On Friday 6 weeks ago Manny went out and never came back.
She is a rescue and just your average grey tabby with yellowy pale green eyes and beautiful black paws.
I am heart broken that my tiny cat has run away or been injured or worse killed.
I can’t tell you how much I am lost without her. She is my fur baby and I have had her for 10 years. I m hoping she will be at home curled up in the bed giving me a bored expression. Or better cry and run at me!
I thought it might be cathartic to tell you about how I came to own a beautiful cat like Manhattan.
I used to work in Jigsaw so long ago. I worked in many of the stores, some of which aren’t there anymore but the Islington one is and that was my main shop.
I was the assistant manager ther and my friend and colleague Marianna went out for a cigarette, next to the vets. Mariana lives animals she ran in off her break and said( I should warn you she is quite dramatic)
Dana I have seen the most beautiful cat and I want him!
She then described a man walking into the vets with a cage full of cats and kittens. So I told her that if they are bringing them in like that to the vets then they are likely to be destroyed so if she wants him she should ask.
Killing the cats
She ran back into the shop screaming they are going to kill the cats.
They had already destroyed one.
But we saved the rest. I told the vets that however many they had left I would take them home.
I took home Inca and Manhattan. They thought manny was the mum even though she couldn’t be much older than 2.
She was scared, malnourished and hissy. Then will time and love she turned into the sweetest cat. Friendly affectionate. She acted like a puppy always following us around the house.
I can’t tell you how guilty I feel and how much I miss her little face. That little cat has comforted me so much in my life and never asked for a lot in return. If you pet as ever gone missing you know how painful it is.
I just want her back.
This is what makes me sad. Not knowing. I hope she is happy and healthy.
I think by know you know how much I love food.
I will try anything twice, I say twice because you should always try something.
Just because you don’t like it one way doesn’t mean you wont like it another.
I always try tofu, why
I don’t know. Its gross. I have tried it fried, in soups. I will always try it
but I just can get my head around it. Sorry, its just not worth the calories.
Lie no more
I love my bed. I used
to lie in till 10-11 most Sundays. That was until we got frank. Who is happy to
sleep in too but only if its near to you and he snores. So every weekend I am
normally up at 7-8am which is completely unlike me. I love my bed. Its huge and
high and my bedding is mostly from Jigsaw because they do the best linens.
My future Husband
Gav loves how simple
it is to please me. He doesn’t bring me flowers home. He brings me La Duree macarons,
blocks of cheese, Chinese buns, Portuguese custard tarts, BBQ Dreams noodle
salad, tea stained eggs. We love food. We love eating out and he loves me to
cook for him. I cooked a chicken aubergine curry the other night with baked cauliflower
and he loved it. Said was the best aubergine he had ever had. As he hates
aubergine. Now I have to make him eat courgettes again because they are my
He knows that although
I have my eye on a few designer bags that actually what I really want is an
amazing backpack. That is smart enough, but also if I want to run home with it
is fits me well and doesn’t open or jiggle about too much. Gavin likes to
He loves to torture me constantly in fact, this means that we end up laughing all the time. Not chuckling but belly laughing. He can also be very sweet and sensitive when he needs to be.
The fur babies
Manhattan was a rescue cat, she is the sweetest most loving cat anyone would want. Unfortunately she disappeared and I still can’t really talk about it.
She has got me through a lot in life and has been with me for 10 years which puts her age at 12 ish the vets didn’t know. Hopefully she will come back.
Frank was also a rescue. He didn’t come from a bad home but he does have some behaviour issues. We think something may of happened to him when he was a pup. He is joyful and sweet and completes us as a family.
Just the four of us is pretty perfect!
Honesty and kindness
I sound like a sap, I know but being good and kind is all that matters. People smiling makes you smile so why wouldn’t you want to perpetuate that!
