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Happy Sunday Dolls! Don’t forget that how you spent your Sunday determines how your Monday morning will pan out. I don’t really care if you’re not listening, it’s life, have fun…but don’t say I didn’t warn you. šŸ™‚

The weekend has been amazing, because I just needed it. I’ve feeling sassy and dazzled with awesome. I’m on this kite flight of confident right now and well, as chick, when you feel that way, you kinda feel good, it’s sexy.

The babies and I have loved up, spend up and dined. I’ve enjoyed the sun, cocktailed and giggled my way through the ‘free days.’ I try to keep life balanced and right now i sort of couldn’t be more grateful for the way it all seems to be panning out. Weird, I know. I make like i’m so unlucky at times, when really, i’m pretty lucky. I know that. It’s keeps a secret smile on my kitten face. (Even though i did I have a conversation with a girl, who i know and adore, about Pete, who she’s I guess ‘sort of’ dating. Pete is Ruby’s Daddy. Anyway, we’re great so we’ll have a gossip, but during that, an old guy, in a army green STRING VEST came up and made fun of my eyelashes. Hahaha. Make fun of me all you want. I can take it i’m fun. I gave it back. But old Lord, don’t do it in an army string vest. There’s rules to that behaviour.)

As usual, the inbox is going crazy. I’m flattered, but not too bothered, as even though i’m a sucker for a selfie post, i’m never one to live for the result. Hahah. Contrary to popular belief. To be honest, i’m not sure what’s going on right now. I have noticed that over the last few days, my popularity, or accidental ‘slaying’ has shimmied upward?

I’m feeling really good right now, as i’m feeling independant and wonderful. There are options if i wanted to take them up, instead of shopping for shoes. Yet, i don’t really fancy anyone. And i don’t mean that in a ‘no ones is right’ kinda way. I’m a girl, i know who is right and who’s not..and who i might fancy. I just mean that i’m not in a phase of ‘bonkers’ where you feel helpless. It’s an awesome feeling as i feel on top of it all and dare i say…powerful? Lol

As you know, i’ve watched numerous episodes of Sex in The City and as it quotes, all girls can kinda pin point a ‘knock off hand bag in a second. Yet, and this is one of my problems, because chicks are stirred by love…we’re not very good at spotting a ‘knock off’ guy when it comes to love. Lol.

But the great thing about me is that i am awesome at dusting myself off and strutting onward with a smile.

I will say that i’m getting along with Keiran really well right now. Not romantically, just normally. (He’s my ex husband.) You know when there’s just personalities that just get long and ones that don’t. He sees it as ‘You had everything. A guy that really loved you, a happy marriage and you pushed it away.’ I see it as ‘you left.’ Haha. But the thing is , that we can laugh about it and get on with parenting Junior like champions. That’s what i like about it…and keeps him in the running. He’s not that stroppy and i hate stroppy boys. Y’know boys who act like you’re a weirdo when you’re just expressive. Or the ones that throw their teddy out the cot for no reason. Or ones that prejudge me.

However, talking about personalities that get along, I have newly and recently noticed that ‘London Business Man’ and I actually get along better than I or We realized. We have a good friendship right now.

Like we can go through all this ‘stuff’, like we did earlier…have a good time, or be narky with one another, tell each other everything and anything…not talk, talk…and just go on as normal, with laughter, like everything’s okay. I like that! I mean I ask his opinion on things, we point out when the other’s being what i would call ‘tragic’….and to be fair, i’d say, we’re getting on better now…as a development, than ever. There’s this less intense comfiness to it.

So that’s good. I like that we can talk. On the whole, the package with him is good.

Both those boys are Aries boys. Maybe i just get along with Aries boys? Or they just don’t hate me as much. šŸ™‚ I actually also get along with my new Manchester guy friend…who i’m rubbish at being a friend to. He’s just a friend, all taken and happy and well he tried to call me the other day yet I missed it, as at the same time my Facebook was being idiotic and i couldn’t get to his call because he kept getting pushed down the inbox line, by messages from strangers. Which is annoying. But i much prefer a call. They’re not easier than a text, but oddly easier to read?

I’m getting ready for my work week. I’m having a movie night. I’m enjoying a vino and i forgot to get a pedicure. I’m confused by UFC. I’m craving a kfc. I dreamt that my friend was having a spelling test. Ā Lol and IĀ have lots of exciting things on the cards.





