tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21126895508190955472024-03-13T00:22:23.682+00:00Take my hand and my whole life too...Simone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.comBlogger127125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-9519885967295976152011-06-26T22:57:00.008+01:002011-06-26T23:07:37.974+01:00Summer...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJlcA3dVAoCni_RUpnIw_rA0KrjJszQHCYH4SEJN4hCWestu-HqbUFIflXntS3URFd5vjDqTkTH-ZmTujTT97a5xlPuteX1pqFj4Y-Gb_k1dPzyGQPX0BURI395q3ykd51lK2G4Vf41gY4/s1600/tumblr_ln1j8xWFke1ql8lo6o1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJlcA3dVAoCni_RUpnIw_rA0KrjJszQHCYH4SEJN4hCWestu-HqbUFIflXntS3URFd5vjDqTkTH-ZmTujTT97a5xlPuteX1pqFj4Y-Gb_k1dPzyGQPX0BURI395q3ykd51lK2G4Vf41gY4/s400/tumblr_ln1j8xWFke1ql8lo6o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622651990693435474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Getting out of the house and mowing the lawn</div><div style="text-align: center;">+</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnk6hrdafp8bGxeRLiSNoikukv-9ZIOSBxRbTbNaUYKc51_YwGKTaT1BKWyfXfSXDfc5QeVJdNV83B4OaWnZx3pvRT41QbeZFZd9CUKkxdJ00YVv1fX9jwlzgyc-hqyDzdBOq6WWi67ehyphenhyphen/s1600/tumblr_lloun3FfT91qzfya1o1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnk6hrdafp8bGxeRLiSNoikukv-9ZIOSBxRbTbNaUYKc51_YwGKTaT1BKWyfXfSXDfc5QeVJdNV83B4OaWnZx3pvRT41QbeZFZd9CUKkxdJ00YVv1fX9jwlzgyc-hqyDzdBOq6WWi67ehyphenhyphen/s400/tumblr_lloun3FfT91qzfya1o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622651893366861522" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Making your own ice lollies</div><div style="text-align: center;">+</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtcHqYYGIY27WGlgyFuhPNiCETCR7ADvFYtZ2RheeJaLceE2H6XPI9qGlntwFl0AUiVJQOvgkhBtLzFo-wcDQ5xhyIvJ9RgZMmzPw_qmVk7-1awirJNbrZ8XcRhw-46gD2q-M3-F_q1rqC/s1600/3942367012_54eb2bf0e3_o_large.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtcHqYYGIY27WGlgyFuhPNiCETCR7ADvFYtZ2RheeJaLceE2H6XPI9qGlntwFl0AUiVJQOvgkhBtLzFo-wcDQ5xhyIvJ9RgZMmzPw_qmVk7-1awirJNbrZ8XcRhw-46gD2q-M3-F_q1rqC/s400/3942367012_54eb2bf0e3_o_large.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622651775885199874" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Sun bathing in your 50's looking swim suit for the first time this year</div><div style="text-align: center;">+</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJz1r-J0zaQ1He2h7XHSqMAgc0eVfQpFhoA644Y_gY_LzM3imgbqU5rmGLHZVU7tWbRsvsvjxAvPrj2Ax-OQdSCyu_Ci_XnpaLdyTYW5B6H8Mtc-ZRrA_HTbH2n6DflsOfq74jMWEQq8ia/s1600/3588606873_137f9abdde_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJz1r-J0zaQ1He2h7XHSqMAgc0eVfQpFhoA644Y_gY_LzM3imgbqU5rmGLHZVU7tWbRsvsvjxAvPrj2Ax-OQdSCyu_Ci_XnpaLdyTYW5B6H8Mtc-ZRrA_HTbH2n6DflsOfq74jMWEQq8ia/s400/3588606873_137f9abdde_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622651692729851154" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Listening to all your favourite music</div><div style="text-align: center;">+</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2DEpHKuia_M0sYVcP_xlhB7-1FpPgR2U8RnsEoTelNLAFeX9AFvC0zrDysuUE77I65GSxTFaJCSBE1sNJ0RaEJMZZwp81syptfHnXB9pF6ErdSD3jD3k2frGxh8DX_KQGNdrJ7YJzdYnD/s1600/tumblr_ln6xloFHPP1qbzfifo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2DEpHKuia_M0sYVcP_xlhB7-1FpPgR2U8RnsEoTelNLAFeX9AFvC0zrDysuUE77I65GSxTFaJCSBE1sNJ0RaEJMZZwp81syptfHnXB9pF6ErdSD3jD3k2frGxh8DX_KQGNdrJ7YJzdYnD/s400/tumblr_ln6xloFHPP1qbzfifo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622651589726912482" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">An amazing water fight with the boyfriend</div><div style="text-align: center;">+</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga8tz9EW7-g6kLA4s78uJW3KrX6BSwlfpZinHT_D_yyzOnBZXKY9Oo1AOh0tRkCQSNTO35EQeZIx20eHp8CzwTFQvO2qbDjzza9NTfvhL3bW_Hu6mnLbsdHMO34amJdkDDQNZV8CuEHRuK/s1600/tumblr_ln6sn5qgyb1qfmt2so1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga8tz9EW7-g6kLA4s78uJW3KrX6BSwlfpZinHT_D_yyzOnBZXKY9Oo1AOh0tRkCQSNTO35EQeZIx20eHp8CzwTFQvO2qbDjzza9NTfvhL3bW_Hu6mnLbsdHMO34amJdkDDQNZV8CuEHRuK/s400/tumblr_ln6sn5qgyb1qfmt2so1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622651490330307602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Your favourite food</div><div style="text-align: center;">=</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDFcKs1Qq8LDBiT308q70gw69s-pGcYNzLuZ-IaPBv36EJGMHl7jRdmBhu3uTJqTuN0mM-XjdNtwH_D_xdI7CRPkpWQFmdBCQYsAKgTvS2YPXXrEWMQEqAVNsTSsNBo7V1FhlMi71MrnrJ/s1600/tumblr_lmsmgf3qmC1qcn6vao1_500_large_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDFcKs1Qq8LDBiT308q70gw69s-pGcYNzLuZ-IaPBv36EJGMHl7jRdmBhu3uTJqTuN0mM-XjdNtwH_D_xdI7CRPkpWQFmdBCQYsAKgTvS2YPXXrEWMQEqAVNsTSsNBo7V1FhlMi71MrnrJ/s400/tumblr_lmsmgf3qmC1qcn6vao1_500_large_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622651320337390994" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The start of a very good Summer!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hope you all had sunshine or at least all had a good weekend. Let me know what you got up to. And kids remember sun lotion, water and a smile summer survival guide</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Love</div><div style="text-align: center;">Simone</div><div style="text-align: center;">xxxx</div>Simone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-19339108721387956142011-06-24T18:53:00.001+01:002011-06-24T18:54:28.991+01:00Follow me, Follow me...<a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/2674973/take-my-hand-and-my-whole-life-too?claim=gqhdrccwdcx">Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a><div><br /></div><div>Because that's how I'm now following my favourite blogs!</div><div>Love</div><div>Simone</div><div>xxxx</div>Simone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-30592374944687732812011-06-17T10:00:00.003+01:002011-06-17T10:04:08.975+01:00Fashion picks<div style="text-align: center;">I have folders filled with clothes and accessories and all the wonderful things in the world that I would like. So I thought I'd share and show you how I would put them together.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNwp1FX3AqasLy4BNNFSyurDYU93BCsPv6TL1EKWpN2dAPkG-TOnSfwyYD0nWlTdAYzi944u8DP6859RXNKujGXdCoEXJs0sxumL-J2UshxWoSZ9l4uqpA7IoZvoEJXA0D5oKS_pTljit4/s1600/Black+AND+WHITE+POLKA+DOT.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNwp1FX3AqasLy4BNNFSyurDYU93BCsPv6TL1EKWpN2dAPkG-TOnSfwyYD0nWlTdAYzi944u8DP6859RXNKujGXdCoEXJs0sxumL-J2UshxWoSZ9l4uqpA7IoZvoEJXA0D5oKS_pTljit4/s400/Black+AND+WHITE+POLKA+DOT.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619111768909079106" border="0" /></a>Simone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-15175968702451944062011-06-14T08:11:00.002+01:002011-06-14T08:20:28.987+01:00Front Cover Love...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF5lQGmm7w2R5y9wVEk7ieMHdHxBn-JNtdIfKD_8gf0hDeEqjuZ93P_WXNKR6H2g5_GNvkF52S_O7xVm_Ne408VIOWnmUFhDeeQy74X4ERAYe9IJW5IMd72TfgNvNqNlZFZ9Va0o5Kh7aI/s1600/adeleglamour.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF5lQGmm7w2R5y9wVEk7ieMHdHxBn-JNtdIfKD_8gf0hDeEqjuZ93P_WXNKR6H2g5_GNvkF52S_O7xVm_Ne408VIOWnmUFhDeeQy74X4ERAYe9IJW5IMd72TfgNvNqNlZFZ9Va0o5Kh7aI/s400/adeleglamour.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617970283845828194" border="0" /></a>Now I've spoke of my love of <a href="http://take-my-hand-my-whole-life-too.blogspot.com/2011/04/role-model.html">Adele before on this blog</a>. I don't normally buy magazines perfering books. But I was in Tesco's the other day and this beautiful cover jumped out at me. That is size 16 Adele on the cover of one of the most read magazines in the UK! I could have jumped for joy, A plus size down to earth woman on the front cover. Then to top that Adele is wearing colour not just any colour flourals a staple of the summer wardrobe!!! This is the best cover I have seen in years!!! I love it. Thanks Adele and Glamour.<br /><br />Love<br />Simone<br />xxxx<br /></div>Simone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-78987659794172049612011-06-11T18:24:00.005+01:002011-06-11T19:03:35.272+01:00Life...Lovely people I have been so crazy busy...<br /><br />I have been working but this job is to end next Saturday which makes me sad because the people are so nice it's a joy to go everyday.<br /><br />It's birthday season in our family there are 12 birthdays and fathers day from the 3rd of June till the 24th of August... I broke all the time and constantly worried I'm forgetting someone. Although it is my birthday on the 4th of July I'm super excited for my party on the 16th of July so lots of planning and calling of people.