February 14th. The day after the 13th and the day before the 15th. Valentines day. I don't really celebrate it but I know there are some old sops out there who really enjoy it. Maybe it's because we've been married some time now, maybe it's because we're not the romantic kind anyway, maybe we don't like the commercialism and the overpriced flowers on this day but we've mutually agreed to let this day pass by without any hoo-ha. I always say, take me out the week after or buy me flowers when I don't expect it but I prefer the gestures which come naturally rather than the ones which are forced out because someone somewhere declared that it should be so.
And what could be nicer than a lunch date on Valentines day with the Grumps today when I least expected it. I was busily entertaining George in the car showroom and taking pictures of my feet whilst waiting for my car .....
A girl's got to amuse herself somehow.
Why play with little toys when you can play with big ones !!!!
...... when I had a text asking me where I was and did I fancy lunch? Yes why not indeed? These offers are few and far in between! George and I made our way back in to Leeds. We walked past the market car park where they were setting up the big wheel for the annual Valentines fair ....
You're not getting me on that for love .... but maybe money :o)
And I had a return to do to Zara which meant I also had to have a little nosey to see if anything else new had turned up. I've seen another quilted jacket online and I wanted to see which one was better - the one I've got or the one I haven't got. As it was, the other one wasn't in store yet but mine has finally made it's way to the shop floor (smug for at least 3 days :o))
Do I now need a red suede bag?
A boy's got to amuse himself somehow.
I'm feeling a new love for my Converse at the moment and was delighted to be able to wear them today. I was also breaking in a new pair of jeans. I spent the last month hunting down the perfect skinnys whilst everyone was hunting down the perfect boyfriend jeans. During the last month I also realised I don't suit skinny jeans so once I got my head round that, it got a whole lot easier. There's no point going there if they're not you. So what do I do? I go and get some "low skinny" jeans from H&M. They say skinny on the inside waistband but honestly do these look like skinny jeans on me? These are more like a slim straight jean as they're not overly tight round the calves which helps balance out the thighs. I also said I was breaking them in ... these have very little stretch and I wanted to see how much they would give by the end of the day. These are quite a rigid denim so if you have been spoilt by extra stretchy ones - these may not be the ones for you but I wanted them for that particular reason. Also I've always been fascinated by the raw denim APC jeans and this is my cheap cheats version of a rigid dark (almost untreated) denim to see how I would get on. If you look on the first pic with the Converse, you might just make out the stiffness of the denim. I'm no expert on raw denim but I'm sure someone somewhere will enlighten me and correct me on what raw denim is. I'm happy to learn but please put it in simpleton terms for little ol' me.
We met the Grumps at Arts Bar which is one of my favourite lunch places in Leeds. It used to be a favourite for evening drinks as well when I was younger. I believe I may have fallen out of there in a squiffy state on the odd occasion but I am now a reformed character :o)
What's your poison?
Grumps took his leave and George and I went for a nosey around the Corn Exchange. It's had a makeover in recent years and it looks gorgeous - shame there isn't more business passing through.
Gorgeous but rather empty for a lunchtime period.
Needs a tea dance to rock things up a bit.
Little black dresses
Little small people
Flashback time. Remember Trumpton?
"Pugh, Pugh, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert Dibble Grub ...."
And then home as the wee man said his legs were tired. And there was Power Rangers to watch.
So tell me - did you celebrate today?
The wheel is not for the Valentine's fair - it's just an attraction set in the middle of Leeds Market car park ????
Mum to Ben & George, married to the Grump Meister, living in suburbia somewhere in the North.
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