What girls want…


Four girls, all different, all friends, all great and with paths crossed in the same walk of life, yet with the same feminine thread weaving it’s strong yet delicate way through us.

Today we learnt, that no matter if you’re a sassy chick, a soft chick, a hard chick, a ditzy chick, a glammy chick, a shy chick, no matter what kinda chick you are, we ALL love to be appreciated, told that we are treasured and attention…from the guy that we have our eyes/heart set on.

The smart guys, will already know this. The not so smart, will endure the ‘game’ of it all, (SNOOZE, WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THAT) or simply Ā be oblivious to this. The sneaky will know this and tell us what we want to hear, without sincerity. That is probably the worst out the lot.

I mean today i watched and i learnt that a great guy will make ONE girl reallyĀ feelĀ like the most special girl in the entire world, making 99 other girls..well jealous. Lol. He will NOT make 99 girls feel ‘special’ and have no delicious/meaningful tie with one. Simples.

But isn’t dating hard in this day and age. It doesn’t matter how old you are. It’s hard and I hate it. Not dating…but the way we have to do it today. I’m not one for online dating. I know it works for many but just not for me. And oh my God, i’m not a cynic, but i’ve certainly got burnt in the past online. You need to meet someone in the flesh to begin the adventure. Lots of my friends have actually met guys online and are perfectly happy. I mean my friend Emily started to chatting to a guy on Tnder for months. 11 months without meeting him. Then they did their first date by them BOTH FLYING TO NEW YORK TO MEET EACH OTHER. I know! Emily is from Yorkshire. He was living in Bermuda. That was their middle ground. Weeks later they were in a relationship, and now they’re together, happy, moved in and well she moved to Bermuda to be with him. I know.

My love life isn’t as easy as that! Lol. I can’t online date, the connection comes to me, when i see them in front of me. I’mĀ sassy but traditional and my romantic standards of idealism mean that i need to meet, see, smell and touch the person in real life to know if all is going to moving forward. Lol. I’m SELECTIVE. I’m emotional. I’m excitable. But you’ll know if i like you, because i’ll just tell you. What you see..is what you get. I’m not one to be scared to suggest we go on a date.


I also learnt that we girls like guys to stand by what they say, be Honorable…stick to following through, if they say their going to. It scores guys major points, because it shows us trust and makes us realize that you care and all that jazz. It separates the boys from the men. It helps us peek at what’s in store for the future.

I learnt lots!

Then, our guy friend turned around, in his suit and taught us more, (after we had our horoscopes read out…I’m a Sagittarius) and well he said, that there are ALWAYS THREE SIDES TO EVERY STORY. And well we always thought there were two. Yet, he makes sense.

‘No…there’s the girls version, the guys version and the truth…the what actually happened.’

And how true is that! So true! Who knew he could be so insightful! Lol

But yeah, i’m off now to continue chilling. I can’t wait for Friday to dawn on me I’m feeling fun. I’m feeling excited. I fancy drinks. I fancy girls night.

Roll on the weekend!




Cat Ladies, Drunks & Mr.Rights?


I’m dandy but shattered. This week so far has been swirled in heat and sunshine, yet filled with work life. It’s much harder to work in the sunshine, right? I can’t wait to early kitty night it, recoup and pull my gentle self together.

I don’t even know that to tell you, other than I’m sat on my living room floor with my little pink laptop on my knee and these silver ball sweets by my side to keep me company. I’ve definitely been called a ‘slut’ today (*Yawn*) and yesterday Reuben (who is a friend i have known since i was about seventeen, he’s ace, i think he’s awesome) decided to make the masses believe, out of boredom that I was a ‘Lady boy.’ Lol. I don’t have a willy, but if i did, it would be massive.

Walked out of work today with a glammy, much taller than me colleague and before we got to our alley way walk to our cars some giant bellied dude, in blue,Ā was tripping up over his own life with booze in a brown paper bag decided to grunt stuff at us and call us ‘hot bitches.’ He won’t even remember saying it.

Me: ‘Is he following us?’

Glammy friend: ‘I don’t know? Just get ready to run.’

Me: ‘Run! We’re not running…we’re not scared.’