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHSkCFmytPchyphenhyphenD6cABjVwUvtjE6nxbn-OSrq9523uMA3Wz7gQ-r4yLf0-dYIqwU0dHP_pVh_fBRaNFUuj_bhAx2fRKcH8Ung8RH_peJxhMdj1ElYV53hRAbf7QbQ1rOW27HcJURODCg4tU/s1600/water-bobble-how-to-use.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHSkCFmytPchyphenhyphenD6cABjVwUvtjE6nxbn-OSrq9523uMA3Wz7gQ-r4yLf0-dYIqwU0dHP_pVh_fBRaNFUuj_bhAx2fRKcH8Ung8RH_peJxhMdj1ElYV53hRAbf7QbQ1rOW27HcJURODCg4tU/s320/water-bobble-how-to-use.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617021912019420514" border="0" /></a>I'm trying to lose weight because of my health and I am eating lots of lovely fruit and drink so much water so I have invested in a <a href="http://www.waterbobble.com/">Bobble Bottle</a> and I'm really excited for it's arrive if you drink water a lot please consider getting one of these.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh-8GH6jnkSXbEYSgc1CpUa9Au9xkHTw96SGSsIgcvr92HBU1pbp0U8STevqcuw6IJfR6dVRdd172SoUsFJREJTVcb5piDkeFSho1EcEvcKfiCPnAo2ZuItCBLSNTBaSc_3SEw_BrTVBNE/s1600/tumblr_lma1nbu69p1qhor1to1_500_large.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh-8GH6jnkSXbEYSgc1CpUa9Au9xkHTw96SGSsIgcvr92HBU1pbp0U8STevqcuw6IJfR6dVRdd172SoUsFJREJTVcb5piDkeFSho1EcEvcKfiCPnAo2ZuItCBLSNTBaSc_3SEw_BrTVBNE/s320/tumblr_lma1nbu69p1qhor1to1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617022135328501106" border="0" /></a>My beliefs have changed a lot in the last 6 months and I have completely turned my back on a religion that I have follwed since before I can remember. But I am turning to science and what can be proved and everyday this gets easier. It is forcing me to do more with my short time here of what I wanted to do before but always put off. It also means I find myself trying the look after that planet more :) (see bobble bottles)<br /><br />I want to get a new Tattoo I know what I want and where but funds are low due to birthday season.<br /><br />Also I'm trying to spread some good Karma round the other day I was at the supermarket and the woman in front of me her card gor declined and then she was £2 short in cash to pay for her shopping so I lent it to her and everyone looked at me like I was crazy. This has happened to me and it makes me so embrassed. Also I have taken to making colleuges and family cakes. This idea was given to me by the wonderful Anna of <a href="http://annaandtheringlondon.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-i-have-learnt-in-recent-past.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+annaandthering+%28anna+and+the+ring%29&utm_content=Google+Reader">Anna and the Ring</a><br /><br />So how are you what have you been up to is there anything I can do for you?<br />Love<br />Simone<br />xxxxSimone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-69767362955476813902011-06-07T09:10:00.005+01:002011-06-07T20:46:18.139+01:00Heathy...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtH7iaqQ24askfzXR81MCsHSPDUqmiM87g7U6-eiDOP8ayyRKM68WpOi0kVINJtntSyGsPlcszCgxa0g_8n40hNiT-AKsrzrhK5sOWqofuUZeduxGRIgNUKHJfjUpD_7Smyeiat4RtPm0s/s1600/tumblr_lma3hvX67Q1qendh5o1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtH7iaqQ24askfzXR81MCsHSPDUqmiM87g7U6-eiDOP8ayyRKM68WpOi0kVINJtntSyGsPlcszCgxa0g_8n40hNiT-AKsrzrhK5sOWqofuUZeduxGRIgNUKHJfjUpD_7Smyeiat4RtPm0s/s400/tumblr_lma3hvX67Q1qendh5o1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615566202259221442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Found on we heart it, beautiful curvy women in Vogue!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Months ago I loved a couple of tops and they were in the sale only problem was that they we're three sizes too small. I was a size 24 and they were a size 18. Now I want to explain something right here I've never been small ever even as a child I was bigger than most children. I also want to explain that my family was the family that did things together like sailing, skiing and rock climbing. Our holidays were always surfing trips or group holidays skiing and cycling I was more active that most. And as a child I would favor grapes over sweets. I was at 10 told that the extra weight was fine because they predicted based on my family and some tests that I was going to be over 7 feet tall... no joke you have no idea how many tests I went through. I had size 9 feet from the age of 11 and I got breast at the age of 8. They all assumed that one day I would shoot up and thin out. Wrong I stand today at 5 foot 6 inches... boy were they wrong I never shot up and the weight never spread out.<br /><br />But I battle with my weight, I put it on so easy and I eat well. I'm not losing weight because I believe that beauty belongs to the thin, this is far from true. My Sisters and friends they had when I was growing are/were beautiful, confident, large ladies. I believe a person can be interesting and beautiful at any size. But I know my weight makes my Mum and boyfriend worry about my heart and my health that is why I'm losing weight. I don't drink and I don't smoke and losing weight is what is right for my body. So when I tried on those tops that I before Christmas and they fitted, not just I could get it on but I comfortably wore one to work. Well that was amazing because I getting healthier and more confident and that leads to a happier me.<br /><br />Now I need to tone up and pull in the wobbly bits so if you have any tips for encouraging stories I'd love to hear them.<br /><br />Love<br />Simone<br />xxxx</div>Simone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-77286564641363828862011-06-02T22:45:00.003+01:002011-06-02T22:58:23.465+01:00LIVING...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4l7ah7i2DoQFRdTRJDPHabo21URy728vDcTRWz-_N-gKH8bUPthJjUEQzjvfRdCp5ubuslf2_m0G4a2tlKpjrRJ_HhmoBPDQ0mjngjINmEk6dkleymcNksUJ6BmefI5Yf4QGzqe7GBoMp/s1600/tumblr_ll914pKMlM1qcjexlo1_400_large.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4l7ah7i2DoQFRdTRJDPHabo21URy728vDcTRWz-_N-gKH8bUPthJjUEQzjvfRdCp5ubuslf2_m0G4a2tlKpjrRJ_HhmoBPDQ0mjngjINmEk6dkleymcNksUJ6BmefI5Yf4QGzqe7GBoMp/s400/tumblr_ll914pKMlM1qcjexlo1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613744689309038242" border="0" /></a><br />Once again I've been absent which makes me a bad blogger but I've said this too many times for it to really mean anything... but I have started living sort of. And it kind of rocks who knew?<br /><br />Love<br />Simone<br />xxxxSimone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-50743723804472774782011-05-17T20:05:00.005+01:002011-05-17T20:13:10.637+01:00Granddad Donald "Duck"<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnlxu-j9wq1C_E1vaMMINgo3VRFbP1d_5kwBk4StjtfCzALtFtedARQMceDYuahsMkfsSAQ543c3LikRT877ZD8DGj2NaplQ4-DlOEg5ui-hLN8rcN4EYLM8Lf8u1wuyNSwNGrVDwxZN8-/s1600/TSPD131.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 399px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnlxu-j9wq1C_E1vaMMINgo3VRFbP1d_5kwBk4StjtfCzALtFtedARQMceDYuahsMkfsSAQ543c3LikRT877ZD8DGj2NaplQ4-DlOEg5ui-hLN8rcN4EYLM8Lf8u1wuyNSwNGrVDwxZN8-/s400/TSPD131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607763821771081170" border="0" /></a>A new <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Addition</span> to my charm bracelet in memory of my Granddad Duck.<br /><br />Tomorrow is my day off, as the other day I slept for 12 hours <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">straight</span> I need the rest there will be more posts this week but they will probably all be on a personal and sad level.<br /><br />Hope your all well and life is going well.<br /><br />Love<br />Simone<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">xxxx</span><br /></div>Simone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-24561700661685344702011-05-11T17:47:00.004+01:002011-05-17T17:50:47.595+01:00Fighting back the tears...We arrived at the hospital to find my Nanny sitting outside with her friend smoking (she does that alot) My Mum and I ran to hug her, we stood together in tears. Finially we broke apart and sat on a bench. She told us that he had come out of sedation early in the morning, she had been sitting with him talking, his mouth kept getting dry so she kept wetting it for him. Nurses kept coming in and asking if she wanted anything and if she thought of anything she wanted then she was to ring the buzzer instead of leaving the room. She didn't understand what they were not telling her. His breathing became different she was close by him, someone knocked on the door and as she looked back round he had gone... he was at peace... he had taken his last breath.