Fit Flop Friday

Hello people who nosey at my blog

First things first. SORRY. For being utterly poo in the updating of my once frequented blogeroo. Cue the excuses. Things have been really pants. Like really, really, really. My crohns is possibly flaring up which is scaring the bejesus outta me and hurting quite alot too and I found out the ward I work on is shutting at the end of August so I have no idea where I will end up. I need to know. I'm a control freak. I can't bear being in the dark. Throw into the mix hormones. Skintness. Bad hair days. Believe me you wouldn't want to have had a blog update as it would have been strewn with expletives, angst and whingeyness.

Now that's out the way. Lets look at the positives. Its Friday. Im going to the rugby tonight to see hunky men straddle each other (well in my head anyway). I have a galaxy in the fridge. I am also pining something extra special for my tootsies.

FIT FLOPS

They are the most bad ass thing in foot wellbeing in a long while. Since I bought my first ped egg I had often sat contemplating the missing piece. My feet needed something extra. I'm hardly the fittest bird on the block (I realise) and I dreamt of a world where footwear not only looked hot but provided benefits other than bunions and sore feet. My bum needed toning. Could a pair of shoes ever help me banish my butt meat? Then I saw the influx. The masses sporting these new colourful vibrant shoes. I soon discovered that I had to have a pair too.


I did my research and realised the health benefits of wearing Fit Flops are incredible.


































Im quite a slumper. Working at a desk daily I have a bit of a hunchback beginning which is slightly alarming. My mum often yells at me 'Sit up straight, You will end up staying like that you know' eeesh. But fit flops help improve your posture - bonus.

When walking they improve leg, calf and gluteal activity too. So all those miles you walk wont be in vain. The fit flops are secretly working to aide you. You will soon be a toned goddess. Believe it.

Throw into that improved muscle tone and you will be putting Madonna in the shade before you know it. Does she have a multigym on her feet? No. But you do!

They have also been proven to benefit sufferers of several conditions, see the below excerpt:
(taken from www.fitflop.com/benefits)

The benefits are derived from the hundreds of FitFlop sandals wearers who have reported relief from plantar fasciitis, heel spurs, chronic back pain, sciatica, osteoarthritis, RLS, scoliosis, degenerative disc disease, and a number of other conditions.

If you fall into this group I highly recommend you try some out. They could be an absolute godsend for you.

Oh and did I mention how beautiful they are?! There are so many styles to pick and choose from. From the plain, to the metallic coloured sequins, to the pastel colours and neon colours. Then there is the new collection 'Pietra' embellished with gem stones. *Dribble* Your feet will never have looked so hot.

You can get your hands on Fitflops from www.cloggs.co.uk and they have FREE DELIVERY AND EXCHANGES. Can it get any better! Fit flops also cater to other foot needs! They do boots, shoes and sandals. Aaaaah.

My mum swears buy them. She says it is like walking on little fluffy clouds from heaven. Recommendations dont come any higher from than Dawn. Let me tell you, She isn't easy to impress.

Treat your feet this friday!! The celebrities love them! So do I! You too could have legs like Elle Macpherson.

You can always count on mothers..

To come out with the truth no matter how much it stings or hurts, frustratingly, they are always right.

I got weighed earlier this week and had a bit of a shock. I discovered I was the heaviest I have ever been. Not morbidly obese my any means but I'm packing some pork. Now I don't mind being a bit chubby, I have been to the other extreme, granted years ago, when I was really ill and I much prefer the curvy look to the crack addict one. However, something needs to be done and quickly, I'm rapidly baking a proper muffin top and I am struggling to zip my work trousers up. Nuff said.

So in conversation over a cuppa tea and 2 finger kit kat (my bad) I mentioned my discovery to my beloved mother. I expected support, encouragement, cries of 'you aren't fat, you're big boned' and 'you look healthy to me love'. Instead she said this,

'You're not fat by any means but you can't afford to put any more on'

Followed by a lecture on my sugar intake, how she has never had a problem with weight - must be hard being so damn perfect eh, and how I need to do more exercise.