Glammy friend: ‘It’s annoying how we can’t just say what we want to people like that!’

Me: ‘Is he following us, though?’

Glammy friend: ‘Well if all else fails, at least you’ll have him as an option.

Me: ‘As if! I’m destined to be the lonely cat lady.’

Glammy friend: ‘You can have a cat and not be weird.’

Me: ‘The lonely cat lady doesn’t have A cat, she has 100 CATS. That’s the problem!’

Glammy friend: ‘Do you have a cat?’

‘Me: ‘No.’

(Got to our cars!)

‘See ya tomorrow!! Byee.’

Life is still great. Lots going on, but i’m enjoying balance. Work with calm. You can’t enjoy life without both.

Since writing my ‘Sex in the City The Movie’ blog, I’ve totally got invited to NYC to do dinner that Chris Noth’s restuarant ‘Da Marino’ via the other owner Craig, which is really sweet! If you don’t think you know who Chris Noth is, YOU DO, it’s ‘Big’…yes ‘BIG’ from well…’Sex in the City.’ Amazing right.

‘London Business Man’ has also messaged me to ask girl advice, which i like as it’s great that people can come to me for chick advice after all sorts and everything. I have good friendships links with people and it was good to see him in a more vunerable light. Don’t get it twisted, I don’t fancy ‘London Business Guy’ as i 100 percent fancy someone else. And when i fancy someone i have a one track mind. But we have a decent friendship…and i like that.

Guys aren’t always as confident as they seem are they? Neither are girls, but we voice it. Lol. I think he just needed reassurance from Ā chick friend (moi) that all was well in his world…He didn’t actually need advice, he just needed a being to ‘let it all out’ to. I’m good at being that person. But he’s happy and that makes me feel good. I verbally drop kicked him back on his own path of happiness, so he can merrily wine and dine the girl of his desire with a little bit more confidence.

I think today my chick friends and I decided we had nothing to look foward to so we had to think of 17 adventurous things to do and complete before 2017. (I actually have lots to look forward too… HAHAH.) But, i’ll join in. i like adventure. I can’t think of anything on the spot as i’ve done so much in life to this point that a rest feels good. šŸ™‚ Yet, I haven’t been on a romantic row boat session in the sunshine ever…so i want to do that. It doesn’t even have to be romantic. Just on a row boat, in the sunshine. I can’t really row a boat? How hard can it be? Lol.

I’m still waiting to get swept off my feet. I want to fall in love with the man of my dreams and life happily ever after. I’m never afraid to say that as like i said, even though i’m a diva, i’m a love bunny and expression is what I stand for. Whats so bad with admitting you adore the art of love. It’s sexy

When that happens Ā i’ll feel like i’ll have everything, as when i’m in love, i’m alive. But you don’t just want to settle for whatever The guy has to be my Mr.Right and i have to be his ‘Perfect Girl.’ Otherwise it just wouldn’t work.

Everything else is great..I hope your world is great too!

Love you longtime,






Leeds Lifestyle Awards with Made in Leeds!


So for the first time ever the British Lifestyle Awards is going to be held on Northern soil and the city of their choice (as it’s always held in London) is LEEDS!!! Hurrah!

I’m a deliciously gigantic fan of Leeds, being West Yorkshire based and utterly Northern through soul. It’s the closest big city to my friends and I and I can literally be found prancing around in any Leeds cocktail bar or hotel suite quite frequently. I love it. It’s an exciting city filled with glitz. Great by day. Dazzling by night. Lots of fun…ALWAYS!

Sooooooooo you can imagine how excited I am that the Lifestyle Awards are coming to Leeds this October to celebrate the best of the best that the city has to offer, be it business, pleasure or legends, with trophies, red carpets, camera crews and everything.

It’s a big deal as we’ve wiggled our way onto the map and well it’s an even BIGGER DEAL because I have the greatest honour of being part of it all! (I know!! As if!)

Where there’s a lifestyle, there is a Wunna blog, so i cannot wait to cover the event, be part of the fun, celebrate the city and blog all the secrets, good times and ‘ooh laa.’

I’m feeling really really lucky!


It’s going to be a phenomenal star studded event, close to my little kitten heart and well i’m even happier to tell you that the entire awards is set to be BROADCAST LIVE on ‘MADE IN LEEDS.’ Meaning you all get to part of the action.

