Song challenge

Song quizzes! Who doesn’t like those? I personally find them very interesting to read because it’s the type of association game I really enjoy – I am a very musical person and I think it’s very interesting to compare what comes to mind to people. It’s an interesting way to look through someones playlist or see what’s in their head music-wise. I hope I’m not the only one who finds these interesting and you find a song or two you had forgotten about or a new one you like!
I am not big on current music and prefer to listen to music from the 40s, 50s, 60s some 70s and 90s [not a big fan of the 80s] instead of following what’s popular. Still it’s pretty mixed. Hope you find this fun!

1. A song you like with a color in the title: The Beatles – Yellow Submarine

2. A song you like with a number in the title: The Proclaimers – I’m gonna be [500 miles]
3. A song that reminds you of summertime: Eliza Doolittle – Skinny genes
4. A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about: I don’t wanna forget anybody
5. A song that needs to be played LOUD: One Republic – Love runs out
6. A song that makes you want to dance: Jackie Wilson – Reet petite
7. A song to drive to. Blue Swede – Hooked on a feeling
8. A song about drugs or alcohol. Kid Rock – All summer long kinda is? Or the Pina Colada song 
9. A song that makes you happy. Stand by me. All versions of it
10. A song that makes you sad. Jason Mraz – 93 Million Miles
11. A song that you never get tired of. Pretty much anything by the Beatles, Coldplay or Maroon 5. Let’s go with In my life by The Beatles
12. A song from your preteen years. Weezer – Island in the sun
13. One of your favorite 80’s songs. I dislike the 80s with a passion. Still .. Queen – The Great Pretender
14. A song that you would love played at your wedding. Elvis – All Shook Up?
15. A song that is a cover by another artist. My all time favorite Postmodern Jukebox + Morgan James – Maps.
16. One of your favorite classical songs. Аnything by Tchaikovsky, the whole of The Nutcracker in particular. It gets me every single time.
17. A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke. One Republic – Counting Stars
18. A song from the year that you were born. Mariah Carey – Vision of love
19. A song that makes you think about life. Coldplay – Every tear is a waterfall
20. A song that has many meanings to you. Paul McCartney – My Valentine
21. A favorite song with a person’s name in the title. Coldplay – Charlie Brown
22. A song that moves you forward. Edith Piaf – Padam Padam
23. A song that you think everybody should listen to. Postmodern Jukebox – Sweet Child O’Mine Daym. Justm daym.
24. A song by a band you wish were still together. Easy and obvious. The Beatles – Here comes the sun. Imagine that reunion.
25. A song by an artist no longer living. Louis Armstrong – La Vie En Rose
26. A song that makes you want to fall in love. I am in love, but I think Stevie Wonder – For Once In My Life makes a good argument
27. A song that breaks your heart. Johnny Cash – Sunshine
28. A song by an artist with a voice that you love. Norah Jones – Moon is in your eyes
29. A song that you remember from your childhood. Seal – Fly Like An Eagle

30. A song that reminds you of yourself. Definite tie between Paloma Faith – Upside Down and Pack up by Eliza Doolittle.

A bit of a cheat at the end but I enjoyed filling that in! Pleas let me know in the comments if you do it as I’d love to read it!

Have a great day and thanks for reading me!

My tale of going veggie

 I stopped eating meat when I was 11. It wasn’t a religious thing, it wasn’t a demonstration against killing animals and it wasn’t me being a picky eater. It was me being disgusted by eating something that was previously alive [‘corpses’ as I called them, not far from what I consider meat now, tbh] I had always been semi- force fed meat [semi, as my mum isn’t the kind of mum that would make me eat things I clearly didn’t want to eat] but still, there were plenty of ‘please, just a bit of chicken breast’ moments. Especially in kinder-garden. I have some pretty scaring memories of being force-fed meat I didn’t want. Not cool, kinder-garden, really not cool.  


When I became about 11 I decided I was old enough to choоse what I do and don’t want to eat and declared I no longer wanted to have meat. I didn’t consider it a big deal as all of my friends didn’t like something – olives, mushrooms, corn or parsley – and that wasn’t a big deal to anybody. I had also never liked it anyway so it wan’t a big deal to me. My dad sure as hell wasn’t looking at it that way though. My parents were divorced by that time and I was living in a different city to him and I’m pretty sure that spared me a lot of meat being forced on me as it took him more that 5 years to accept that I am really not going to start eating meat, that that is okay and more importantly – it is not actually a big deal.

I’ve never craved meat in any form ever in my life, the smell of meat cooking disgusts me and has even made me sick in the past. Why on Earth eat something I don’t crave or like? Why in’t it as simple as that? Growing up I didn’t [and still don’t] understand why it meant so much to so many ‘adults’ – parents of friends, relatives and pretty much anyone who heard that I was a vegetarian. I was usually treated as if

1. I was just spoiled and being annoying and if forced the right way, I would eat it
2. There was something wrong with my parents for letting me eat this way
3. I would make their innocent children take my unhealthy and disastrous way of eating

I was questioned constantly as so many people wanted to hear my reasons and decide how to treat my ignorance towards meat. And I was always treated with disbelief and the assumption that I was just trying to be more interesting and no one really gasped the idea of ‘I just don’t like it’ and wanted more. A more obvious and logical explanation than ‘Why eat something I don’t like?’ I still don’t have one.

