smile recently that I’ve been looking forward to sharing you. Not quite a 10 Things Tuesday entry, but almost!

♥ Bonding over favourite songs


♥ Lazy breakfasts, while relaxing with a book


♥ Looking forward to Autumn, and digging my red coat out of my wardrobe


♥ This print


♥ Lawyers with a sense of humour


Hope you’re all doing well!

So…I had a first date on Friday night which went wonderfully well but I don’t want to jinx it by saying anything else apart from that I’m seeing him again this week and have been smiling like a soppy teenager all weekend. (Please keep your fingers crossed!)

So instead of rambling, I’d like to share something which I read a while ago and have been waiting for the perfect opportunity to post and well, after Friday night, it seemed apt right about now! (Also because I am 800 different kinds of excited about the new series of Mad Men, which I believe is due to air in the UK in Autumn?)

A Letter to Men by Christina Hendricks –

We love your body. If we’re in love with you, we love your body. Your potbelly, everything. Even if you’re insecure about something, we love your body. You feel like you’re not this or that? We love your body. We embrace everything. Because it’s you.

Speaking of your body, you don’t understand the power of your own smell. Any woman who is currently with a man is with him partly because she loves the way he smells. And if we haven’t smelled you for a day or two and then we suddenly are within inches of you, we swoon. We get light-headed. It’s intoxicating. It’s heady.

We remember forever what you say about the bodies of other women. When you mention in passing that a certain woman is attractive — could be someone in the office, a woman on the
street, a celebrity, any woman in the world, really — your comment goes into a steel box and it stays there forever. We will file the comment under “Women He Finds Attractive.” It’s not about
whether or not we approve of the comment. It’s about learning what you think is sexy and how we might be able to convey it. It’s about keeping our man by knowing what he likes.

We also remember everything you say about our bodies, be it good or bad. Doesn’t matter if it’s a compliment. Could be just a comment. Those things you say are stored away in the steel
box, and we remember these things verbatim. We remember what you were wearing and the street corner you were standing on when you said it.

Never complain about our friends — even if we do. No matter how many times we say a friend of ours is driving us crazy, you are not to pile on. Not because it offends us. But because it adds to the weight that we carry around about her.

Remember what we like. When I first started dating my husband, I had this weird fascination with the circus and clowns and old carnival things and sideshow freaks and all that. About a month after we started dating, he bought me this amazing black-and-white photo book on the circus in the 1930s, and I started sobbing. Which freaked him out. I thought, Oh, my God, I mentioned this three or four weeks ago and talked about it briefly, but he was really listening to me. And he actually went out and researched and found this thing for me. It was amazing.

We want you to order Scotch. It’s the most impressive drink order. It’s classic. It’s sexy. Such a rich color. The glass, the smell. It’s not watered down with fruit juice. It’s Scotch. And you ordered it.

Stand up, open a door, offer a jacket. We talk about it with our friends after you do it. We say, “Can you believe he stood up when I approached the table?” It makes us feel important. And it makes you important because we talk about it.

No shorts that go below the knee. The ones almost like capri pants, the ones that hover somewhere between the kneecap and the calf? Enough with those shorts. They are the most embarrassing pants in the world. They should never be worn. No woman likes those.

Also, no tank tops. In public at least. A tank top is underwear. You’re walking around in your underwear. Too much.

No man should be on Facebook. It’s an invasion of everyone’s privacy. I really cannot stand it.

You don’t know this, but when we come back from a date, we feel awkward about that transition from our cute outfit into sexy lingerie. We don’t know how to do this gracefully. It’s embarrassing. We have to find a way to slip into another room, put on the outfit as if it all happened very easily, and then come out and it’s: Look at me! Look at the sexy thing I’ve done! For you, it’s the blink of an eye. It’s all very embarrassing. Just so you know.

Panties is a wonderful word. When did you stop saying “panties”? It’s sexy. It’s girlie. It’s naughty. Say it more.

About ogling: The men who look, they really look. It doesn’t insult us. It doesn’t faze us, really. It’s just — well, it’s a little infantile. Which is ironic, isn’t it? The men who constantly stare at our breasts are never the men we’re attracted to.

There are better words than beautiful. Radiant, for instance. It’s an underused word. It’s a very special word. “You are radiant.” Also, enchanting, smoldering, intoxicating, charming, fetching.

Marriage changes very little. The only things that will get a married man laid that won’t get a single man laid are adultery and whores. Intelligence and humor (and your smell) are what get you laid. That’s what got you laid when you were single. That’s what gets you laid when you’re married. Everything still works in marriage: especially intelligence and humor. Because the sexiest thing is to know you.

Do you agree? Would you add anything to this list/take something away?

Are you as excited as I am about the new series of Mad Men?!


Have a lovely week! ♥



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