Here, read this:

‘Following the huge success inĀ London and Bristol,Ā this October will see MADE IN LEEDS presentĀ the first Leeds Lifestyle Awards – aĀ celebration ofĀ the best of the best lifestyle businesses inĀ our great city.

Ā The public nominateĀ and then voteĀ for their favourite businessesĀ and the entire red-carpet gala event will be broadcast LIVE on MADE IN LEEDS.

Nominations are now closed and we’ll be announcing the results shortly for the final round of votingĀ in each categoryĀ voting for Leeds’Ā favouriteĀ businesses will begin!’

It’s all very glammy and all very exciting and where’s there’s glammy excitement and anything ‘Made in Leeds’ there’s moi!Ā 

‘The Leeds Lifestyle Awards will recognise those who have put their influential stamp on the city and who have made it become such an exciting place to be.’

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So it’s definitely something to look forward to. I couldn’t be more honoured to be part of the kitty action. I have lifestyle blogged from many a hotel room in the city itself! šŸ˜‰ I laughed, danced and cried in the city. Loved, lived had my heart broken and clinked cocktail glasses with my girl and guy friends in this city!

I’m so excited and you should be too!

I even caught up with the delicious gang at The Leeds Lifestyle Awards, with a ‘Made in Leeds’ wink and said my piece on why I think Leeds was the perfect choice for the British Lifestyle Awards!

Check it out below:


Imma a Diva, Love & Sass!


Life is dipped in fabulousity right now. I’m feeling on top form and sassy. I’m whizzed in a deliciousness and ‘Wazzoood’ in delight. I’m feeling all independent and like Wunna statues should be built of me in places that the masses just go ahead and worships, after consuming edible, glitter sausage rollsĀ šŸ˜‰

I don’t know what’s happened, but i’ve gotten really busy and I’m GREAT when i’m busy because once you find yourself with a down pour of stuff to do and conquer with a wink, you become more organized and certainly dynamic. I am THAT right now. I’m batting it right out the ball park…in heels. I’m plate spinning and doing it with ease! Hold onto your clutches…the rest of year the goes well.

Work was great today. Again, told you, i’m feeling on top form. I’m around great people. I’m feeling powerful and productive, which always makes any girl that little bit sexier. I’m not dull with it though, I hate it when people are ‘dull with it,’ i’m fun and that is something that I just can’t help.Ā It runs through my sassy system…like the meander of pina colada. *Conga line here.*

Today i learnt that teenage boys are bizarre creatures, I strutted out the office today and had to power totter through a bunch of teens , kicking a ball against historical features, who insisted on whistling and telling me to ‘shake my ass,’ via the fine art of choir. Yes, they sang it at me, repeatedly. If i actually did they would DIE. My bums old enough to be their Mother. Yet all that doesn’t bother me. They’re young, annoying and having fun. The only part i actually noticed, was the part where in which one teen guy on a bicycle, pulled up to the side of me, before i slipped into the alley to my car (as his friends did the naughty shoutouts) and all blushy and shy, filled with politeness and quietness, smiled and whispered ‘sorry.’ In that moment he made the world right.

Then i had the most awesome drive home to Ricky Martin and an appointment with a glass of wine. (This was after i was forced to make what felt like 100 portions of scrambled eggs for my loin fruit, in a pinstriped shirt.)

I don’t have anything else to say really other than, why are people and that sometimes includes myself so guarded when it comes to love? You get nothing out of life if you don’t go for it. Dipping your toe in the pool is still dull. Jumping off the cliff into the ocean into a safe and delicious sea of the unknown, with FAITH is how we should go about living.

I 10 percent have my guard up (but let’s face it, like the best of us, that’s just classed as smart, as we’ve all had ‘MUG’ glitter stamped on our forehead before. I CERTAINLY have. But i’m not a grudge holder. I’m good with Cupid…so i’ll give him another shot. Lol.) I do try and play it cool, but i always end up just being expressive, and ‘cool’ goes out the window. What you see, is unfortunately what you get! Haha. And i don’t even mean it in a ‘i’m so real’ sense. I mean it in an ‘it is the best thing and worst thing’ about me sense. And obviously i think it’s greatness, a good quality…even though i can be a little harsh at times…but I’m on the whole just a love bunny.

