Friday, 29 August 2014

Rainbow unicorn sprinkle birthday cake



I don't mean to brag but my family are awesome. 

For the first time ever I spent my birthday away from my family, which meant I also spent my birthday away from cake. When I arrived home an incredible birthday cake was waiting for me. It was all Tom's idea and my Mum played chef. 

It's a four layered cake, with different coloured sponges, a unicorn painted on the icing and sprinkles. 

I really don't think I can say much more about this. Look at it, IT'S A UNICORN CAKE! 

That's it really, I just wanted to brag about my birthday cake. 

Thursday, 28 August 2014

Times you felt grown up and were proven wrong.

One time I did not feel grown up - my sister and me with Mickey Mouse. I totally don't still wear those ears when I want to feel special...

I heard an interesting programme on Radio Four (aren't I sophisticated / old?) a few weeks ago where the host was asking the audience when they first felt grown up. 

There have been a few times in my life where I've felt grown-up only to be proven wrong shortly after. I'm not sure I will ever feel 'grown-up', responsible perhaps but probably not grown-up. 

When I wore my Nans shoes
When I was about three or four I decided to wear some of my Nan's shoes that I thought were amazing. They had a small heel on them and I decided to try them out.

I felt all grown up and in my infinite wisdom I decided to go downstairs to show my Mum and my Nan and fell down the last few stairs. 

Multi-coloured pens
This was actually mentioned in the programme and I agree with it. When I was about seven I had one of those pens with different colours in and you click down the colour you want. That made me feel grown-up. 

I also felt grown up when I was first allowed to write with a pen instead of a pencil. I did not feel grown up when my pen leaked all over my hand and books because I'd been chewing it. 

When I drank Bailey's at a pool bar
This is my favourite example. When I was 15 we went on holiday to Lanzarote and they had a pool bar. 

Wednesday, 27 August 2014

15 stages of applying makeup when you own a cat

Of course the furry beast wouldn't stay still long enough for me to take a photo of him interrupting my makeup putting-on.

My cat is a loveable creature but he doesn't half make getting ready in the morning a challenge. 

Sometimes it feels a little bit like trying to apply makeup while on Takeshi's Castle. 
  1. Put moisturiser on - no cat around. 
  2. Open eye shadow palette and begin swirling brush - cat appears from no where. 
  3. Begin applying eyeshadow - cat starts head butting your arm and you try to keep your cool. 
  4. Decide liquid eye-liner is out of the question as your fur baby is still head butting you in the arm relentlessly. 
  5. Get mascara out - cat begins walking backwards and forwards in front of you. 
  6. Start applying mascara - have to move cats tail out of your face repeatedly so you can see and stop it getting on your mascara wand. 
  7. Begin applying foundation - cat begins head butting again and you accidentally poke yourself in the eye with your brush.
  8. Decide to try and ignore kitty and stand your ground while applying foundation - cat tries to bite you. 
  9. Shout at cat and it runs off in a sulk. 
  10. Breathe a sigh of relief because you can finish your makeup in peace. So you think. 
  11. Cat reappears with a vengeance and sits down in an awkward place so you have to reach around the cat to get bronzer and blusher out. 
  12. Begin applying bronzer and cat starts sniffing and trying to lick your hand - no chance you're letting it lick you, who knows which animal it ate last. 
  13. Start applying blusher and cat sits right in front of you so you can't see the mirror. 
  14. Finish your makeup and cat decides to go outside. 
  15. Swear under your breath. 
Does any other cat owners go through a similar thing when getting ready?

Tuesday, 26 August 2014

I found the world's best pizza, in Germany

I was going to include this in my Belgian Grand Prix post but my goodness does this deserve it's own post. 

You would think I would find the world's best pizza in Italy since it's an Italian dish, but no. In Aachen, Germany, I found the best pizza in the world. I haven't visited every country in the world but in my 22 years I've eaten a lot of pizza and this blew all the others out the water so I'm confident in telling you, this is the best pizza ever. 