To stay I was fuming was an understatement. It was like being stung by the mother of all jellyfish.

So I came home, bearing in mind this morning I was sedated and had a temazepam for a dental procedure in which I am still unsure what he did exactly but I resemble Jaws from James Bond - shexy, and maniacally plotted.

No more will I look in the mirror and see hamster cheeks, no more will I avoid topshop because it's not meant for my body type and no more will I bulk buy whichever chocolate bar is on offer in the supermarket. It's time to get serious. It's time to get out the old weight watchers folder. It's time to find 'The body' within.

I got out my exercise chart. I went for a quick power jog across the reservoir bridge and back, stopping haphazardly to keel over and hyperventilate, I made me a cup of peppermint tea. Yes.. herbal tea.. I mean it. I really mean it. Chocolate is no longer in my vocabulary. Lentils are. (Eugh..Maybe not lentils, cous cous?)

She will see. Oh yes. She will see.

Dr Martens Appreciation Society

As a girly girl who would much rather prance about in ballerina shoes than trudge in steel capped grunge stylee efforts, it took a while for my affection to grow for Dr Martens.

Ashamedly I left them to be adorned by the cool kids. Think Alexa Chung on the arm of Arctic Monkey looking effortlessly stylish at Glastonbury. She has got the art of wearing Dr Martens down to a fine tee.

Millions of girls who had shunned them thinking "I could never carry them off" looked again. Hang on, How about If I actually try them on! This moment of realisation hit me too and damn it. Why didn't I do it earlier?! They are the dark horses of the foot couture world! They look hot. I love wearing them, letting my inner rock chick inside be unleashed. They go with EVERYTHING. There is nothing they can't bring their own individual character to. No longer do I umm and ahhh about my shoe selection for today. When all else fails, cuts my feet to ribbons, gives me blisters, Dr Martens stands proud. Screams I am strong woman, hear me roar! They are so comfortable, durable and hip as hell.

And have you seen all the styles?! Seriously go look. Then look again. Then have a cup of tea and go look again. There is a virtual rainbow of stylish, cute, kitsch, downright classic boots waiting to be placed on your tootsies. I could easily go on a virtual shopping spree and have basket danced many a time on the Cloggs Website with an array of beauties. I am currently *hearting* the Pascal - Dark Brown, dribble at these...



















So readers, If you think you aren't a Dr Marten kinda girl why don't you give them a try? I KNOW you will be surprised. They are a staple wardrobe item. Your wardrobe needs them in its life. You too could be a supermodel like Agness Deyn (just get a nicer jumper eh)

Pssst - Dr Martens are available on the Cloggs website, you MUST check it out www.cloggs.co.uk

Comping news

I often lose track of what I've won and am going to make an effort to photograph things I win and put them on here. Hope it doesn't seem like I'm showing off but I put hours into this hobby coughobsessioncough and getting a parcel from the postman brings a high to me like nicotine to smokers. I love it. Although the postman thinks I'm a bit of a wierdo one suspects!

In the last couple of weeks I have been lucky enough to win a box of warburtons salt and vinegar crisps (twitter), a bag of demerera sugar (first 500 to enter or sumat), 4 books currently waiting to be read at my bedside and a home draught of coors light which is excellent and highly recommended to buy, its just like pulling a pint!
















I also have a red card which means there is something waiting for me at the post office! On Wednesday I had a phone call to say I had won a Samsung Wave from a Phones4U facebook competition which is my biggest win in ages. I currently have a blackberry which is due for upgrade next March and am unsure whether to sell the Samsung on ebay or keep it and sell my blackberry. Hmmm!

Comping is an addictive hobby which is very time consuming if you want to get regular wins, alot of people get bored of the repetitiveness of it (www.roboform.com is a brilliant tool to use for form filling if you are thinking of getting started) but if you stick with it and its something you enjoy that doesn't feel like a chore, I say keep with it! I have some lovely comping friends who I speak to on a daily basis and some of their wins are so inspiring. Working part time due to my crohn's often means money is tight so its brilliant as an avenue of getting lovely treats from time to time that I wouldn't normally be able to buy.

