All you can eat Chinese buffet he told me.

And I believed him. I even held back on the food at lunchtime, wanting to save room for extra sesame prawn toasts (you’ve got to get you moneys worth when it’s all you can eat, haven’t you?)

We said goodbye to the sitter and wandered off in direction of the restaurant. As we walked through the inky black gardens of the hotel Mr. LA was mumbling something but all I remember him saying is ‘what’s this?’. As I turned and looked I saw that a section of the garden was filled with light. There were small lanterns lighting a path that led towards a clearing surrounded by bamboo, flaming torches and tall curved white flags. On either side of the opening to this paved circle there was an elaborate Balinese lantern fashioned from palm leaves and a beautiful silk parasol. It was breathtaking, I’m sure I let out an audible gasp at this point.Once I stepped inside (and managed to overcome a little of the shock) I saw the beautiful table lit by another lantern hanging from a curved bamboo pole above. There were frangipani flowers everywhere and the table was covered in candles. It was just so beautiful, I could barely take it all in.We sat down in the heavy hand carved chairs and the waiter poured us a glass of bubbly each. I think I asked Mr. LA how he managed to organise it all without me knowing but to be honest the next few minutes are a bit of a blur. I remember Mr. LA kept fidgeting though. Turns out he couldn’t get the ring out of his pocket!

All of a sudden he pushed his chair out of the way, got down on one knee and said ‘will you marry me’. Apparently I didn’t say yes, instead opting to respond with the elegant phrase ‘Oh my God! Are you serious?’ Dead classy I am.

The yes was implied though and a few tears followed. Mr. LA said lots of beautiful things that I’ll never forget. We ate the amazing meal (he’d even chosen the menu and the wine, it was all so delicious) and spent what felt like 10 minutes, but was in fact nearly 3 hours, in the amazing surroundings before heading to the hotel’s piano bar for a cocktail. Mr. LA actually proposed with this stunning Alex Monroe ring but insisted that we choose an engagement ring together once we got home. However, upon our return to England my mother tearfully gave me her sapphire and diamond engagement ring that I have lusted after ever since I was a child.

My favourite photograph from my childhood is a black and white picture of my tiny baby fingers interlaced with my mothers. You can see her engagement ring and I’ve always thought that it even sparkles in black and white.
I think the ring is truly beautiful and I love that it represents a connection to my parents at a time when they were very much in love. I honestly don’t feel the ring is tainted by the fact their marriage didn’t survive. It symbolises everything they wanted their relationship to be. It was the beginning of their future together, when they were full of hopes and dreams. Surely that’s how everyone enters into marriage?

It needs to be reduced in a size a little in order to fit my finger but I just cannot wait to show it off properly. It’s amazing how special one little ring can make you feel.

Loveaudrey xxx

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May in photos 🤳

1. Finally, some Franky weather. One of the best things about this month has been dusting off my summer dresses and being able to wear sandals ☀️

2+3. Coronation weekend. So many thoughts 💭 But the food was good! I made a vegan version of my mum’s famous coronation chicken and it was delicious.

4. Jesse staying upbeat during yet another trip to hospital. That steroid buzz though. IYKYK.

5. Some of the food served at the first meeting of Bristol Cook Book Club since 2020. It felt so good to get this going again. I can’t wait for our next feast!

6. Me among the cow parsley, snapped by Jesse.

7. I’ve been thinking about creativity a lot this month while working through the ‘The Artist’s Way’. 

8. Breakfast outside.

9. {Still} scrapbooking December. Fingers crossed I can finally wrap up this project in June 🤞🏻

10. Izzy’s final show at The Tobacco Factory. After tonight, she’ll be done with college {and compulsory education} forever 🤯

We packed a lot into this month. Enough to fill two carousels! This might explain why I’m so tired! I’m looking forward to June though. Everything’s better when the sun shines ✨
@_charlieswift has been raving about ‘The Artist’s Way’ by Julia Cameron for years. I finally caved, ordered the book and agreed to work through the course with her and some other artists. 

The book focuses on ‘guiding you through the process of recovering your creative self’ to ‘help you unleash your inner artist’. It’s early days {I’ve only read as far as week two and I haven’t even started my morning pages yet - IYKYK}, but I’m enjoying the process so far. 

Today I took myself on my first Artist Date - ‘a block of time… especially set aside and committed to nurturing your creative consciousness, your inner artist’. I decided to treat myself to a solo cinema trip to see ‘Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret.’ The film was brilliant and taking time out midweek to do something just for me felt… kind of naughty? And fun! It definitely filled my creative well {again, IYKYK}.