I do think guys should be more ballsy though. I always expect a guy to do the chasing. That’s romantic and manly of them. And even though i’n quite independant, it’s the chasey ones that get me every time. I like it because i’m not used to it. They may ‘like’ a photo, (and i’m flatteed by that) but they get more terrified if anything and i have no clue why?

I’m into a ‘go for it’ attitude.

It’s far sexier than twiddling ya thumbs, on the fence with a Digestive.









Love, Hope & Chick Flick Weep festivals!!??!


Wow! Remind me that this is what i DON’T do.

You do not be a thirty five year old, ageing singleton, with divorces and a *flashback* load of Mr.Not Right’s who in the past you thought were going to be total ‘Right’s’and watch ‘SEX IN THE CITY THE MOVIE’ on your own.

Oh my GOD! Ordered takeout. Was happy as can be. In fact, I was brimming over with a cosy bubble of life and excitement. I plonk the movie on, thinking ‘ah yeah’ a nice little bit of girly and got lost in the initial magic of Dior, love, sassy power chicks and movie men who ‘she wanted a walk in closet, so he built her one.’ I got lost in the written word of the movie. I love that! You KNOW how much i love words.

Then ZIP….all lines cut!

I forgot how upsetting it all gets, when Mr.Big freaks out for second and jilts the girl of his dreams at the altar, humiliates her, makes her blind fall all the way down to rock bottom andĀ *Waaaaaaaa,* my heart fell out of my little Asian chest and I burst into tears! HAHAHA.

And in thatĀ , i felt every second of it. It reminded me of how hard my love life has always been. That i may never find a Prince who adores the way he says he does…and just all sorts. Like Carrie Bradshaw. I PANICKED. It was a hilarious moment of utter PANIC.

Then Ruby saved the day by sauntering downstairs stating that she couldn’t sleep because she was too ‘hot and bothered.’ Those moments, when you’re a mum save the day, as i immediately drew on the biggest Mummy smile, made like no tears had occurred and comforted her.

However, I haven’t raised her to be so stupid and she looked me in the eye, after watching a bit of Sex in the City, theĀ postĀ ‘wedding jilt’ part and said, ‘Mum…you know how you don’t have a Prince, and she doesn’t have a Prince. Will i have Prince, if i want one, when i get older? Why have you been crying?’

‘I haven’t. And yes. Y’see, you are the luckiest and most amazing girl in the entire world, so one day, when you grow up, you’ll love a boy and he’ll love you right back, just the way you want him too and he’ll be your Prince.’

She smiled at me…kissed me on the cheek, told me she was ‘tired now’ and going back up to bed.

As see walked out the living room door…she looked back, AT FIVE YEARS OF AGE and said,

‘Mum…you’ll find your Prince. I love you.’

I just did that Mummy smiley thing at her…and as soon as i knew that she was all the way up and in bed, AGAIN, i filled up and starting Princess crying!!! HAHAHAH.

What is wrong with me? Lol. Why am I so emotional? I guess, there are times in life, that we bottle things up and when we do we get busy and forget to just release them.

So, I had a big old weep. Well it was a sad little weep, not a hysterical one, I’m not that bad. Don’t worry. I didn’t even feel that sad, I just needed to have a girl cry. Lol. It kinda made me feel all tough and happy really! It gave me my sass back.

Then I forced myself to STAY UP simply to watch the happy ending, because I KNEW that there was a Happy ending and that happy ending would put my heart at ease. Lol.

Luckily, i didn’t have to get that far before i perked up (Thank God) as, as soon as Carrie Bradshaw, pulled herself together, became her own hero and got on with it, before the ‘being with her Prince’ happy ending was even nearly in sight…I was on safe ground again and chipper! Phewf!

A little bit of love, hope, friendship, family and good times makes your soul better.

It kind mad me feel like a really good human. Like i’m a shitty one. A two bit gal, who doesn’t put her heart and soul into everything that she adores, be it work, love, family, anything and i love that about me. Yeah, there are times through life where i’ve gotten stung hundreds of times, yet number of times that i’ve just bounced right back, dusted myself off, slipped my heels back on and slowly stepped forward with an open heart and my best strut forward has been all that has mattered.

I have a lot of time for people, I have a diva in me, yet i’m a love bunny.