Hoping to update you with more pics soon!

Feet Friday

A few weeks ago when I went to see my hairdresser she told me they had a new beautician starting in the lower level and how brill she was. Usual sales pitch that I inevitably fall for ::looks at shelf of hair products::. As I've been feeling blimming well crap I decided to randomly book a sesh to pamper myself and opted for toe nail gels! They are just fancy nail polish that last for up to 8 weeks and dont fade or chip. So on Wednesday I left my pit of self wallowing and went for a bit of me time. Well a bit more. It's me me me at the moment. I'm rather bored of myself!

After half an hour of talking crap, think BB11, my feet phobia and her flying phobia. The end result was a very summery girly one. Cue the red toes photo!!!


I hate my feet. They are abnormally small and squished up and the toes curl over and the little toe nails are almost none existent! But she did a rather good job. I left the salon wanting to flounce about in a floral dress and be all girly with plaits in my hair. In actuality I retreated to my slum marginally happier whilst occasionally looking at my feet!

Today has been an odd one. Blackpool and back before dinner, a rather queasy hospital appointment, an unwanted letter and a man flu riddled thingy.

I hope the weekend promises happiness and health for us all!

Dear Blogosphere

Today has been a bit of a blah day. I got some blood test results back which showed my ferritin levels were really depleted (they were 10 and the normal range is between 20-300) so I have been put on iron tablets. Cue the black poo. It will go some way to explaining why I have had to psyche myself up to move off the sofa lately. On the way back from the docs I stopped at the farm shop for some iron rich foods to get my ferritin a'breeding. Brocolli, spinach (does anyone else say spinach and think popeye?) and a bit of liver. Bleh. I also purchased a fresh strawberry cheesecake on the offchance they had genetically modified the strawberries on it so they stored iron. Or something like that.

As a result of being off work ill with this viral thing I have had time to ingest a lot of crap information from daytime tv/twitter. My favourites today were 'topical' such as the existence of a psychic octopus that has predicted all World Cup matches correctly, the hunt for Raoul Moat and a lot of funny/unPC jokes take for instance this tweet;

Mistress Kay Burley hath been dispatch'd to Rothbury to help apprehend th' murderer. 'Tis enough to make any man renounce his weapon.Tue Jul 06 13:17:06 via webWill Shakespeare

Mr_Shakespeare

I love how twitter is like sitting at home with a bunch of friends, some who annoy, some who make you laugh and some who talk crap (thankfully you can sort the wood from the chaff) and you end up with an instant stream of support, giggling sessions and virtual friendship. I used to be a real advocate of facebook but then I discovered it was more about noseying at peoples photos and the state of their personal life than real conversation or bonding! Once you get to grips with twitter it's fab. On days like today when thingy has been working in Newcastle and all my family and friends are working, it really makes a huge difference - you don't feel alone. Granted you can't beat proper human contact but social networking has reached out to a lot of lonely people I'm guessing!

BTW if you do follow me, @spritneybeers, I apologise for the competitions! I am always up for a chat though so give me a buzz!

Why I love Disney Couture

There is a fabulous competition currently occurring (whats occurring!) on the AccessoriesOnline.co.uk facebook page - see here!!!. You have to tell them how much you love Disney Couture and why to win a £100 Disney couture spree on their website. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! There have been so many wonderful entries I don't know if its worth having a shot but here's why I love Disney Couture!

Disney and Me

It's one of my earliest memories. I can still feel mums hand now holding me tightly, the smell of popcorn overwhelming and me sat for the first time in the 'pictures' watching Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs intently. I felt like such a big girl! Don't eat the apple I yelped, swooned at Prince Charming and wholeheartedly believed in living happily ever after. I came bounding out amazed at the world I discovered. Characters galore, a world of hope, adventures, good conquering bad. I told everyone, EVERYONE, about what I'd seen. Therein my obsession begun!