<br /><br />She sat with him a long time on her own then once she was ready she left. My Mum, Dad and Granddad's Sisters had all decided to see him again. I couldn't... I couldn't face it. The last time I had seen him was lovely even if I hadn't expected for it to be the last time I saw him. There was a small room in the hospital where my Nanny, Mum, Granddad's Sisters and I sat while my Dad sorted getting My Granddads things together. I just kept thinking how lucky we were that we had felt the need to go up there on the Saturday and not wait till the Sunday. Everyone kept telling me how he had waited to see me and the amazing bond we had always had. They we're trying to be nice but it just reminded me of how much I love him and how much he had loved me and now he was gone. Gone how is that even possible. Someone who has been here my whole life that played such a part in the person I am is no longer around.<br /><br />They decided to go to the pub over the road as they all needed a drink... I do not drink for many reasons I espically don't drink around times like these. They kept talking of the memories and the good times and I played along but in side I was broken and craving to be alone. Finially My Granddads Sisters went home and we took my Nanny home. How do you face the house you shared with the love of your life when you have just lost them. How is that possible, she was so strong and brave, I am in awe.<br /><br />I looked over the little bungalow in a new way now, seeing his shoes and gardening hat where he had left them. Seeing all his faviourite food that would have to be cleared out at some point soon so Nanny could continue with her new unexpected life. She gave my Dad Granddads guitar and she showed me where he now kept the hidden chocolate and gave it to me. I hope that at some point I will get something cherished by my Granddad to keep as well. There was a breif mention of a funeral, but it was to soon for all that yet now there was just this great loss.<br /><br />We packed up our things in the car, took one last look at my Granddads home, said goodbye and hugged my Nanny and we got in the car to come home. The car is silent the whole way home, I listened to my fighting back tears.<br /><br />In the week since then I have struggled and cried with a million emotions. The funeral is on Monday and I struggling to deal with this all in my mind it's even harder to find the words.<br /><br />I hope you understand the lack of posts.<br /><br />Love<br />Simone<br />xxxxSimone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-31339837316909898372011-05-09T18:07:00.000+01:002011-05-09T18:09:03.230+01:00Visting and passing...We we're meant to leave early Saturday morning to see my Grandad who is in hospital, he has cancer and now has liver failure and only 4 months to live. He asked to see me so my Mum and Dad drove me up Saturday morning so we could be with him by the afternoon. We called my Nanny to make sure it was still OK she said Granddad's Sisters are coming up (he never liked them) and it might be a bit much all at once could we come on Sunday we said yes. Then we decided that we need to go now even if we couldn't see him for long. We arranged with my Nanny to stay at her bungalow because she was staying at the hospital. That on the Saturday we would just pick up the key to their home and see him on the Sunday.<br /><br />So off we went just the three of us, strange because when I was little we always went on holidays in this country we went to Butlins when I was really small, as I got old we got a caravan and would go to Dorset and Cornwall so the drive brought back happy memories for us all. It was so nice but sort of unreal.<br /><br />We finally arrived at Dorset County Hospital which is huge, but a beautiful building and so still and quiet. My Dad already bee up on Thursday so knew where the room was and what to expect. I had been warned by my eldest Sister and my Boyfriend that he would look different. My Grandad a huge man over 6 feet tall with size 12 shoes, in my mind I always see him as the man that played squash with my Dad every Saturday. As we got to his room it had a large window and all you could see was a room was filled with people. Slowly people came out to let us in. I had to take a breath and hold back tears. My giant strong Grandad looked so little and tired. He was so thin, he had his pajama top open as it was so hot, he had no muscle left in his arms or chest and he looked exhausted. He very slowly looked up at me with his heavy eyes that were usually so warm and twinkly, they we're yellowing from the liver failure. I held his had and he said very softly and slowly in his light Dorset accent "Hello Love" how he had always greeted me and I said hello back. We looked at each other a while...<br />"I love you Grandad, I love you so much" I whispered<br />"I love you very much too" he replied at the same volume.<br />"I'm not very well love"<br />"I know Grandad I know"<br />"It got worse than it meant to this time sorry" he smiled at me<br /><br />I had ran out of words and I was scared to hug him properly because of the tubes and things I put my head on his chest and he kissed my head. I still held those tears in. My Mum and Dad said hello and Dad sorted all of Grandad tubes and pillow being the only person big enough to support him. Then we had tea with my Nanny who was being so brave, to let his Sisters have some time with him. When we came back his Sisters informed us they we're now staying the night that they would be back in the morning but they we're going to leave us to have some time with him. So everyone left apart from My Dad and I. My Dad the only one of my Grandads 4 children that has a real relationship with him and me the only Grandchild he has ever spent any time with. We told him that we are going to the rugby finial together at the end of the month, (more on this later) I showed him my engagement ring which he said was beautiful (later he would ask my Mum if the boyfriend was good enough for me) he showed me his ring a watch that he has been wearing since I was tiny. I told him about going to uni and my new job.<br /><br />We got him full fat milk the only he wanted, he wouldn't eat anything. He had to have his milk in a plastic cup with a handle and he shook uncontrollably while trying to drink it but wouldn't let anyone help. My Mum and Nanny came back and we sat together talking, and my Grandad fell asleep snoring so loudly like he used to in an armchair after all the dinners we had as a family over the years. He woke after 10 minuets and we said we would go to let him rest I went to him held his hand.<br />"I'll be back tomorrow Grandad"<br />"Will you take some pictures of my garden and allotment for me?"<br />"of course I will I'll bring them tomorrow. I love you so much your the best Grandad."<br />"I love you too." and he squeezed my had so tight I squeezed back and we said goodbye.<br /><br />We arrived at my grandparents home to find all the furniture that have always had it was like going back in time. Money a neighbour owed them o just out on the doorstep all doors and sheds unlocked, this is the type of village they live in. We went to the local pub where there was a wedding reception being held and it made us feel like gate crashers. We sat in the corner quietly discussing how frail and tired my Granddad looked. I mentioned how I horrible it would be to see him have to live like that for four months. We went back to the bungalow where I Dad played my Dad sat in my Granddads chair and played his guitar, my Granddad had said he could have it. It's a left handed guitar they're the only leftys in our family. The sound of slow strumming haunting in the silent house, make me and Mum well up. We looked around the place at all the memories and gifts we had given. My Dad said he wondered where my Granddad now kept his secret chocolate stash he had always hidden it we don't really know why, we didn't look not wanting to spy. Mum went to sleep early me and my Dad sat up till 1 am talking about everything, he answered questions, we are bad sleepers it's a family thing my Granddad is too. We Finally gave in I made my bed out of chair cushions like always used to at my grandparents no matter what house they lived in. But normally my Granddad would be helping me not my Dad. After 2am I drifted off<br /><br />Mum woke at 6 but I had already been awake I just hadn't moved. We had tea I put the living back how it should be. When Dad finally woke we got a message from Nanny saying they had, had to sedate Granddad at 4am he was restless and kept saying something didn't feel right, not in pain just not right. We got dressed and showered and then my Dad took me to see my Granddad allotment which was amazing. Potatoes enough to feed a family for a year, rhubarb, cabbage, spring onions, apple trees, peas, many fruits I was in awe of all the amazing work my Granddad had done, he grew enough that he gave it to neighbours. I was running round taking pictures of everything like he had asked me to. I was in the back garden taking pictures of the peonies he had grown when my Mum asked me to come in. She was being strange making sure the door was closed behind me.