Nights in Nights out
am not much of a social bunny.i live my friends but I don’t need to make more. Making time for you friends is so important. I do love going out but we generally tend to go for a nice meal then cocktails! We do dress up but we are not clubbing people.
I left my dancing shoes after university. I did go out a bit in Edinburgh but most of the time we just went down to the local which always closed when we were ready to leave!
But I always loved going home to my bed!
Home and Garden
I am a home bunny. I love going home from work. I love my nights, get home walk the dog, make dinner, eat watch Netflix. Talk about the wedding, I put on YouTube, Gav plays some games online. Wash my face and do my skincare and head to bed!
Although at the moment there is a lot more writing and photography involved.
Rinse, repeat and love it.
Me walking home has ended up with us meeting for a quick pint before we head home and then planning the weekend!
Oh how I love to plan. My bullet journal is my life. I have mentioned it before so I won’t keep harping in about it!
I love watching films! There is something very satisfying about being transported into a different time and place! I love transformation films.
When Calamity Jane gets a makeover as well as her cabin to the sound of ” a women’s touch” I love it. Even the feminist in me doesn’t care so much about the meaning of the song but Calamity Jane was the ultimate feminist not that this is what this film was about.
I live a makeover in a film.
If you asked me if I liked musicals I would say no, not really my cup of tea, but I do love them.
Guys and dolls
Fiddler on the roof
Half a sixpence
My fair lady
I loved them when I was younger, I guess it’s just the next step in Disney movies!
I loved Calamity so much because she was fiesty and a story teller. She was happy being lonely with her crush on Lieutenant Dan. And then she makes a mistake which turns into a friendship and the man who loves her finally steps forward and tell her he loves her.
He always did.
I am a big romantic.
I love love
I think it is completely precious and rare. So when you find it you need to either be good to it or let it go.
Movies about love are always just the beginning never the end. The beginning is the magical bit. The rest is the work and making it work part. Which has it magical moments thrown in.
I am lucky. All my closest friends have really amazing partners who I like, love and respect. We are a lucky group!
I even though I really love love and romance I do think it’s a private thing. Grand gestures mean nothing to me.
Grand gestures are all show and no work. They are a bandaid on an amputation. If you need to do a grand gesture then there is a massive fault in your relationship.
This was supposed to be about my favourite film and it turned into a rant about love!
I found this blogger on Instagram. Her pictures where insane. It turns out I am definitely more of a boho vintage interior designer than Scandinavian. I love her use of colour and prints and she intern introduced me to some other accounts that are obsessed with plants as I am.
Her blog and shop are successful and she has a book out and sells printed textiles all of which I love. She is not afraid of colour and her house and office is the stuff of dreams!
Love Anna, love her blog, bought her book and follow her on YouTube, and Instagram. Does that make me a stalker?
I just love her life ethos and how grateful she is. She is definitely a friendly writer. She writes a lot about organising and decluttering life. She has made me think about my wardrobe choices on more than one occasion.
Less is more are definitely words to live by! Considering I am a bit of a hoarder is weird that I like her so much. Perhaps she is escapism to me.
She is a planner and has some lovely posts. Her images are what made me start following her blog and I read pretty much everything that comes into my inbox.
She has a very nice organised mindset that is a little too perfect for my life even though she talks about bad days and unproductivity. Plus I can get lots of bullet journal inspiration from her photos and blogs.
Maybe the funniest YouTuber out there. Emma is like a good cup of tea, it wouldn’t be right without a biscuit. Emma is way cooler than I am but with all the blog I read I probably identify myself with her the most.
She loves food, her husband, doesn’t want or need to talk about children ( it’s nonsense that people think they can ask about your reproductive parts) I love reading her blogs they can be in-depth about fabric as they are about her personal experience.
Emma is a fashion blogger which may shock you as I am not very fashion forward but she loves clothes, has a muted palette and lives in jeans and blazers! My hero! She is also the reason I posted my first blog. She did a YouTube video on how to start it and that’s why I am here.
