Spuds make the world go round.

There is something rather beautiful about a potato. The variety is endless, chips, mash, new, boiled, roasted, jackets, cubed etc. the list could go on and on. Potato has forever been a huge part in my childhood. I began with eating mash when i didn't yet have any teeth to chew but just understood food enough that anything soft and fluffy was perfect for my exceedingly painful development of baby teeth. As my teeth developed i moved up in the world, onto potato smiley faces, alongside baked beans. Ah childhood memories. Potato has always been a key element of comfort in the Dee household, whether a death, money problems or bad grades in science a jacket potato would only be an hour away with cottage cheese or tuna. If you know me well enough you'd understand that i'd much rather a night in with films, a cheesy jacket potato, duvets and cuddles then going out getting wasted and not remebering anything that had happened the previous evening or wondering when i managed to loose my underwear. A quiet night in with a potato is all i need.

Christmas is just around the corner

Last day of college before the christmas break and boy am i excited about crimbo! There isn't anything i dislike about christmas, except maybe that it comes around and ends too quickly. It should be like a weekly event of christmas dinners, gifts, over crowded living rooms filled with every relative you know, christmas pud, brandy butter and a day sitting infront of the warm log fire enjoying the christmassy cheerfulness. I LOVE christmas it's my favourite time of year. Especially when it snows, it makes everything look so crisp, white and beautiful. Walking for miles just to get in supplies from the supermarket, pushing the odd car that's dared to venture out up a hill. Seeing all the owners of huge 4X4's looking so very smug as they drive past, you wearing layer upon layer of knitted jumpers and fluffy socks, them easily making their way through the snow, the only time of the year their beast of a car is finally being used for it's true purpose. Each year the same routine occurs, we wake up around 8ish, clean the house from top to bottom, lay the table squeezing in extra plates and chairs of those family members that decided last minute that yes they would infact come round for christmas day. Then my father collects his parents and brings them back to our house for around 12, all the relatives begin to arrive in drips and drabs. Bottle upon bottle of wine is opened and shloer for the non-alcholic drinkers. For an hour, before the lunch, we chat and catch up about what's been going on, general natter until the monster of a christmas lunch is ready to be served. Mother Dee doesn't hold back, turkey (obviously), broccoli, carrots, parsnip, runner beans, cauliflower, sprouts, pigs in blankets, stuffing, sweet potato, roast potato, cranberry sauce and of course lovely thick gravy. Christmas dinner in the Dee household is amazing, and nothing tops it. We have a tradition, i'm not sure when it started or why, but ever since i can remember whether you liked them or not everyone HAD to have atleast one sprout with their meal. I used to dread the moment when it was the last thing on my plate, i had avoided stabbing it with my fork and consuming the vial, green ball that i had left. However, since last christmas this tradition has spread on to any roast of any kind, so now i've grown quite a custom to the odd sprout, i had five with my roast chicken last weeked. I like to think of them as 'little baby cabbages', seems to make them yummier. After dinner and the christmas pudding, we all make our way in to the living room where me and my brother hand out everyones presents, and put them into little piles for each person. Christmas day has always been the highlight of my year, and always will be, and to end the day we each have an after eight. Of course we have turkey sandwhiches, turkey soup, and turkey stew for the next 4billion weeks but no one really cares, because our christmas is so magical.

Before christmas, right before actually, on the 24th of december is my birthday. When i was really young i used to think i was a reincarnation of jesus...don't ask. Everyone always says 'ohh no that must be awful' i don't really understand this, why must it be awful? It's smashing, christmas, my favourite time of year and my birthdays right next to it, what's not to love. I also get asked 'do you get presents for christmas AND your birthday' when i answer with yes, i get a look of disgust as if i'm some sort of spoilt brat. But if you think about it i don't get anymore than anyone else, i just get all of my presents at the same time rather than at christmas and then later on in the year. We always have family over in the morning and spend the evening in my favourite pub in the country. This year is the big 18, i'm not overly excited i don't feel any different from last year or any other year in that case, it's just another number, just another birthday.

Christmas this year will be amazing, i already know i'm going to see 'The Woman In Black' on the 28th for my birthday with the boyfriend. I'm going upto London with the family to do our yearly trip of looking round Harrods, Covent Garden and then the climax of going to the 'Winter Wonderland'. It's going to be a good Christmas!

Just a little fish in a big pond.

I'm at the stage in my life where every decision you choose to make impacts you for the rest of your life. Since i was young i dreamed of going to university, getting a degree in creative writing and being a writer for the rest of my living days. I had it all planned out, everything i wanted to achieve and have. The little cottage in the country with beams and a wood burning stove, one or two puppies to cuddle up with on the sofa in the evenings and a husband who was perfect in every way imaginable. Then i went to college and my views changed. After struggling with stress and anxiety problems the work load i was given was too much, i began to think there is no way i'd be able to cope with the work load that university brings. It was a conversation i had had with my mum that confirmed the path i wanted to follow in life. I wasn't ready to venture off into the big bad world on my own, i wasn't going to pursue the path to university anymore. I wanted and want to pursue instead, my dream of becoming  an artist. I've had a passion for art ever since i was little and asked for a sewing machine for my 5th birthday. It's in my blood to be creative, all my grandparents are artists and have been for a very long time. I love the idea of creating pieces of artwork that have real meaning behind them for you, yet have a whole other meaning for someone else. The thought of doing something i love every day for the rest of my life is beyond exciting.

The scary thoughts that were running through my mind about leaving home, being on my own and struggling at university are a blissful memory. I have a new path in life now and i'm going to follow it until i have accomplished all i want to accomplish. I still want my diddy little cottage in the country, one or two puppies and a perfect husband but now i also need an extra bedroom for my art studio and i'll be the happiest girl in the world.

Taste the rainbow!

I like to rub my feet together when im going to sleep, im the type of person that heats up my ice cream in the microwave before eating it because it's too cold straight out of the freezer, i'm scared of silly things like the dark, shadows and freezers. I hate the idea of ever living alone, having no real purpose to drag yourself out of bed for in the early hours of the morning. I guess im not much of a realist. My world revolves around eating hash browns, buttered bread and cereal bars. There's something about living in your own fantasie world that's so much more appealing then following the norm mundane routines of life. I like to believe that life is too short to dwell on petty arguments and boring people, instead taste the rainbow, have a bag of skittles, take risks on things that you've always been hesitant to do before. Go travelling, get a tattoo, get two tattoos, get the tounge piercing you've never been sure of getting i like to grab each opportunity given, you don't know when you're next going to get that chance. I like to get home from a long day and get into jammies, make a hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream, snuggle under a quilt watching the real housewives of new york city. Cool me a loser kid, i don't care! I like my creature comforts and cuddles with my mum! 

Some snippits of my thoughts! Ciao.