Have you read ‘The Artist’s Way?’ Where would you go on a date with your inner artist?!
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Franky weather ☀️🌅🔆🌻✨

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April in photos 🤳

1. Our trip to London over Easter was a definite highlight this month. Here’s the obligatory ‘flowers outside Liberty’ shot.

2. Finally! Some sunshine! More of the same please, Mr. Weatherman ☀️

3. Dressed for a day of sightseeing in my new favourite pink jacket. It’s Boden and I bought it in the sale 💖

4 + 5. Scenes from a trip to the big Waterstones in Piccadilly. This poem by @charlycox1 floored me. Crying in a bookshop. Not awkward at all.

6. I was proud of these steps, so I’m posting them here for posterity 🚶🏼‍♀️🥄

7. The Easter holidays also featured lots of lazy days 🎮😴

8. We bought a nutribullet and I’m officially in my smoothie era.

9 + 10. Dinner and drinks at @thecoconuttreeuk with our IzzyBee. Taking your daughter out for cocktails is a season of parenting I’m very much enjoying.

Not pictured: a family funeral and the chest infection I’m still getting over 🤒 How was April for you?
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Easter weekend in my hometown 💃🏼

No trip to London is long enough for me to see all the people and do all the things I want to do while I’m there, but we always manage to pack a lot in. It’s 17 years since I moved away, but somehow it still feels like coming home. Here’s some of what we got up to…

1. Being tourists.

2. Shopping at Westfield.

3 + 4. Hanging out and eating at Southbank.

5. Refuelling in Chinatown.

6. Enjoying the big Waterstones in Piccadilly.

7. Admiring the spring flowers outside Liberty.

8. Visiting the Imperial War Museum for the first time since I was a child.

9 + 10. Seeing Elton John at the O2 with my mama 👓🎹🎤🪩✨

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March in Photos 🤳

1. How it’s going…

2. How it started.

3. My in-laws were involved in a terrible car crash earlier this month. They’re very, very lucky to be alive. It was a horrible time, so I’m grateful there was a happy ending.

4. My husband sent me this photo of a photo from our wedding day while he was visiting his parents. Turns out his mum carries it in her purse ❤️

5. While I was waiting for news from Derby, I took myself out on a walk and ended up in @thesmallcitybookshop. It was like my feet knew books would bring me comfort.

6 + 7. Just spring things.

8. Vegan lemon and almond loaf and a green smoothie from @theorchardcoffeeco 🍰🌱

9. I bought it 🌸

10. Other music? I don’t know her. 

How’s March been treating you? Personally, I’m ready for April and spring PROPER!
There is a past version of me who cannot believe I get to do this every day 💭📝💻

She’s around 12yrs old, working on her first novel in a little ring-bound notebook, dreaming up stories, devouring books and trying to imagine a life filled with words. Everything that makes my business possible now barely existed then, so even she’d struggle to conjure up  an image of what my life looks like now.

I’m grateful that I get to do this, for the clients who trust me to find the right words, and I’m grateful to that past version of me too. Without her, I wouldn’t be here now. Sure, she’d probably want me to hurry up and get back to that novel, but I think she’d be proud of the business I’ve built and the way I’ve managed to create a life filled with words.

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Lockdown memories, three years on 🦠⏳

Very little of my life made it on to the grid in 2020, so this is the first time I’ve shared these images. They’re all from the first lockdown and most were taken between March and May. I think the arrival of spring will always remind me of this strange time.

When Boris made his announcement on the 23rd, our children had already been out of school for a week. Jesse, who was initially deemed clinically vulnerable, spent the next 6m shielding. He left primary school one day not realising he’d never go back. He did not see another child his age until the summer. Like many kids and adults in the same situation, the experience had a deep impact on his mental health. 

Izzy was in Year 10. As the pandemic raged on, she did most of her GCSEs online, celebrated her 16th birthday via Netflix Party, finished secondary school with minimal fanfare and missed out on prom completely. When she finally had a normal night out with friends in the winter of 2021, I cried quietly in the kitchen when she got home. Seeing her so happy and animated after a simple ‘cheeky Nando’s’ only highlighted everything she’d missed out on in the previous 18 months.

It’s easy to forget how little we knew about the virus in the beginning and how frightening that was for everyone involved. We had it easy in comparison to some, but I still marvel at the way we coped with it all. The way we isolated, home schooled and kept our businesses ticking over. My goodness it was hard! As my children often joke, I hope we’re done living through major historical events for a while.