I’m sure that makes me awesome.

So no matter what you’re going through in your situation, be you happy, sad, married, single…whatever you may be…know that you’re lucky. Embrace it, go with it, enjoy it, treasure it. If you have not yet managed to snag yourself a dreamboat ladies, or your ‘beautiful perfect’ gents, know that things change every single second of each day and a simple decision, or infact no decision at all, just fate, makes paths cross and just right around that corner will be something utterly special waiting for you right on cue…He’ll not only find you, but come get you.

Love keeps us all together. I pinky promise.






Jeans, Weirdos, Lunch & Fatty Bum Bums

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Sunday! Sunday!

Today I couldn’t fit into any of my jeans comfortably and as you know, for any girl… this is obviously the end of the world. I couldn’t even fit into my comfy skinny jeans…which means i’m just ‘jeans’ and not ‘skinny.’ *DEVASTATION.*

Then I got over it. (Whocares, i’m not that shabby on the eyes surely. Just a little wibbly right now. I still goddit. I do! I do!)

I mean GOD, if i was in LA they would be forcing me to ‘put that taco down.’ Yet luckily, right now i’m in Yorkshire and in Yorkshire, the words of advice I got (from my good friend Danielle’s Mum) was that it was the ‘weekend lass’ and well basically, in Yorkshire NO ONE diets on the weekend. It’s like a ritual. Some go to church, we have a kebab.

So, I met up with My Mama and we lunched. We adore lunching with each other. (My Dad was there too.) I figured a bit of a drink and a taco fest wouldn’t kill me and because i ate and drank it all with a smile on my face and my fingers crossed behind my back, it’ll all just go onto my boobs, or booty…and since i don’t have a booty…that was a positive.

See how great I am at positive energy. šŸ˜‰

My Mum, Dad and I gossiped about guys and my love life and then i had to leave as I was to spend a couple of the next hours having to salsa dance in giant diamante heels for a bit of ‘look at me.’ I can’t really salsa dance, but i’m a nifty little mover and I can look like i’m good. šŸ™‚ Ā (I totally once won a ‘dance off’ by doing ‘The Robot’ and who knew that I could even do ‘The Robot??’ Not me. Lol.Winning at life always.)

Therefore now my body and I are even.

I’m home. I’m chilling. I have loads of washing a spinning and i’m gonna watch a bit of telly, in my joggers. (Which feel all comfy like a Size 40 ‘Bridget Jones’ kinda comfy. It’s bliss.)

I’m back at work tomorrow. I’m resting as the weekend has just flown by, hasn’t it! They kinda used to draaaag. But now, It’s Sunday evening and POW, your alarms set for a six o clock in the morning, wake up *bleep.*

Everything in life is pretty great. I’m feeling fulfilled. I’m not really talking about my love life right now as…well…i’m enjoying what’s going on and hoping for the best, and as you know, i am never lucky in love.

My ace neighbours had one of those BBq’s that get accidentally late night fun last night and i could hear them singing out loud, smashing things and giggling, as the air filled with that smell of coal cooked meat. It was great because they were living and i adore the sound of life and living. Things like that don’t bother me in the slightest.

HOWEVER, I did notice that my high strung, evil neighbours ‘DIDN’T ONCE’ get out of bed, waddle over and shout at THEM. I mean, if i had thrown that BBQ, let alone that, IF I had even spoken louder than what she believes is necessary… he would’ve plonked his wife in a rusty wheelbarrow, straight out the shower, if he had to and pushed her over to give me a proper good ‘dirty mouthed’ earful. She always makes me laugh because her idiocy humours me. I can never take her seriously. It’s just her outfits. They make me internally smile. One day she will refrain from being a hot headed piggly wiggly. But just not today. I should definitely go mow the lawn in booty shorts and a bikini top just to make her life more amazing.

Right, i’m off to chill and get my clothes out the washer.

Kisses, Love you,







Those few extra inches…


Girl maintenance COMPLETE!

Oh my GOSH! Nothing feels better than finally getting your weave did and your nails done, your tan baked and your life in tune once more, when you’re a girl! I’ve had this grown out baggy weave in for ages now, as I haven’t found the time to just go get it seen to. It’s like a pet. šŸ™‚ You need to nurture it.