<br />"What's wrong?" I asked<br />"I'm so sorry Simone, but Granddad has gone."<br /><br />How is that even possible I'm going to see him again that was the plan I've taken all these photo's to show him. I couldn't (still can't) get in to my head that the last time I saw him was the last time. Tears flooded out this great feeling of loss took my whole body as my family stood in my Granddads living room that he would never return to and that my Nanny would have to face on her own. My Dad went into over drive tell everyone that needed to be told helping and sorting that's my Dad being a rock for everyone else. My Mum told my Sisters and I told the boyfriend who was totally shocked. He took his last breath as I was running around his garden in the sunshine taking photos. We rushed to hospital to see me Nanny. We we're all totally in shock.<br /><br />I need to break from going through it but I will tell you the rest tomorrow<br />Love<br />Simone<br />xxxxSimone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-72784393391229907612011-05-05T22:21:00.004+01:002011-05-05T22:51:12.183+01:00Grandad DuckThis little pink blog as been a little blue recently and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">unfortunately</span> this is not about to change, I promise as soon as I get some good news you'll be the first to know.<br /><br />My Mum text me today asking me to call her it's an emergency which she does <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">a lot</span> so I didn't think anything of it but I did call her. When she answered she told me my Grandad Duck (his first name is Donald) is in hospital. He had cancer last year and he is unwell again. I was upset instantly my Mum told me my Dad is in Dorset now with my Grandad he drove up there this morning. This shocked me my Dad and Grandad have never been all that close. Then I understood my Mum told me my Grandad has been give 4 months to live. Then Mum said very seriously,<br />"Simone he is very ill but at the moment he is still with it and he would like to see everyone now while can still hug and be happy. We would drive you there on Saturday and see him, you do not have to at all it's completely up to you."<br />"I want to go, Thank you."<br /><br />The thing is My Grandad has been married three times. First to my Nan they had my Aunt <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Susanne</span> and My Dad. Then he married Diane and she has always been a part of my family and they had my uncles David and Geoff. Then he married his now wife my Nan Trish they have been together since before I was born. But he left my Actual Nan when my Dad was 18 months old and didn't see him again <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">until</span> he was 13. Then he left his sons David and Geoff just as they we're becoming teenagers. So the relationship have always been difficult and emotional as you would expect.<br /><br />But when I was born my parents worked really hard to make my Grandparents parent of my life I have 4 Nans and 3 Grandads everyone was included and it wasn't until I was older that I found out all these issues, everyone was nice for my sake. As a child my Grandad babysat me, taught me how to tie a tie even though I went to an all girls school where we didn't wear them, he taught me how to play chess, we would listen to classical music, he would take me to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">pantomimes</span> and the dame sat on his lap, we cuddled, he ran me bubble baths, we ate ginger nut biscuits and tea, we went to London, to a monkey enclosure, if I stayed there on a school night he would iron every pleat into my school skirt and because they only had a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bungalow</span> I would sleep in with my Nan and he would sleep in the living room or we would set up camp together in the living room. I think I the relationship we have is very different from the relationship anyone else has has with him. I think this meant a lot to him that his son who he could have done better for gave him the chance to be a good grandparent. I love him very much.<br /><br />On Saturday my parents and I are driving up to see him and I'm frightened because I haven't seen him in a while so he will already look older than I remember and then he will be ill as well and I don't want to walk in and cry but I know he will. He's not even that old. I love my Grandad. The thought of someone that has always been in my life and always been be so close passing away is scary.<br /><br />Please think of him.<br />Love<br />Simone<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">xxxx</span>Simone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-38581947950599546602011-05-04T16:48:00.003+01:002011-05-04T17:14:19.946+01:00I'm back...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiIXfnB5BAKpnkO42OKjqMCtP4XEk1p9GFl47U-T7OBKMouUIRuiUZ5kkjF6SmFmZZcr1xPUUWnVUlaJcAgMq_uMTGnI4ZNrA7OPTCivvP70bCRoMc_IqtOmDZL3wovdUlMbJZuWpIvlf5/s1600/tumblr_lhqpivsLI41qc2floo1_500_large.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiIXfnB5BAKpnkO42OKjqMCtP4XEk1p9GFl47U-T7OBKMouUIRuiUZ5kkjF6SmFmZZcr1xPUUWnVUlaJcAgMq_uMTGnI4ZNrA7OPTCivvP70bCRoMc_IqtOmDZL3wovdUlMbJZuWpIvlf5/s400/tumblr_lhqpivsLI41qc2floo1_500_large.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602894943583695026" border="0" /></a><br />As I said last week I went away to figure some things out well now I'm back and I have glandular fever! I am so ill. My new job is only for 6 weeks and no one told me. I told my Mum what was going on with the boyfriend and she told me I was asking to much of my boyfriend and she understood where he was coming from, That I should go back home because I can't live there because she would end up killing me. I also half of my family have planned to go on holiday for my 21st including my Mum and Dad they're all only going somewhere in this country but didn't think to plan their holidays around my 21st. Oh and on top of everything I asked my boyfriend last night if I could buy a dress (as I don't have money, as I have been unemployed) it was already in the sale and I could have worn it for work and everyday and we have not celebrated me getting a job and he said I could only get it if I found a discount code which I couldn't so no dress! I am generally rather pissed with the way I am being treated and I am fed up of being nice to everyone and get walked over. Things are about to change!<br /><br />So From and very sick and upset blogger I tell you I will blog when I can at the moment but being is just making me sleep all the time.<br /><br />Love<br />Simone<br />xxxx<br /></div>Simone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-31953264826323684502011-04-27T19:56:00.003+01:002011-04-27T20:35:10.949+01:00Head or heart...<div style="text-align: center;">Love is a funny thing; You find someone for what ever reason and give them everything you have. Your hopes, dreams, feelings, insecurities, heartaches and everything else you can, you trust them. But they're just a person, and people are known for their mistakes. So what's the difference between a mistake and the start of a behaviour you haven't seen yet, between a secret they didn't share but knew about all along?<br /><br />My Mum says that one burst of violence is not justified for any reason that it will never be just once. But when you think about that idea, that hidden some where, maybe down the line is more violence maybe more serious and then you put that idea in the same thought as someone you love, as someone you gave everything too of someone you made promises and plans with... well it seems ridiculous... but also it is utterly terrifying.<br /><br />Think about all the ammunition they have, think about how much you might be willing to let them get away with. So for the first time ever I see the reason why adults tell their children they are to young to understand love.<br /><br />You could go on for years having nothing happen everything could go to plan and this never happens again and you will laugh at the thought of walking away from your love and your future. But what if you stay and you fall more in love and let more slide and become acceptable and you've been in it for longer and you can't get out and you wish more than anything you had taken the heartbreak and life change at 21 instead of at 31.... it's all so confusing... head over heart which one is stronger?