I'm almost 30 now but Disney has followed me throughout every part of my life. Whilst others my age shop at Monsoon for maxi dresses and Mulberry for that must have bag, I race to the Disney Store to get just one more Minnie Mouse Mug and maybe a Tinkerbell towel! Disney couture is my gucci darling, I strut in my fabulous finds. When hope deserts me and I struggle to feel happy, I turn to Walt for inspiration and I find it every time.

Take Cinderella! She was the Trisha of her day

Have faith in your dreams, and someday, your rainbow will come smiling through. No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dreams that you wish will come true.

When life gets tough I close my eyes and I'm back there again with mum. Safe in the Disney world. Growing up can wait, I'm young at heart and my worries once with Disney always dissipate!

accessoriesonline I'm wishing on a star you make my dream come true. I may not be mature, but I am sure, I'd cherish Disney Couture!

Lazy Sunday

Since I started this blog I've been a bit sickly haven't I? The doctors receptionist (think tantastic) rung on Friday and said I had a prescription for penicillin to pick up for an infection that had shown on a recent swab. Now I've had a few swabs recently and she couldn't pinpoint which one it related to, so I'm guessing its the nasal infection again. Cue 3 days later and I am nauseous and dizzy and spaced out as hell. It kicked in last night post rugby match. The rhinos were playing saints and won. The first time they have won at home with me there so my curse be lifted \o/ I haven't always been into rugby league but since meeting thingy I am a true rhinoette! I love it, the atmosphere, the butch nature of the game and their beefy thighs.. currently loving RYAN HALL much to the discontent of thingy who covers my eyes as soon as he has the rugby ball and I lurch forward to have a better view. I'm sure you can see the appeal. I was also bad with my spending ban. I bought a training shirt. The reasons for this are 3 fold.

1 - I wanted one. Its nice as far as rugby tops go.
2 - I had a voucher for a fiver off.
3 - I've been wearing thingys old rugby shirt to go to matches which is 4 sizes too big.

So now I am the proud owner of my first ever sports club top! One step forward for my masculine side. One step backwards for my dwindling bank balance.

Anyhow once we had navigated the M1 back, it was time for me to navigate the porcelain pot. And boy, did I. As a result I have no desire to leave the sofa today. My activities have included watching MTV - Pregnant and 16 - about 4 episodes, sorting out the bills draw and filing old ones and eating packets of crisps. Its now almost 4pm. I don't know if I will actually leave the flat and expose myself to that oxygen stuff today.

BTW God, if you read blogs, Could you make next week a nice healthy one? I understand you are busy with other stuff and its not very up on your to do list but I would really appreciate feeling like me again.

So to conclude, Sunday is the day of rest and that's what I'm doing. The lovely thingy is making me a jacket potato as I type and there is Gene Hunt on the box in a gay club. Time for another penicillin and a bit more relaxing methinks.

Frugal times needed.

It may seem ironic to start my blog entry for today with showing you a pic of the dress I just bought off ebay considering the blog title, but I have tried to 'lean' my spending in getting it off ebay instead and saving £10 DRESS I BOUGHTED.

So excited about getting it and cant wait to flounce about in the sunshine and bare my legs to some vitamin d filled sunshine (obviously smothered in sun cream factor 50!). Me and thingy have realised this month is going to be another tight one. He doesn't start his new job whilst next month and there have been lots of unexpected additional expense. So it's time to be harsh. We can't buy anything we don't need. So my spending diary continues on here, in attempts to shame oneself. Today's spends the dress £20, £15 food shopping. Not a very good start.

Oh and my CV urm I'm going to do it this weekend! I have been cleaning the house top to tails as we have a lodger tomorrow night, thingys younger brother. It's the first time we have had a guest stay over so I have gone off on a houseproud cleaning binge and completely caught up with ironing/laundry, mopped, cleaned the spare room and moved furniture about. Hope I can keep it up!