Images, Soho and Brownies

I’m about to start my working life in images and motion and I can’t bloomin wait!!

You know the old adage “A picture is worth a thousand words”? Well I’m going to be promoting incredible pictures to go with those words, so what could be better? To join forces with a company whose mission is to inspire communication through images, is a match made in heaven and a combination that’s gonna go crazy I tell ya!

Now I’m not sure how excited I’m supposed to be about this part of the bargain, but my newly developed mission means I’m going to spend the majority of my days in the vicinity of the dark and dirty sex shops of one of the entertainment capitals of the world. Yes my friends, I’m talking about Soho but not that I’ll be going in of course; I’ll save that to the weekends (Am I joking?!! Will you ever know?!!). But I will be frequenting the coffee shops that serve those gorgeous little home-made brownies, or the carrot cake to die for. Yeah I’ll definitely be a regular on that scene, and as for the other scene… yeeeees I’m a sucker for a rich, fruity glass of red any day ;-)

You never would have thought it.

Some relationships fall at the first hurdle, others will start off strong then simply taper off over time and then there’s the lucky ones who last the distance.

I’ve just discovered one of the latter such relationships that I believe have got everything it takes to last the distance.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the one, the only…Mr Melting Marmite and Miss Cheeky Cashew, the Marmite Cashews!!!!

All I’ll say is don’t knock it untill you’ve tried it… and that goes for everything ya hear ;-)

I’m learning to run but…

‘Ten more’ she said ‘push harder’ she said ‘go deeper’ she bloody said!! I mean really, surely there’s a better way to learn how to run don’t you think!!!

Well if it gets me into the bridesmaid dress, all tight and toned then I suppose it’s the least I can do! Oh – did I mention it’s the bride shouting all these instructions at me!

Now I’m no fatty bum bum by any stretch of the imagination, in fact I happen to think I’m in pretty good shape don’t you know. But when someone wants you to get excited because, to them, ‘you’re clearly at the beginning of your fitness journey so you’ll have a lot to lose’ – is it wrong to feel a tiny bit of disappointment! Ha ha!

Oh I’m alright, and she does have a point – but even though I’m learning to run …I’d still do me LOL and that’s the main thing!

Now all I have to do is buy some ear warmers (yes even though it’s getting warmer!), some sexy tighty running leggings, a timer watch thingy and I think you’ll be hard pushed to spot the difference between me and Zola Budd. Oh, except she didn’t wear shoes so that’ll probably be the give away. Darn it, and there was me thinking I could fool you ;-)

By the way, I was not harmed in any of this exercise, well not in a serious way anyway! And although I had no intention of starting to run, as I’m staying with my running cousin for the next few weeks, in true Emma Stylie, I say to the world – Well why not! Wish me luck peeps!

A perfect wake up call.

I woke up this morning to a knock on my new bedroom door. The voice was so quiet, I could hardly hear it but I remembered who it was and smiled gratefully. My new wake up call took place just before 8, my hot lemon was left outside the door and the sun was shining so brightly through my new bedroom window, that I just knew today was going to be a good day!!

Aren’t those times great, when your day simply couldn’t start any better. Well ok, may it could start a little better but less of that for now.

Mothers Day Without You.

I dedicate this poem to everyone who couldn’t be with their Mum this Mothers Day. To all the Mothers out there, just in case you didn’t already know it…you rock and we love you.

I hope you like it xxx

Mothers Day Without You by Emma Fairclough

I remember your smile, your laugh and your scent,
I remember the way we would dance with intent,
The fun that we had and the love that we shared,
I remember your arms, so safe, when I’m scared.

Your smell never leaves me, it’s like you’re still here,
The strength that you gave me, I live with less fear,
I’ll never forget, the tears that you shed,
Gave me the chance, to support you instead.

I was young when you passed, but my memories remain,
I wish I knew more, “What was your favourite game?”
Do you look at me now? Do I make you feel proud?
I wish you were here, we could sing stuff out loud!

I walk like you do, so they say and it’s true,
I work like you do, helping people see through,
The pain that they have, I relate, I just know,
How it feels to be hurt, yet get through and then grow.

Today is your day, so I just want to say,
That although you’re not here, you are everyday,
My Mum and my Angel, my Rock and my Light,
I’m just sorry I can’t get one last kiss goodnight.

Having said that, I don’t mean to make you feel sad,
I’m half you remember, so that can’t be bad!
I thank you for showing, how life should be lived,
To the max, with all heart, everything, I must give xxx