<br /><br />That's why tomorrow I'm going away for a few days to listen to both, not surrounded by my home and all the trinkets of our love it is filled with. This maybe be the toughest thing I have ever had to consider. Again sorry if this is too personal, and if you have any advise comment or email.<br /><br />Love<br />Simone<br />xxxx<br /></div>Simone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-4089243296415752972011-04-26T10:48:00.002+01:002011-04-26T11:21:24.055+01:00Worst Blogger...<div style="text-align: center;">.... ever!<br /><br />I'm so sorry I did my whole, it's a brand new blog, everything is going to be different, I have all this amazing stuff for you and then I just disappeared that's just not on. So here's how it went down.... (It goes on to be about a fight between me and my boyfriend that turns bad, I'm writing this more for me than for people to read, I totally understand if you skip today's post and I'll be back tomorrow with more usual posts, Thank you)<br /><br />On Tuesday I went for an interview at a recycling centre to be the person you call up and complain to and I was truly very happy because I have a job. So I called everyone and got all excited and then the boyfriend comes home and tells me he's sick... so there is no celebrating no excitement and I go to bed and 8.30pm. Yeah was not a happy person.<br /><br />Wednesday I bottle up how irritated I am that the person I love didn't really care I got my new job after how long I have been applying and been getting rejected. I make his lunch, I iron his clothes, I make sure he has medicine for his cold, I clean our room and I unpack the dishwasher. When he gets home he is in a crap mood again. I get it his ill but he comes in and he's rude and he is having a strop that he has to take the washing up while I'm making him coffee then he dumps it on the bed instead of putting it away and starts reading without asking how my day was or how I am or telling me how he is. Now I'm steaming and it all comes out in one long stream of words...<br /><br />"I got my job you weren't even happy for me, you didn't offer to celebrate, all I do it tidy up after everyone and no one even says thank you, you treat me more like a slave than a girlfriend, you never talk to me, we discussed you doing more at the weekend around the house ans here you are not doing anything again, your direct debit that you said would come out of my account once is coming out monthly and I don't have a job so now I'm £160 overdrawn on my account so when I do get paid I won't get any of it because it will pay off your debt!"<br /><br />Yeah I really went for it like you wouldn't believe I'm crying and then he is shouting...<br />"I was happy but I was sick, We don't have money to celebrate, (we do for game rental though) I get games because I work and it's my money, Why should I have to tidy up I'm sick and have been at work all day, I didn't know the money was still coming out of your account I'll pay it off when I can."<br /><br />Then it got more and more heated until he started pointing right in my face and looked like he wanted to kill me... and then it was so quick I don't really remember how it happened but I got hit in the face... hard. I thought he punched me but I'm not sure and he said he didn't. I pushed him back out of pure shock and cried loads, in all of this the leg on out bed broke of and I ran to the bathroom and locked the door. My jaw felt so heavy and my jaw is still locking up all the time. I eventually came out and we worked on fixing the bed, he cried and said sorry although he did not punch me and I put on a smile like I always do and said "I'm fine".<br /><br />So this week has been difficult I'm still at home, more for the fact I have no where else to go and I'm still not sure how I feel about this, It felt like it happened to someone else. There is no one I can tell as my parents would say you made your bed lay in it. My sisters are busy and my friends live miles away. My jaw aches and he said sorry loads of times.<br /><br />Any way I'm OK and I just needed somewhere that I could get this off my mind and to explain why I couldn't get my brain together to post last week. I don't really know where it goes from here this has happened once before and I think twice might be one to many for me. If you have been in this situation before please let me have any advice you've got email me if you don't want to comment. I feel so silly that I'm making such a huge deal of this when some women go through much worse.<br /><br />Sorry for the over information, over sharing post.<br />Love<br />Simone<br /></div>Simone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-59614201697529451102011-04-19T16:20:00.003+01:002011-04-19T16:32:22.570+01:00An update to hidden wonderland...<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://take-my-hand-my-whole-life-too.blogspot.com/2011/04/hidden-wonderland.html">This post</a> was about going to the interview and the post I'm now writing is to update and tell you I got the job!!!!<br /><br />It was all because of the wonderland garden and now I'm pretty much doing this...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEvyID4qS0w6GTOWgLF_fktZQ0y1gr9d3fCMVdrHl5XH-36tSzy3UeQhL_oyF7qJMZqYMFTw1_mzsnaEjOCTdv9lICtf6JT3L3HMay8g4jReAfqfAGLa7BTNdqr9pPCJtJTJ62BBRBeKf/s1600/tumblr_lerpb5GYoy1qza0fjo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEvyID4qS0w6GTOWgLF_fktZQ0y1gr9d3fCMVdrHl5XH-36tSzy3UeQhL_oyF7qJMZqYMFTw1_mzsnaEjOCTdv9lICtf6JT3L3HMay8g4jReAfqfAGLa7BTNdqr9pPCJtJTJ62BBRBeKf/s400/tumblr_lerpb5GYoy1qza0fjo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597317299452902674" border="0" /></a><br />Love<br />Simone<br />xxxx<br /></div>Simone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-38373819881210080802011-04-19T14:24:00.006+01:002011-04-19T14:49:02.768+01:00Hidden wonderland...<div style="text-align: center;">I had an interview at 11.30 this morning for a recycling company. Its in a place I have never been to before, I've only been past by bus. So I had no idea how long it would take me to find it it and looked it up on the Transport For London Website left a little earlier than suggested... I ended up in the area an hour early! But that was OK because I still had to find the place yet. A very nice man was cutting the grass so I asked him and he laughed as he told me the building I wanted was right behind me... I'd be waiting a while.<br /><br />The recycling company is opposite a huge park and on the edge of that park is a wonderland! A tiny circular gated memorial garden. With an amazing huge twisting old tree right in the centre. There are the most fantastic brightly painted seats that are huge my feet almost couldn't touch the ground. All the plants are scented so it smells wonderful and there butterflies and birds every where. I had an hour to kill so sat on the bench under the sun oh the unexpected heat wave we are experiencing. It was bliss!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Ka7eSX7wWoOf7-JcNtZ72W-TQtetYhfEUub3k3_Z9UZl1RDQFbu5VPm-GwgBnX6df8Bug_BEPfoXrptQSWd4zOyoRoEjAlyel-3ad_s3jFgpq7Iop-4H5YLDrzlv3ykPn1UeYeLZ_RgH/s1600/1303206055008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Ka7eSX7wWoOf7-JcNtZ72W-TQtetYhfEUub3k3_Z9UZl1RDQFbu5VPm-GwgBnX6df8Bug_BEPfoXrptQSWd4zOyoRoEjAlyel-3ad_s3jFgpq7Iop-4H5YLDrzlv3ykPn1UeYeLZ_RgH/s400/1303206055008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597289789963635026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6xg1jUYekYQBzosLIiKKGKMqbAjxL7FfO61lfVacvQRvuVJzan69n7Q5gBklwNRL3wKECxnN2xbaZLKjPjnJm-rolRoJhNeqJnDP3K-LrlTasyuyGjVlB8P00WpOCgb9_5upjJ9LHKu-q/s1600/IMAG0004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6xg1jUYekYQBzosLIiKKGKMqbAjxL7FfO61lfVacvQRvuVJzan69n7Q5gBklwNRL3wKECxnN2xbaZLKjPjnJm-rolRoJhNeqJnDP3K-LrlTasyuyGjVlB8P00WpOCgb9_5upjJ9LHKu-q/s400/IMAG0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597290068358343730" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjftwLng-HK-9y4yt8c_1NrvHnUq1K9qGozsozFYV_yjnxT6c4rL4XD7P4fU9i8xpbb-RD59zL9ucEog7XrbEDXFi6Svda9owg3qFtZW4NTQDS7rSIFbFoxG0-ZV2TjAN3A1ENyh2Y1fiMh/s1600/IMAG0003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjftwLng-HK-9y4yt8c_1NrvHnUq1K9qGozsozFYV_yjnxT6c4rL4XD7P4fU9i8xpbb-RD59zL9ucEog7XrbEDXFi6Svda9owg3qFtZW4NTQDS7rSIFbFoxG0-ZV2TjAN3A1ENyh2Y1fiMh/s400/IMAG0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597290394218002850" border="0" /></a>*I love the message on this bench*<br /><br />So you can imagine I went to my interview very relaxed and happy and I think it went really well. I was just so shocked that this magical place is so close to my home and this is the first time I've seen it. Now I hope I get the job just so I can sit and eat my lunch in this wonderful space.