Was one of the first followers I had. Her blog isn’t like anyone else’s it’s more like a diary entry and sometimes I feel a little nosey when I read it.
She writes from a wounded open heart and it is easy to hear her truth in the words. I read her blog because I subscribe and her words pop up in my inbox. Sometimes I want to hold her and tell her everything is going to be alright then sometimes I was to shake her and tell her that’s not the way the world works.
Reading her blog is like listening to a younger sister talk.
I love a good blog
so I do read a few more blogs and I am happy to take your recommendations about bloggers I should follow. This would be the longest blog if I listed them all!! I love a good blog. I like that I can read them on my phone and screenshot photos and words of wisdom I love.
This is me. A photo of me is that the same as being me or just what I would like you to see.
I scrolled through images, too fat, bad skin, massive hair, weird angle. They were all me I just chose to ignore them! Then I thought. Maybe I won’t put the perfect photos in. Maybe I will just put the photos of me when I look happy! So be prepared for frizzy hair, laughing and pulling faces!
When your food matches your hair
Me and Gavin met online. His first image of me was I thought a nice photo. It was a hot summers day and I was out in the garden. Not a bit of makeup on, looking up into the sky.
Gav hates this photo. He said it looks nothing like me. Even though he disproves of the image he still asked me out on a date so it couldn’t have been that bad.
After a while we befriended each other on Facebook and he, like me scrolled through lots of pictures of each other! He soon came to realise that I look different in most pictures. Something to do with the angles of my face.
Christmas tree shopping
I thought I would show you a range of photos to help you understand that I am not one photo. I am not one face, one body but I am me. Multi layered. Mostly happy, often hungry, loves to laugh and doesn’t need much to make me happy.
me and Becky dressing up and pulling faces. We always have fun and don’t care what other people say.
I want to look nice but I care more about having fun then I do about posing for a perfect photo.
Don’t get me wrong I still pose! I just don’t care so much! Have you seen the photos of me me trying to jump with my niece? Ha ha ha
Day 16, thoughts on education, 30 day blog challenge
I teach art to children and adults so I can talk bout education from my experience only.
I am an army brat so I went to a lot of schools, a lot. It meant that my learning was effected and my dyspraxia didn’t get picked up. I wasn’t at schools long enough for them to pick it up.
I was really lucky. I had a lot of great teachers! A lot, especially at secondary school, not so great at college but followed by wonderful teachers at University.
Teachers are key to a great education there are alway good among the bad.
I am not a teacher by profession but from the few classes I teach a week I know that teaching is hard. The kids can be so insiteful and funny or they can be difficult and obstinate just like adults. Except they are just kids.
Kids drawings of me where they can’t look at the page!
Teaching is hard on so my levels. The kids who disrupt your class often need a lot more guidance, which means the well behaved kids can get less attention even though they still need it. So I try and be fair with my time and my enthusiasm! At the end of the day they are just kids who want to be creative.
Education is so important. School or lessons ( I teach home school kids as well) are so important at any age. They are a place where kids can draw, create and discuss what ever they wish. I encourage them too.
I do agree that politics enter schools far too much. The arts are the first to be hacked to pieces which is so sad as this is a great outlet for children who aren’t so academic.
I don’t think there is enough practical teachings in school. Children should be taught about savings, bank accounts professions and the paths to get there. I know some schools do teach this, but not enough.
Bad Vs Good
I understand that education comes in different forms and that teachers in what ever shape, trained ones, ones like me or parents that teach, it’s bloody hard. Planning, prepping and inspiring is not always easy and you have to be in the right mindset.
So bad teachers do exist but they exist to different children. As in a teacher who likes your child and bonds with them may be another child’s bad teacher.
I hope I am not a bad teacher.
Education is vital throughout your life. I have said before that I would like to do my MA and there are so many things to learn in life. Mario was my last teacher (snowboarding) and he gave me so much confidence. Where I didn’t have it before.