I woke up this morning. Made every human on the planet eggs and then still in a half sleep haze, after a couple of whatsapp messages, I sort of suddenly WOKE UP and found myself in a salon chair, with a purple robe around me and with the most amazing weave specialist (I go to ‘Talking Heads’ in Doncaster) clipping up an sewing in thickness and length into my hair! BLISS! And it’s awesome as i can just strut in and they’ll immediately KNOW what i’m going to want without me saying. So she plonked me down, as I selfied and she simply said, you’re wanting length, extra doubled up rows and thickness, right?

I think i just asked for a latte and nodded and let her do her thang. But it is amazing what a few extra inches and thickness can do. šŸ˜‰ I FEEL GRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEAT!

I’m just a girl who enjoy’s girl maintenance so much that it’s kinda an essential part of my life..lol and i don’t think there’s anything with that. I enjoy to keep up appearances, try to look my best and doll up. It’s fun! And it was nice to see that i wasn’t on my own, as that place was filled with women and girls of all ages, all walks of life…literally all types, who were spending their time enjoying ‘girl maintenance.’ It’s sort of like when guys go to the gym and lift heavy things and then watch football and maybe tamper on a computerized game. That’s their ‘guy time.’ Girl time, for me, is in the salon with a glam squad.

Then after a card insert and a 4 digit pin press, i was off to the nail bar to get my kitty hands tinkered with.Ā Nothing is worse than grotty nails. My nails are now divine. When i was sat there at the hand dryer thingy, a middle aged lady sat next to me, asked what colour i had chosen, so she could get hers the same. I like that! We had good chick banter. I kinda only went for ‘funny bunny’ which is a light pearly white. It kinda looks like the colour of dripped white candle wax, but with a shimmer, as we all know i fancy a bit f glitz. It looks like pearls and I adore it.

Hair thickened, extra inches complete. Pearly fingers, tan and smile. Sorted!

What more could a glamour puss need!

Oh yeah…LOVE. šŸ™‚ HAHAHA.

Anyway, this was only a tiny catch up, as i’ve just got home and i’m chilling.

I think girls, like guys, NEED those moments of ‘glam up’ or ‘man cave.’ It keeps us balanced, doesn’t it…and keeps that wink in our wiggle and their strut a giant stride.

Okay, I’m off now.

Happy weekend. x

Feedback, Cocktails & Leeds

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‘Did you just say feedback?’

‘No!!! I said, that people are surprised that i’m so small, as i’m only five ‘ft four when they meet me. What do you mean feedback?’

‘Like when you’re on dates.’

‘Well, when i’ve been on dates before, they expect me to be six foot tall for some reason??’

‘So you didn’t say feedback?’

‘Noooo. I don’t ask for flipping DATE FEEDBACK! Lol. I hardly ever go on dates and when i do, i certainly don’t leave them a fricking photocopied sheet on the side with a feedback survey attached to it!!!’

HAHAHAHAHA. Life was hilarious today!

Then i went and forgot how old I was! (A friend that i know, of the same age did this also, in a pub.)

‘Am i thirty five?’

‘No, you’re thirty four.’

‘I’m not! I’m thirty five. I must be, i’m born in 1980???’

‘Wait, that means you’re thirty five in December???’

‘No it doesn’t. I think i’m thirty four, no i mean thirty five right now and thirty six in December?’

‘Yeah…that sounds about right!’

Living proof that when you get to thirty two your age just meshes into a conundrum of ‘thirty something’ and you no longer count years, until you’re about 38 and because you’re almost at 40 and people will buy you drinks! God, i’m old. *Weeps*

Anyway, It’s Friiiday! So well done to getting to the end of your week, be it work, pleasure or just plain old life. Have a mai tai on me. Or don’t. Whocares. I could’ve gone and cocktailed in Leeds tonight, but i couldn’t and being the kitty Queen of cocktailing, you know how devastating that IS for me. *Add a devastation face here.*

Nothing would be better than swanning around in sequins, with a glitzy whiskey sour in my hand right now. Yet Leeds, will have to wait. ‘Ginger Belle’ (i’ll call her) totally tried to persuade me, via tantruming with a ‘do it now’ and on the voice of ‘no’ she stormed back up the stairs in a comedy huffy play mood.

‘I would’ve if you told me ahead of time.’