<br /><br />Love<br />Simone<br />xxxx</div>Simone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-45234734962768296052011-04-18T14:40:00.003+01:002011-04-18T15:10:28.943+01:00Education, gifts & 21st birthdays...<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">I'm going to be 21 in July, which is awesome because I planned for my 20's to be my decade and 20 has been a bit hit and miss so far. It is however also quite scary as it means I'm a serious grown up. Anyway back to the point it's my birthday on the 4th of July and people are already asking what to get me as it's a biggie.<br /><br />For ages I have wanted a digital SLR camera, for about 6 years but they're pricey. My Mum and Dad knew this and when I told them that I was going to university they said as a 'We're so glad your going to uni & a 21st birthday present' That they will get me one. EEEK! Also the boyfriend asked me what I would want. I like gifts to be practical and that can really get some use out of so I asked for a sewing machine that may seem like an odd request for a birthday present. I have always been crafty but recently I'm finding my own style and the style I liking of basic 50's style and summer dresses is limited in my size, so I'm going to make some.<br /><br />So to make the most out of these gifts I going to take some courses at our local adult college. First up a basic digital photography class, then a basic sewing hand and machine class, finished off with a fashion sewing class. Each of these courses is so reasonably priced it's silly and I am as excited about the classes and the learning as I am about gifts.<br /><br />My Mum and Dad always did classes when I was little, they had a lot of fun met knew people and learnt new things all the time. Knowledge always excites me (probably why I want to be a teacher) so what better way to celebrate the fact the I have been here one more year than to fill my mind with some wonderful new skills.<br /><br />Is there anything you have ever wanted to learn or take a class in? Have you taken classes what did you think? What did you ask for when you last celebrated a big birthday?<br /><br />Love<br />Simone<br />xxxx </p>Simone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-59340228787030283592011-04-16T22:39:00.001+01:002011-04-16T22:39:37.122+01:00A good day...<div><p>I share a lot of the crap that goes down in my life because if I don't let it out then I might kill someone. However when all the joys that life gives me I sometimes forget to blog about it because I'm too busy smiling and skipping.</p>
<p>Today was a pretty ordinary day really nothing magical happened, but I'm sitting in the bath (yes I'm blogging in the bath on my phone I know I'm crazy) surrounded by vanilla candles listening to my favorite music and I am content and happy peace. And the boyfriend is racing pretend cars on the xbox so he is definitely happy.</p>
<p>The last weeks was rubbish I suffer severely with acid reflux I can't even describe how painful it is. Which means I hadn't slept all week. So last night I was losing it, I was exhausted, in agony and just needed to rest. The boyfriend found extra strong pain killers and made me decaf tea (ordinary tea gives me acid reflux) got me ready for bed and we watched 30 rock. He was a magician the pain killers kicked in with the lovely side effect of drowsiness, the tea soothed my insides and my boyfriends hugs and hair stroking soothed my soul and sleep happened naturally.</p>
<p>This morning the boyfriend woke at 6.40am! But left me sleeping until I woke naturally at 10am because he knew I needed it. We had breakfast together, sorted with his mum all the new food we want as we're jointly trying to live healthier. We got his bike out the shead and washes it all down so we can use it more but it needs new tyers.  Then he played rock band while I searched for courses (more on this in another post) and other things and it was wonderful.</p>
<p>Then I cooked dinner, cheese burgers yum! These burgers are so big our grill can only take two at a time so I cooked his first. He sorts the buns and cheese I the burgers always the same. He wondered off to the the living room as he was coming back I hid behind the door to jump out and scare him... it worked lol. It resulted in him tickling me until I was laughing so much I couldn't breath, he was really laughing too it was a lovely moment. Not something mind blowing or earth shattering but one of those moments I hope never to forget. </p>
<p>Then his dinner was done I started mine but I forgot to empty the fat out of the grill pan before I started mine the grill was on super hot and the fat caught fire! Flames jumped out of the grill I've never seen anything like it in real life. I instantly panicked and started shouting. The boyfriend doesn't know what to do (he told me) then his brain kicked in and he was wetting towels and throwing them on the fire. Seeing him taking control calmed me and my brain kicked in. I got a wet towel put it round my hand and got the pan out of the grill once on top the oven the boyfriend threw one more wet towel on the grill and the flames wet out. I was shaking and in shock he was totally cool hugging me saying Simone its good it, we're ok. We make a good team it doesn't always take flames for me to see it, but we really do make a good team and sometimes I that for granted. </p>
<p>He knows how to sooth my pain, to keep me calm, to solve my problems, make me laugh till I can't breath, he knows me like no other and I him. Tonight I am very aware of this and unbelievably grateful. To have my best friend and to know on the days that I write more about that aren't so great that he'll still be by my side fighting it with me. It's late and the vanilla may be going to my head but I feel very lucky and fortunate. I think I take it for granted a little to often and that's going to change.</p>
<p>So what/who are you thankful for? And why?</p>
<p>Love<br>
Simone<br>
xxxx</p>
</div>Simone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-29162677881392348422011-04-16T19:08:00.003+01:002011-04-16T19:14:38.739+01:00Role Model...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUTHxjk849Xk4ALJEPnCntiG_rno7ohyJGIqvjC3MpvB56o4578y3vxBMWEiX1NkZYx31weluOrOvDoZkwWEfl6LowvUfi2mPpyaFu96Q5I3VDQp2SIfCyWMViE4JoCUiHs675_4KclcNz/s1600/Adele.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUTHxjk849Xk4ALJEPnCntiG_rno7ohyJGIqvjC3MpvB56o4578y3vxBMWEiX1NkZYx31weluOrOvDoZkwWEfl6LowvUfi2mPpyaFu96Q5I3VDQp2SIfCyWMViE4JoCUiHs675_4KclcNz/s400/Adele.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596245068878635298" border="0" /></a>... Adele<br /><br />”I love food and hate exercise. I don’t have time to work out… I don’t want to be on the cover of Playboy or Vogue. I want to be on the cover of Rolling Stone or Q. I’m not a trend-setter… I’m a singer… I’d rather weigh a ton and make an amazing album then look like Nicole Richie and do a shit album. My aim in life is never to be skinny.”<br />-Adele Adkins<br /><br />Because I am a big girl and I have a mind and a voice and that should always be more important than what size I am or what clothes I wear. I love her voice it's like pure heaven and lyrics from a brilliant mind and open heart.<br /><br />Love<br />Simone<br />xxxx<br /></div>Simone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-66831441964762288232011-04-14T17:48:00.000+01:002011-04-14T17:49:08.969+01:00Personal Pretty - Hair Bows & Head Bands<div style="text-align: center;">I had my hair cut last night... and no I didn't have my head shaved. The boyfriend look horrified when I showed him yesterdays post and said I loved her hair. My hair dresser gave me a beautiful new side fringe and some lovely layers. So now when my hair drys naturally it goes into gorgeous beach waves. YEY! Summer nautural hair.<br /><br />So to go with my lovely new hair I'm totally lovely bow hair accessories! My two favuorite places for hair accessories are <a href="http://www.shopbando.com/">Ban.do</a> and <a href="http://www.accessorize.com/">Accessorize</a>. So lets see some pretty shall we...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuZqjyhllNclJ_FKOxkollk5NNvBCmONU5qFqzo4dzGcl_47TA5ji5dkFGM7NAodFwSEvKVFEe_UN4vm25so1D_ZhtbSRts1IGEWH7baoYqV_x8VJmhf4qFoRxAZdy6XsPktTkdpgtRxvo/s1600/ban.do.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuZqjyhllNclJ_FKOxkollk5NNvBCmONU5qFqzo4dzGcl_47TA5ji5dkFGM7NAodFwSEvKVFEe_UN4vm25so1D_ZhtbSRts1IGEWH7baoYqV_x8VJmhf4qFoRxAZdy6XsPktTkdpgtRxvo/s400/ban.do.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595476499351056930" border="0" /></a>Band.do Signature Scarf & Two Tone Satin Sash<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_8VpcuK4QymSpdn5YQCyQKgb8HNLD9RcEiKz76Ajz0u5XNDXipk5nkSr3ZGWb0BEa7Ty5P6OVZTfQ3wlUzZNF9o4jwTZEws9sy-fVnaMQqAFbyPNkvGHSOohTOAT-UI43hM2Z-qjhGSNP/s1600/Accessorize+Head+Bands.