Easter might be over and schedules may be getting back to normal and those “back to reality every day” blues are probably starting to settle in. I’m also confident that whatever your chocolate of choice, you’ve probably indulged on a lot of it over the past 2 weeks and good for you! You deserve to treat yourself! But just because Easter is over, it doesn’t mean you have to restrict yourself and not indulge in some tasty treats every now and again.
When it comes to buying gifts for people, to me, personal is always best. I’d much rather spend extra time, effort and money on something unique and personal for someone I love than just hop on down to the high street and pick up some bits from all your generic stores. There’s nothing wrong with that of course, especially if there’s something they particularly need but that’s not really how I’ve ever done “gift giving”. Earlier this month, I was contacted by the team at Star Name Registry and asked if I wanted to review their product.
If there’s one thing that I loved when I was younger, especially in school and probably one thing that I spent far too much pocket money on, is stickers. Oh stickers. How I used to love decorating my school books, notebooks even my wardrobe with stickers of dogs cats, ice creams, smiley faces, bees and an array of everything in-between. I think stickers are very nostalgic and our first foray into creativity as youngsters. But now, at the age of 24 and part of the blogging community, I can see that stickers are very much still a “thing” for us oldens and most good stationery brands will stock them in a huge range of designs!
I’m not sure if I believe in fate or “signs” from the universe but there’s no doubt that things happen sometimes that make you ponder. Receiving an email from Fab Little Bag for me, was one of those things. There I was, PMS’ing like cray cray; my boobs felt like bags of sand, my skin resembled that of a 13 year old boy and I had heartburn galore when up pops an email from this company. On the cusp of my period, I received an email from a period-related-company who want to send me a period-related-product? If that’s not a sign, then I don’t know what is.
Receiving flowers is a rarity for me, in fact, it’s a completely non-existent phenomenon! So I was delighted when Prestige Flowers got in touch about a review of one of their lovely Mothers Day bouquets – until I realised it was for Mothers Day and I am not a Mother and they would most certainly be given to my own Mother as a gift. So alas, I’ve still never had flowers sent to me! (Hint, hint, wink, wink!)
When I was approached by Songfinch to enquire about a collaboration, I was intrigued to say the least. What so, you write a song… About someone I know? With like, original lyrics? I mean, I didn’t totally get it at first but after doing some research and chatting to their ever so lovely and helpful content, social media, email man Zach, I understood the concept more and my thoughts instantly changed from, “huh?” to, “Wow, okay this is seriously cool”. So, with the lead up to Mothers Day, I began working with them on a Mothers Day song for my mum. This is what happened…
I am my mother’s daughter in that I love candles. Big, small, scented, un-scented, Yankee, own-brand – you name it, I love going into a shop and sticking my face in a bunch of gorgeous candles. Like, when they’re un-lit, of course. We have more candles in our house than we know what to do with but when Candles With Love contacted me asking if I’d like to review some of their candles, I wasn’t going to say no, was I? I like to think I have enough experience in candle sniffing to be a reliable judge of what makes a decent candle or not.
We made it through January, horrah. But it’s still cold, it’s still dark and it can still look and feel pretty miserable outside. Now, although I’m someone who absolutely loves winter and loves the cold, I’ve not been completely un-prone to the effects of SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) in the past and even I tend to look a bit harder for those little comforts in the colder, darker months when they’re really needed. Today I’ve put together a little list of things that I do in winter to make it a bit more bearable and which will also, hopefully, give you that positive kick into the Spring months.
This year, I’m trying extra hard to enjoy Christmas. After such a rubbish year, I’m going into the Christmas period with the mentality that it’s the last stretch of 2016 and I might as well at least try and enjoy it because it marks the end of what was a truly dire year. I’ve already got almost all my Christmas presents – and wrapped them – the decorations are up and I even bought myself a little glittering Christmas tree for my room – aww! I’ve also already blogged about some gorgeous Christmasssy candles and actually rather enjoyed it. So when I got an email from Boohoo – yes, Boohoo, I couldn’t quite believe it either – asking if my dog and I wanted to take part in their Christmas jumper campaign, I said yes, obviously. Otherwise I wouldn’t be writing this blog post.
I’m happy to read anything and everything. All different genres, from all different kinds of authors including books published in different kinds of ways. Of course my most read type of books are traditionally published but I am definitely not impartial to a self-published or Indie book (I actually wrote a post on that here!) I’ve read some wonderful self published books since I started book blogging and met, albeit virtually, some of the incredible authors behind them. I’ve worked with Cratejoy before on their Fresh Fiction: Box Not to Miss box and their Nerdy Bookworm Box but today I’m reviewing the Go Indie Now! box and my god, what a treat it was! And make sure you scroll to the bottom for the giveaway to win a Cratejoy box!
Now the main components of this box go together as like a set… sort of. I’ll get to that in a minute so it makes sense but first I’ll share with you the additional items in the box – which have no connection to anything else. I realise this makes no sense. Firstly, there was the Bookish Adult Colouring Book by Martha Sweeney.