Happy thoughts

I apologise for the lack of posting in the last week or so, but it turned out that I needed a break. After attending the best party of the year last Friday, I caught a stomach bug and was out of commission for a few days. While lying on the sofa fighting the bug, I realised that I needed to rest and be able to prepare for Christmas without stressing myself out about it. Now that most of my gifts are made, my car has been listed for sale online and my train ticket home is purchased, I feel a lot more in control and can take the time to work on my blog. So here we go!

Tall girl's fashion // Happy thoughts

{1} Persilledusken’s English Christmas dinner – 

On Thursday I’m hosting Persilledusken’s (The sprig of parsley, my dinner club) Christmas dinner. On the menu is a typical English Christmas dinner a la Jamie Oliver, with G&Ts, turkey and all the trimmings (I’m already dreaming of the roasted potatoes!) and mince pies (which have nothing to do with minced meat and everything to do with yummy fruits and Christmas spices). I’ll give you all the details next weekend! PS: If you have any tips for tasty British trimmings, please let me know.

Tall girl's fashion // Happy thoughts

{2} Christmas hyacinth – 

Nothing says Christmas more than fresh bulbs slowly unfolding into full bloom in the days before Christmas. This pretty purple hyacinth is going to come out in the next couple of days, in perfect time for my Christmas dinner. I can’t wait to smell the gorgeous scent!

Tall girl's fashion // Happy thoughts

{3} Running like the wind (though a very weak one) – 

Despite trying to get into yoga many weeks back, I have not been inspired to work out and get my body back in shape after having been too weak to train for so many months. After recouperating from my stomach bug, I decided it finally was time to walk the walk, as opposed to just talk the talk — I needed to fight my way through the doorstep mile and go running.

While the first couple of runs were a near death experience — you can’t believe the number of steep hills there are in my new neighbourhood! — by run three I could finally glimpse some hope for the future: It no longer felt like my lungs were going to explode and my leg muscles didn’t cry out for help at the sight of yet another hill. Fingers crossed that I will be able to keep it up this time — my sore muscles actually feel surprisingly nice, like being reacquainted with a long lost friend. It’s rather painful to get out of bed in the morning, though.