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 156px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_8VpcuK4QymSpdn5YQCyQKgb8HNLD9RcEiKz76Ajz0u5XNDXipk5nkSr3ZGWb0BEa7Ty5P6OVZTfQ3wlUzZNF9o4jwTZEws9sy-fVnaMQqAFbyPNkvGHSOohTOAT-UI43hM2Z-qjhGSNP/s400/Accessorize+Head+Bands.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595476962276738482" border="0" /></a><br />Accessorize Chiffon Bow Bando, Summer Rose Jersey Twisted Alice Band & Twisted Printed Turban Alice Band<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_N8byWna9p-daJ5u1VhkS5ONfLGuT69esBNjWfej9bcBZValSd2joT3o5fZfr8pA5beyPGw1HVw3JM2TDSEivoEwPjCAKxpalbLVH6qic7FP9npFl0oNX0I_8see_hIvQzFrkYalUGyis/s1600/Accessorize+Bow+Bands.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_N8byWna9p-daJ5u1VhkS5ONfLGuT69esBNjWfej9bcBZValSd2joT3o5fZfr8pA5beyPGw1HVw3JM2TDSEivoEwPjCAKxpalbLVH6qic7FP9npFl0oNX0I_8see_hIvQzFrkYalUGyis/s400/Accessorize+Bow+Bands.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595477499200598066" border="0" /></a>Accessorize Amalfi Butterfly Bow Alice Band, Tropical Stripe Trim Bow Alice Band & Florence Floral Alice Band<br /><br />If I could splash out then I would love this beauty from Butler and Wilson. Just look how wonderful it is it's the Multcoloured Crystal Flower Hairband I want it sooo bad!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuEwPVwYBppCO9AcBS7hq6ceRn5yRxYYFfK-k-NM_TJV7eOAU2rArGRX-lJ0dsYo1nW7Fj-yWDQ3OUH1ar-n7ybWSJB-hdAyOrmi-d-59bp6YultIKIrP7wDXkp_5iK1Z_OJLJ0K69Yqh5/s1600/Butler+and+Wilson+Multcoloured+Crystal+Flower+Hairband.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuEwPVwYBppCO9AcBS7hq6ceRn5yRxYYFfK-k-NM_TJV7eOAU2rArGRX-lJ0dsYo1nW7Fj-yWDQ3OUH1ar-n7ybWSJB-hdAyOrmi-d-59bp6YultIKIrP7wDXkp_5iK1Z_OJLJ0K69Yqh5/s400/Butler+and+Wilson+Multcoloured+Crystal+Flower+Hairband.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595478333466896130" border="0" /></a>But if I won the lotto it would have to be the amazing Louis Mariette... This is where the real sparkly pretty is. I present Fleur & Venus...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF_nddCc_9mxEcOuj11NRfp_cC_u8k3b9_1LprQlucKbAWbb3_6az4KRonux5_rxG9skcuo6C76kbmu1Hgl4XQfc0QX_UVbtO7w_NuFTmop4u-bHJVzhVsLvbpT35I51Pn0f72Kyn2pRP0/s1600/LouisMariette.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF_nddCc_9mxEcOuj11NRfp_cC_u8k3b9_1LprQlucKbAWbb3_6az4KRonux5_rxG9skcuo6C76kbmu1Hgl4XQfc0QX_UVbtO7w_NuFTmop4u-bHJVzhVsLvbpT35I51Pn0f72Kyn2pRP0/s400/LouisMariette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595481244416263186" border="0" /></a>So what do you think? Do you know any other great places for hair pretty that you could suggest?<br /><br />love<br />Simone<br />xxxx<br /></div>Simone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-82505358549057637522011-04-13T14:04:00.003+01:002011-04-13T14:20:12.906+01:00Hair Crush...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGNgvRQjajDD7LZrgt5XKMfd4rz61u1oSVH1oKJNc6hzYjRuL5d0AShevzhacks5YHigCwrK_bu3r4mO3xfnupPCyK5tyXxl4uccN4SBHB2Is6_wbvaKv2rIq1fxtsU4S29xQo90Snqp1L/s1600/Ginnifer-Goodwin-hairstyle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGNgvRQjajDD7LZrgt5XKMfd4rz61u1oSVH1oKJNc6hzYjRuL5d0AShevzhacks5YHigCwrK_bu3r4mO3xfnupPCyK5tyXxl4uccN4SBHB2Is6_wbvaKv2rIq1fxtsU4S29xQo90Snqp1L/s400/Ginnifer-Goodwin-hairstyle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595053614051082290" border="0" /></a>Ginnifer Goodwin<br /><br />I am looking for inspiration with my hair and was looking on google and found this picture. Just look at her! I love her I have done since I saw her in the film Mona Lisa Smile. But she looks gorgeous! I wish I was this brave with my hair. She is so gorgeous! Huge girl crush.<br /><br />I have done the short hair thing and it suits but I get so bored and start thinking I look like a man because I never really know what to do with short hair. I now have long hair and I know how to make it look good but it takes so much effort everyday. It also isn't very easy to stand out. Any way our hairdresser is coming tonight she comes every two months. I was hoping you can give me some awesome hair ideas so I can look as stunnning as Miss Goodwin.<br /><br />Love<br />Simone<br />xxxx<br /></div>Simone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-56277655600723454222011-04-12T10:35:00.011+01:002011-04-12T11:11:10.527+01:00Personal Pretty - BikesSo the first proper post on the new look blog is all about bikes. Yeah I know doesn't sound thrilling but I'm not talking any old bike my friends... oh no! I about to show you the most beautiful bikes I have ever seen, bike art if you would. Most are from <a href="http://www.electrabike.com/">Electra</a> and one from <a href="http://www.pashley.co.uk/">Pashley</a>. I give you the comfort bikes....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPcwADa82uueSCBZkbVqMaNrzvj-ivRWq1rx3Xm7MNnDNvte8yP3h2Du_klcF89af9KSArw4rkMHj6-qbKVyhRSHUE-CkaR7vsRO9hqpv3WQ4TcYC9HXSJ9h8-0rHE2eaZKH_aUj4C2hLV/s1600/electra--amsterdam-girard-3i-dames.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPcwADa82uueSCBZkbVqMaNrzvj-ivRWq1rx3Xm7MNnDNvte8yP3h2Du_klcF89af9KSArw4rkMHj6-qbKVyhRSHUE-CkaR7vsRO9hqpv3WQ4TcYC9HXSJ9h8-0rHE2eaZKH_aUj4C2hLV/s400/electra--amsterdam-girard-3i-dames.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594631097828485458" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Electra Amsterdam</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrEfsfuXM5nTdK_h8Az6xAeIyeMSSOScTJQrb_L59qP0XPnpcw9Dd28vmz_ZPA2pRLPcO47i260yV0l1DP2IrUC67neWK57yRuxRGIRj7StpTXa8FCxHmTJxyw5glGWTrXgYe6ZBz9q37-/s1600/11_electra_cherie_3i_damen_pink.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrEfsfuXM5nTdK_h8Az6xAeIyeMSSOScTJQrb_L59qP0XPnpcw9Dd28vmz_ZPA2pRLPcO47i260yV0l1DP2IrUC67neWK57yRuxRGIRj7StpTXa8FCxHmTJxyw5glGWTrXgYe6ZBz9q37-/s400/11_electra_cherie_3i_damen_pink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594631836103191714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Electra Cherry</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4kDGbOQwddrNIR9lQHxxQGwWtu5362Oea-EaWcz8mUfGE3YdPKjGLOQHIELRUDoDd3qtjc8bvh2yahER9xk52GQwYKP0nBxunujSM4nz4qvsMeZZ8kNtG7qSR3cFSKVG8NqnnTuS5OZ1e/s1600/11_electra_daisy_3i_damen_gelb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4kDGbOQwddrNIR9lQHxxQGwWtu5362Oea-EaWcz8mUfGE3YdPKjGLOQHIELRUDoDd3qtjc8bvh2yahER9xk52GQwYKP0nBxunujSM4nz4qvsMeZZ8kNtG7qSR3cFSKVG8NqnnTuS5OZ1e/s400/11_electra_daisy_3i_damen_gelb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594632337432543506" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Electra Daisy</span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIQBVZCKr3vI8s9t2tupyEiXYhu8Y0nOngJ0768mamGLqL9CvDLGsOUl0YYpYYu60R8woFDjEUH9m4GeHUjVIWAMzoZ9HyaHDfVXKgmMQASUl2LxLsuDn5rdD08qf7fWR-AWz6mxJt0vnO/s1600/11_electra_flowers_3i_damen_pink.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIQBVZCKr3vI8s9t2tupyEiXYhu8Y0nOngJ0768mamGLqL9CvDLGsOUl0YYpYYu60R8woFDjEUH9m4GeHUjVIWAMzoZ9HyaHDfVXKgmMQASUl2LxLsuDn5rdD08qf7fWR-AWz6mxJt0vnO/s400/11_electra_flowers_3i_damen_pink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594633146348668722" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Electra Flower (I LOVE!!!)</span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBNW7S3Od3hO7-w7951Ed2A0G1IskhL6O23Qofc9HzaD6Z5MmNR1SNmP-vz1PRsqk45eHTfR-CbgUpi9wE9wzvvZhhUdtsWVSlYow4DC1D2UqQ381a6RKJIGejNLvryl1rUthuniykOj3S/s1600/pashley-poppy-lg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBNW7S3Od3hO7-w7951Ed2A0G1IskhL6O23Qofc9HzaD6Z5MmNR1SNmP-vz1PRsqk45eHTfR-CbgUpi9wE9wzvvZhhUdtsWVSlYow4DC1D2UqQ381a6RKJIGejNLvryl1rUthuniykOj3S/s400/pashley-poppy-lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594633468751456898" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Pashley Poppy</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I Currently live in an area close to London with very good public transport and What ever uni I get into will be near a city with public transport and I love trains so there is no need for me to have a car. (also I had a horrible experience with the 5 driving lessons I had)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I would love one of these bikes I have always been a fan of bike riding since I was tiny and had my own seat on my Dad's bike. I love the outdoors, the fresh air, getting to see places not just pass them. Also how amazing would it be riding one of these bikes in a little summer dress! (I long to be Allie in the film, The Notebook)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Maybe if I'm really lucky I could afford one of these before I'm 30, as they range from £400 - £600. A little too rich for me at the moment. Any way how do you feel about bikes? When was the last time you rode one? Do you have a secret bike crush like me?