This is a sponsored post. Contains gifted items.
There has been a lot going on in my life recently. Actually, there’s been a lot going on in my life for the past 2 years or so – I feel like I need my very own cliff-hanger score, like the duff-duff-duffs at the end of Eastenders. Sometimes it has felt like I’ve been stumbling from one stress to the next, with barely a moment to breathe inbetween, but through it all I’ve had one constant (well, four, if you count the animals) – my Ben. Throughout the worries, the illnesses, the tears, the raging anger, the bed-rest and rehabilitation, he’s been there for me every single step of the way, never faltering in his support of me.
I’ve always considered myself a very independent person, never relying on anyone other than myself, but just recently whilst I was signed off sick I was dealing with something particularly horrible and after spending an entire day in meltdown, I realised my heart and mind only stilled when he walked in the door. I guess this is what people mean when they say someone is their ‘rock’ – something I’ve never understood before. Having someone to call home rather than somewhere is something entirely new to me, but it’s pretty special and I will always be grateful to him for loving me.
Don’t worry, this post isn’t a schmooze-fest of love declarations – in fact, I want to talk to you about some items that I was sent for Ben, kind courtesy of Samuel Windsor.
Jacamo very kindly sent us these items free of charge in return for our thoughts. All opinions are, as always, 100% honest and our own.
Isn’t it strange how you can sometimes find yourself with a preconception of what a brand, place or event is and then find out that you had it wrong all along? Well, that’s exactly what’s happened to me, having had the opportunity to collaborate with Jacamo on this post.
When I was approached by Jacamo to ask if they could send a couple of items out for Ben to wear, I was pleased because – 1) A brand wanting to work with little ol’ me, after all this time of being off the blogging wagon and desperately wanting 2019 to be the year I get back on it, and 2) I thought it would be nice for Ben to have a little treat as he’s always so supportive of my writing and blog, and he’s been an absolute angel waiting on me hand and foot while I’m still on sofa/bed rest after surgery.
Pyjama Factory very kindly gifted me with these PJs. All opinion remain, of course, 100% honest and my own.
I know I’m not alone in feeling like this, but I just can’t relax at home whilst wearing my ‘outdoor clothes’. Whenever I walk in my front door I’m straight up those stairs to get changed into my comfy clothes – the jeans are off and the joggers are on! So, imagine my sheer delight when Pyjama Factory said they would like to send me some fresh new togs to relax in. Could this be my dream collab? Quite possibly.
This is a sponsored post.
Bladdy hell, it’s Baltic out there isn’t it? This morning began with bundling myself up in my winter coat and scarf and hiding in the car while Ben scraped thick ice off of all the windows (I could help but… y’know… got a bad leg haven’t I…)
I was very kindly gifted this dress. The opinions – and epiphany – remain 100% honest and my own.
I look different now. The person I see in the mirror, looking back at me with curious eyes, isn’t the same person I’ve seen for the majority of my life. It’s still her inside, but to the eye she’s changed. She’s bigger, with a curve to her stomach, dimples in her arms, lines on her thighs, and a wobble where before she was smooth and sculpted. I look different now.