‘You have THREE HOURS.’

(She’s like a Dominatrix.)

Anyway, i chose to settle the score by acting out the reason why i was unable to Leeds cocktail with her, outside the glass of her office wall window. (It’s a giant window of wall.) I mimed the art of having a baby and then imaginary rocked them…which is odd in pinstripes and odd on any level really. I need therapy. Lol

But yes, Leeds is my favourite…so i’ do drinks with ‘Ginger Belle’ some other Friday.(Then she did the worst and added me into a Facebook group. Hahaha. EVIL! And even worse, I had to deal with my other friend (the one that thought a tree decided whether a lemon was going to be a green ‘completely different fruit’ lime or yellow and got the terms albino mixed up with alpaca)Ā being able to spell, within a group chat atmosphere. Lol.)

Life is ACE.

I’m swirling around in a a lovely lustful magic of opportunity right now. I’m doing really well and loving every minute of it.

Work, career, love, family all of it is brewing nicely. The Wunna family is totally the bomb diggy right now.

I’m looking forward to getting my hair did tomorrow and to sorting out my Made in Leeds stuffs!

Big kisses. Giant winks.

Chrissie x




Miss Kitty is Back

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Okay, i’ve had my ramble and i’ve quit being dull. I’m back on mode and feeling glitzy, kitten esque and filled with a cocktail fizz. Life is great right now. All seems balanced, opportunity is heavily a knocking and my normal work life, with colleagues is the literally the most rewarding thing ever.

I’m feeling fun. I’m feeling cheeky. I’m feeling free and i’m feeling ALIVE. The suns out, i’m having a couple drinks to celebrate Summer. (Any excuse.) And my chick friend and I certainly didn’t judge the people who chose to do a hardcore Wednesday Karaoke booze up, as we strutted past, after working all day, pretending that the blue shirt guy wasn’t showing us his Yorkshire belly. It was like they were having a really loud ‘Saturday night’ out…yet in the afternoon…on a Wednesday? Lol. I’m not one to judge, as they looked as happy as can be…and filled with ale. Lol.. Yet we thoroughly enjoyed strutting passed them, in my little pencil dress and my Disney ‘like your hair today Chrissie’ do, as my ginger friend slid her ‘sunnies’ on and sexily, disapproving smiled out the corner of her eye, as she power dressed forward. In that moment…we had lives. Good ones. Lol. (The Devil does have a rum waiting for me in hell when i arrive. But we’re mates, so he’d let me tinker up to ‘The Pearlies’ if i got bored of dark rum cocktails. šŸ™‚ Ā Plus, the first thing i’m gonna do is wallop him with a stiletto for gifting me with decades of a rubbish love life. It’ll make him smile, then i’ll be super delightful to Ā him, which will totally and utterly kill him, as kindness is not his thing and then i’ll run Hell. *Pimps.* (As in ‘easy peasy’ and not as in selling women.) I mean, all you have to do to run it, is be a douche all the time! How hard can that be?? šŸ˜‰ I’ve got ‘douche’ down.

*She puts the Desperado down.* Lol

Stuff is great. Everything’s great. I’m really really excited to be part of The British Lifestyle Awards, in Leeds…well i should say the Leeds Lifestyle Awards. It’s right up my street and filled with glamour, heels, cocktails and trophies. It’s being televised by ‘Made in Leeds’ which I am ofcourse a massive fan of and i can’t wait to have my little meeting with them. Everything’s all a glitz. It’s fun. It’s ignited my inner playful and quit me from being dull.

That’s all I have to say really, other than the fact that in life miracles happen and if you work really hard to achieve the thing you want…no matter whether it’s love, life work or play…you’ll get there. The more you do something the better you get at it. Provided you’re trying your best to develop.

And i know that you all believe that also, as the other day I posted one of those ‘quote image’ things on my Facebook wall that read ‘No one is sent to anyone by accident’ and loads of you liked it and you liked it because you believed in fate and magic. It’s sexy.

I’m looking forward to getting my hair and nails done on Saturday. It’s going to feel like utter bliss, as when you’re Ā busy gal, those moments of femme make you feel all ‘worth it again. Lol.

Love you all lots.

Thank you for following my rather tragic existence. šŸ˜‰

*Blows you a kiss*