A few doors up from our hotel was a pub called Im Alten Zollhaus. It looked quite modern on the outside but once you get in through the doors it was like walking back in time. 

I don't know if it's what a traditional German pub looks like because we didn't go in any others - after four mouthfuls we decided we were going to eat in that pub all week. But it felt like it should be a traditional German pub. 

Wednesday, 20 August 2014

Five day blogging break

Hello lovely readers, 

By the time this post goes live I will be on my way to the channel tunnel (I'm scared) to go to the Belgian Grand Prix, so I will be taking a few days out of posting. 

I considered scheduling something or getting guest posts but I won't have a chance to tweet or respond to comments so it seemed pointless. 

I'm so excited to be going to Belgian, I've wanted to go to Spa-Francorchamps for years and I'm pretty excited that I'm going to be spending my birthday there. Though that does mean my family won't be there and there'll be no cake *sad face*. 

I'll be back late Monday 25th so blogging will start up the next day - don't worry I have something scheduled, not that I can possibly sleep-in anyway as I'm back at work on Tuesday. Joy. 

Enjoy your summer bank holiday UK peoples! 

Speak soon, 
Rosie 

Tuesday, 19 August 2014

6 ridiculous reactions to Taylor Swift's Shake It Off


Yesterday Taylor Swift released her new single Shake It Off and ridiculous comments ensued. 

During a Yahoo live stream Swift revealed her new single and new album (called 1989) details and confirmed that it will be a pop record and some people just can't handle that. 

I scoured the internet to sum up the reactions to her new 'sound'. A lot of people love it but talking about that would be no fun, instead I'm looking at people over-reacting. 

'Zomg twerking! She's Miley Cyrus.' 
Have you ever wanted to be Miley Cyrus? The good news is you can become Miley Cyrus in the comfort of your own home, or office. All you need to do is twerk badly, approximately once, and TA-DA, you are now Miley Cyrus. 

She also did ballet, amongst other styles, in the video yet no one is saying 'OMG SHE'S TURNING INTO MARY HELEN BOWERS.'. 

'NOW FOUR YEAR OLDS WILL BE TWERKING!'
You're the parent, you have a lot of control over what your children see. Granted you can't control everything your children see but maybe you just don't show them the video? I'm sure those parents complaining are the same parents who took their little darlings to see Miley Cyrus and then complained about her lack of clothes and twerking. 

'If she wins a country award I'm moving to Canada'
Stop packing your bags - 1989 will be a pop album (inspired by 80s pop - I can't wait) so I doubt she'll be picking up any country awards. 

Anyway, what's wrong with Canada? I'd love to go to Canada. 

'Make it stop!'
See that little 'x' button in the corner of your screen there? Yep, that one. Better?

'RIP Taylor Swift' 
Shake It Off has gone to number one in some countries literally over night. I don't think we need to say any more here. 

'Did she run out of ex-boyfriends to talk about?'
Probably not, I mean she has got a new album coming out. 

What do you think about Shake It Off? Personally I love it and I'ma be dancing to it all day, even at work. 




Monday, 18 August 2014

Burial Rites - Hannah Kent | Book review

Burial Rites - Hannah Kent

Some spoilers

Title: Burial Rites
Author: Hannah Kent
Pages: 314 pages
Genres: Historical fiction, mystery

Description from Goodreads: 'Set against Iceland's stark landscape, Hannah Kent brings to vivid life the story of Agnes, who, charged with the brutal murder of her former master, is sent to an isolated farm to await execution. 

Horrified at the prospect of housing a convicted murderer, the family at first avoids Agnes. Only Tóti, a priest Agnes has mysteriously chosen to be her spiritual guardian, seeks to understand her. But as Agnes's death looms, the farmer's wife and their daughters learn there is another side to the sensational story they've heard.'


Burial Rites has been on my radar for a long time and after seeing the cover in Waterstones a couple of months back I had to have it. It's so pretty! 
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