</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Love</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Simone</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">xxxx</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">*<span style="font-size:78%;">This is not a sponsored post I am just in love with the bikes, maybe if it were I could afford one lol*</span></span></span><br /></div>Simone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-382608362646166672011-04-11T16:36:00.003+01:002011-04-11T17:20:33.025+01:00Finding and discoveringWell I said in my last post that I would be explaining the revamp and where I'm going with the blog now that the wedding plans are off. The answer is really where ever the wind takes me. I'm saying this as a person that loves to have a plan and know where things are heading, that defiantly hates surprises.<br /><br />In the last two years I have been activity in a job for 6 months not by choice. I have planned to get a job, (and keep it) planned to get married, planned to rent a place with the boyfriend, (difficult without a job, funny that) planned to go to university, planned to lose weight, planned to read more, planned to see more and to do more. Where did all those plans get me... Heartache and depression.<br /><br />I am once again unemployed, I still living with my boyfriend but in his Mum's house, I am still engaged and have just called off our wedding, I have not started a degree or any course that will get me closer to teaching (the dream), I am probably heavier than I was 2 years ago but lighter than I was 1 year ago but nowhere near the weight I would like. I have a kindle I got it for Christmas as I assumed getting books when ever would make me read more often, wrong! I have been to so far this year one gig and 2 dates, I live so close to London that offers so much to see and yet I sit in our room watching TV box-sets and films. So the new plan is.. well to go with the flow a bit more. (some where my boyfriend is celebrating, I just know it)<br /><br />The plan is to apply for university, I can do this in fact I have already started if I could just big myself up a bit and finish my personal statement it could be sent already. If I get in or not is up to the UCAS/university gods. The plan is to <span style="font-weight: bold;">stay calm, </span><span>fly off the handle me.... <span style="font-style: italic;">always. </span>Does it help... No, does it just add to my stress until I'm crying and starting fights with the boyfriend... hell yeah it does. The other plans include having fun, this will encompass the doing/seeing aspect of the old plan. I'm always saying I'm this age I should have done this and that, or other people my age have done this why haven't I. So the things I do, I don't appreciate I do them just to tick them off some imaginary list. So the plan is to do things because there fun and they make me happy not because I should have done it.<br /><br />Lastly I have never really fitted in, some cases I didn't fit in because I act and look older than my age, other times it's because I'm larger than the average size, or because of a whole list of different things. I always wanted to be someone else, I always thought I should try to keep up with fashion in order to fit in. So I never really found out what I liked or how I felt comfortable. So that is going to change I'm going to find a style and a lifestyle that suits me that makes me happy. I'm 20, I'm hopefully going to uni and moving this year there is no better time to start.<br /><br />So the blog will be about me finding a discovering, clothes, music, art, books, hobbies, food and life. If you read some of the stuff and think hey I know something Simone would love then drop me a comment or a message and I'll tell you how it goes. I hope you'll enjoy it.<br /><br />Love<br />Simone<br />xxxx<br /></span>Simone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-19948609898061593342011-04-10T09:06:00.003+01:002011-04-10T09:29:43.796+01:00New, bright and shiny...<div style="text-align: center;">Hey there,<br /><br />Welcome to the new look Take My Hand. Apart from the obvious that my blog is now pink striped loveliness there are some other changes too. My about me page, well I have one, look at the top there it has my mug on it and lots of stuff about me. Next to that is my contact page which will lead you to my the blogs twitter and facebook pages and email address. I really mean this please get in touch I seriously love a chat about, music, clothes, the blog, me or just anything really. If you ask a question I might put it on my about me page so everyone can learn something lol.<br /><br />Talking of the blogs facebook page I have had one for aaages! I wasn't however very good at keeping it up todate but now it's all linked to twitter on my phone. Which took me <span style="font-weight: bold;">hours</span> to sort it was a nightmare but the boyfriend jumped in and resuced me many times yesterday so huge thank you to him. (even though he looked like he wanted to kill me most of the time)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0ZlW9V5rBQ7sip03Ewd8vO4K82MhRV0PnlO7JRL7AKJVYka2A1c6DYIf8pFjKHnIxLZwCB5_aWN9flGQJC-UV-FdYb36CPyfAW3ona1zg1Eo2av3x_9krLx9lI6D14Pz58nLMUC2rIpi/s1600/1281899658174293_large.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0ZlW9V5rBQ7sip03Ewd8vO4K82MhRV0PnlO7JRL7AKJVYka2A1c6DYIf8pFjKHnIxLZwCB5_aWN9flGQJC-UV-FdYb36CPyfAW3ona1zg1Eo2av3x_9krLx9lI6D14Pz58nLMUC2rIpi/s400/1281899658174293_large.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593868806157805010" border="0" /></a><br /><br />There will be more of an explanation in my next post about what the blog is going to be about from now on and why there are all these changes. I hope you all like it please let me know if you do or don't I can take it honest. If you have a blog which kick-ass or know one that is I'd also like some suggestions as I'm trying to branch out a little my interests are, people, music, food/cooking, art, homes, fashion just about anything really. I'll comment you and maybe you'll comment me and we'll be the best of friends so suggest way!<br /><br />I'm back people sorry about the times away but it was neccessary and good I promise.<br />Love<br />Simone<br />xxxx<br /><br />P.S. Listening to Florence and The Machine - Dog Days Are Over, When starting new is AMAZING!!!!<br /></div>Simone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112689550819095547.post-92065187988534883592011-04-02T07:26:00.003+01:002011-04-02T07:38:03.899+01:00Forget your troubles come on get happy...<div style="text-align: center;">I'm going to start by telling you the it's Saturday and I woke up at 6.40 am and stayed up because the weather is beautiful and I'm in a good mood... I know I almost don't believe it either.<br /><br />So yes everything is up in the air wedding wise but why I am I pushing for a wedding I'm going to look back on and think why didn't we wait and do it properly. I have to calm down on my fear that everything is going to disappear if I don't grab on and never let go. So for now we are going to plan to go out for more dinners and gigs. I'm still trying to get a job so if you know anyone that needs office admin or shop assistant in London or Essex I'm your girl. lol<br /><br />But something exciting did happen yesterday I got a new engagement ring!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUUYRoqKaKWR2uKvI30KQ-71r0RzZcyNn86zGOTdjq6B1im8R7px3GLVR0Hl2g0uf0MPNNps7sFC4sAUFouabHFsmSuUVxBSjGN5XhitSkqKTCpYWdTQczx-LDNj5U4XAbqBNJkiaPKzIj/s1600/1301725361037.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUUYRoqKaKWR2uKvI30KQ-71r0RzZcyNn86zGOTdjq6B1im8R7px3GLVR0Hl2g0uf0MPNNps7sFC4sAUFouabHFsmSuUVxBSjGN5XhitSkqKTCpYWdTQczx-LDNj5U4XAbqBNJkiaPKzIj/s400/1301725361037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590870457856467058" border="0" /></a><br />I went for lunch with the boyfriend on his lunch break and we looked in the jewelers near his work and it was there for an amazing price as it's second hand and I had always looked at white gold, but it's yellow gold and I love it!!!! Because it was a small local business he re-sized it within an hour for me and I got to take it home. It's so perfect I can't stop looking at it!<br /><br />I hope the weather is as beautiful where you are as it is here this weekend and have a lovely happy weekend!<br /><br />Love<br />Simone<br />xxxx<br /></div>Simone - Take My Hand My Whole Life Toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07280819064240361013noreply@blogger.com0