Now I am looking at things from a larger perspective. I do stand strongly behind the idea of not killing and torturing animals. I understand the amount of pollution the meat industry produces and I don’t want to contribute to it. I stand behind the idea that deciding one animal is meant to be eaten is normal and another one is meant to purr beside you is bonkers. I know about the amount of preservatives and artificial hormones being put into meat and other animal products and I sure as hell don’t want them in my body. I don’t understand the argument of ‘why bother, you really think one person is going to make a difference?’ because I am responsible for myself only and for me it’s enough to know that I am clean of all of this.

However, although these are things very important to me, they are an important part of my life and my character, I don’t think they defy me. I don’t go into a room of strangers and introduce myself as ‘Yvette, vegetarian/vegan’, I don’t think it’s important what someone does or does not eat. Not because I want to hide it but because I’m really tired of being judged for my food choices. I am tired of people getting defensive and taking my eating preferences as a sort of an attack on their eating habits. Of so many people assuming I am looking down on them just because I don’t want a stake. Not all people, of course not, I am not trying to offend anyone. But many people. Especially if you’re a kid going through it, far too many people.

I still to this day can’t understand why it’s plain boring when someone doesn’t like tomatoes but it’s a whole interview topic if they don’t like meat. I don’t consider me not eating meat my biggest character strength, nor the most important thing about me. My interests of healthy living – yes, but those go far beyond what I like to have on my plate. 
I understand this is a touchy topic and I’m not trying to offend anyone or force my way of thinking. I’m just sharing experience as I do have a lot to say on thе topic – as I said it’s very important to me. You have to start somewhere, I guess, and I decided that the story of why I don’t eat meat is a good place for it. I am pretty much vegan now and fortunately this way of eating is becoming more popular and it’s easier for people to accept it. 
I guess that if there’s one thing to take from all of these paragraphs is don’t be forceful to a child, or even a teenager, if they don’t want to eat something. It might be a phase, it might be some sort of a trend but it also might not be. And it honestly does suck being put through hell for something like food. If you love them just go with it and be supportive. It really isn’t the end of the world. Plus, more for you, eh?


What do you don’t like having? Any [not offensive, please] opinions on the topic?
Have you experienced anything similar? Let me know below!

Thanks for reading me as usual and have a great week!


Christmas and NY photodiary




Everything looks better when it’s Christmas! [Especially cats]
I don’t have a lot to write, to be completely honest. I had a lovely Christmas with my family and I got to see all my loved ones loving the gifts I gave them and I hope you’ve had an equally as good experience!
Since it was weirdly warm on Christmas day we went for a walk looking over the sea and I got jealous of a group of people windsurfing in the sun. Lucky amazing people! I also got to pear my beloved fuchsia coat with my Converse [that’s right, Converse on Christmas day!] so what more could a fashion-obsessed girl want?
I’m going to finish off this post with a few more photos from our walk and a couple of shots from NY. We usually go to a house party but this year it was quiet, private and quite amazing.


I wish you all a wonderful New Year full of love and happiness!
Thanks for reading me as usual!

Christmas DIYing

There’s something about Christmas that just goes with DIYing! I’m not sure if it’s all the decorating or simply wanting to give something a bit more special but either way I’ve noticed a definite growth of DIY enthusiasm come December. And since I’m sucker for both good decoration and nice gestures I photographed my quick and very easy DIY projects this year.

I had nothing in particular in mind when shopping, I just went for a nice walk around all my favourite craft stores … twice. Once to see what they all stocked and to figure out what I wanna do and a second time to get everything I needed from each. I ended up with supplies for a few decorations including glitter and decoupaging and materials to make my own wreath [I later got additional decorations for it I don’t have pictured here but I’m sure you’ll get the idea seeing the final result]

The wreath ended up so rich and fluffy the bell I got for it turned out far too small and I had to use a decoration I had laying around in my home stash. I absolutely love the result, though. It was nothing really but I am very happy I made it and I look forward to using it for years to come! 

The decoupage took ages and everything was covered in green glitter for about a week [my black cat included] but it was so fun making these I already can’t wait for the next time my DIY inspiration hits!

I wish you all the very best Christmas and lots of love and smiles!
Thanks for reading me!

Glittery nails: a love-hate relationship

I feel like every year starting mid November up till early January the word ‘glitter’ triples its use and frequency. It’s almost like the words ‘festive’ and ‘holiday’ can’t go without ‘shimmery’, ‘sparkly’ and ‘glittery’ nowadays. Which is all perfectly fine and often very pretty until that dreadful moment of taking glitter nail polish off. That’s just plain ugly. I suspect the 11 months without shimmer are only there for your nails to recover from all the rubbing, soaking in nail polish remover and just so you’re fully convinced you got rid of every.single.sparkle.

I hated glitter up until a year or two ago. Anything sparkly equaled tacky in my book. But much to my boyfriends’ surprise and disappointment [he hasn’t got that change of heart and I suspect he never will] I am now a proud appreciator of tasteful glitter and can often be spotted with shimmery nails come winter time. Let me rephrase that: there are not enough days in the Christmas season for me to wear all the glittery nail polishes I own for the amount of days I want them on my nails. December is a month of compromises for me.

That heart-tearing drama aside, I recently discovered the most obvious way to make taking glitter off easier – and I want you to imagine a choir singing in the background of this – base coat. Putting on a base coat, especially a thicker one, means the glitter particles are gonna stick to it in stead of your nail, hence they’ll fall way easier. I am now using a base coat which I know starts to peel off my nail in about 5 or 6 days which is perfect for a change of varnish! I know peeling your polish isn’t the best for the nail also, but having the option means no sparkles are stuck to your actual nail. Voila!

I wish happy glittering to all of you and if you have any other ways of dealing with post-glitter issues, please leave them bellow for me to look through!