Category Archives: Love

Cath Kidson bedsheets

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We have officially changed the sheets.

When Anna and László first arrived, they gifted me with the loveliest bed sheets – Cath Kidson, blue background with full red and pink roses. I cannot explain exactly why, but these sheets take me to a dreamy place with a veranda onto the beach and the sound of surf in the background. Anyhow, I just love them.

However, last week I did not put them on my bed. Instead, I waited – waited to feel good. Beautiful sheets should be for the good times. I don’t want these things tainted with the memories of chemo (unlike pizza, fruit soup, and my purple tank top – all of which are currently being shunned because they were around when I got sick).

Today is another good day. No sickness, less fatigue, and still more good company; definitely time to change the sheets.

Five years

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Yesterday was a good day – five years with Zsolti. We celebrated by sleeping in, trolling around Ikea, having tea at Trago and watching the original Toy Story.  Also, last weekend we went to a lovely hotel and had a lovely time doing lovely things. So that was very romantic too.

Right – married one year, together for five. I met Zsolt in a hostel in Nice, France. He was with a group of friends and I was with my little brother, Dan Man. It was ‘right place right time’ for us both. Zsolt had asked a girl to come along, but she was busily engaged with her actual boyfriend – and I had come out of a relationship.

We were just on vacation. But geez, it was good to be together – so good that Zsolt met us in Amsterdam when we headed up north after France.

Anyhow – details of the Anne Frank museum, canal tours, wandering streets and dodging bicycles skipped (although Amsterdam is a beautiful city, I can thoroughly recommend it) – I knew that he was for me. If I didn’t see this guy again, it’d be a massive mistake. So after we said goodbye for the second time I swore to take action.

And five years later we’re waking up together, married, and pretty freaking lucky.  Zsolt is all heart, all caring, all love, and the rock in my life.

He’s also a total hottie.

Snuggie wars

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Daniel and JP, my two thoughtful brothers, have bought me a Snuggie.

A ‘snuggie’ is a long fleece blanket with sleeves – totally ridiculous, but totally awesome. My snuggie is beige, and the sleeves are giant – they hang off my arms like Princess Leia in that white gown, and if I put a little effort in I can wrap the giant beige blanket around my body so it doesn’t trip me when I move.

Give me two hair buns and a lightsaber; I’ll start kicking some dark side ass.

Yeah Snuggie!