Disclaimer: this picture isn’t a picture of my actual house. I wish it was because this house is just adorable. It looks just like a house you’d see on a postcard and I just feel if your house was THIS cute you’d definitely have every other aspect of your life pulled together. Like I bet a Bree Van Der Kampf of the world would live here, baking perfect pies and cleaning perfectly for her perfectly family. Anyway that was the weirdest intro ever, you can tell I haven’t been active on here because there’s no introduction it’s straight into the babble. HELLO you little beaut, I still go here apparently. I haven’t posted on here since June, literally three months to the day that I’ve been neglecting this little slice of heaven. I’ve been pretty absent from social media and well, socializing and getting out the house in general since I last wrote on here actually. I wish I could tell you that I’ve been flat out busy, spending my summer months back and forth from my vacation home in the Hamptons to my villa in Mykonos to spending a few boujiee long weekends in Paris cos ya gurl had a craving for a macaron; like I’m the British Blair Waldorf. ALAS that was not the case. A girl can dream right?!
So since I haven’t informed you all about what exactly the Abbie behind What Abbie Says has been doing, let me take you riiiiiiight back to the beginning of all this madness. So hold tight, grab a snack or whatever I don’t mind..Up until a few months ago I had no idea there was a football hooligan inside of me (minds out of the gutters you heathens, I know I was in Wetherspoons A LOT but I’m not that bad?!) until England Men’s team actually started to do well at the World Cup. Streets were packed full of people, mainly intoxicated, drunk dancing to the beat of Three Lions and for a split second I genuinely believed it was coming home. SPOILER ALERT, it didn’t come home. Well, not to England at least, but to a French home nevertheless. So if you’ve been living under a rock and completely confused by all that above, I am talking about the World Cup. Something of which took over the nation, small talk conversations went from the weather to whether Southgate would put Kane in his starting XI or not (told ya i’m a football hooligan now) and football fever seemed to be everywhere. I was just as shocked as anyone else was at my sudden lust for everything and anything Football, World Cup, Southgate or just generally getting on it in my local pub. Whether it was the endless sunshine, the constant gin IV drip pumping through my veins or the atmosphere of everyone rooting for the national team for once, but I was loving it. I loved that it brought together a sense of pride, unity and for once we weren’t totally crap at something as a nation on the World’s stage.
If you aren’t from England, (omg then welcome???? honestly I always feel like no one reads this apart from like me, my best fren and my family that stalk it) so like bienvenue, herzlich willkommen and g’day mate! For once the UK had an actual summer with a Sun that shone, bright like all of Rihanna’s diamonds, and it blooooooooody shone. I sound like that token brit but I was puffy, sweaty and red the whole of July. There’s hot and then there’s h o t. I don’t really cope well in the heat and I felt like a sweaty bag of cheese the whole entire time. As a country it seems we aren’t really equipped for any sorts of weather changes when it’s snowing we go into panic mode bulk buying bread, milk and eggs. Don’t ask me why, I assume everyone makes a last minute bread and butter pudding???? When it’s warm we also STILL go into panic mode, trains stop running, we run out of bbq food and ice lollies and sometimes our roads melt. Things got so bad as a nation we almost ran out of crisps and beer. I think that was to do with the Co2 shortage however but it does sound better like that doesn’t it?! To sum up, Britain runs best at a mild to moderate lukewarm temperature. Maybe a slight breeze like let’s not get too crazy with it, mind.
I’m looking for a job again. It seems that’s all I ever talk about and how I haven’t felt comfortable or happy in a job role in ages, if at all and that makes me feel really sad. I’m desperate to become one of those people that love their job, love their colleagues and actually look forward to going into work in the morning. No one actually tells you when you’re looking for something else that it practically feels like a part time job in itself. First there is the preparing of the CV, writing a cover letter for each individual application, the waiting game to find out if you’ll get through to the one of many interview stages, having a go-to interview outfit, being free and available on the day they want to interview you, answering the cliche questions about how you’re definitely a team player and how of course I would love to get involved in their work netball team.
Literally in the midst of July I decided to actually do something positive and worthwhile with myself this year. One of my passions is writing, or creative writing so to speak and I’ve always wanted to write actual proper books since I was a child. SO i bought a cute little leatherbound notepad and scribbled some ideas down. I’m nowhere near a Lord of The Rings style trilogy just yet though!
If you’ve been to this site before you might notice the layout and the general look/feel of it is a liiiiiiittle bit different?! I’ve decided to spruce it up a little bit. Ya girl over here isn’t the most technically minded, having famously once spent a good half an hour trying to glue something back together before realising it was mouth ulcer gel. I am preeeeeeetty impressed with myself for being able to do this. On. My. Own. I’ve also added an extra few lines over in my About section if you wanted to have a peruse over there. Similarly, I’ll be going through some admin changes on here in the next few months as I’m hoping to think of a different blog name for myself. Simply because there are quite a few other blog names with very similar domain names. Turns out us Abbie/Abi/Abby’s have quite a lot to say? Nothing against these girls at all I just want to be able to put my own stamp on something and not to create any confusion for myself, for them or anyone who follows these sites.
Other than this I’ve been spending a lot of time with my family and best friend doing all sorts of fun things from leisurely lunches to beach trips to going to the theatre to being possibly the oldest people in the cinema when we went to see The Incredibles 2. Did anyone else tear up slightly at Bao before the film started or am I the only one could have sobbed for eternity?!
We are now in September and that excites me greatly. Autumn is lowkey (not even lowkey I blimmin’ love it; is highkey a word???) my favourite season of them all. I adore the cold, crisp mornings with the sun set high in the sky. The fact I can fiiiiiinally wear all my comfy knits once again and pull all the gorgeous autumnal hues out of my wardrobe. Any excuse for me to channel burgundy and khaki colour clothes back into my life again to be honest! Conkers and crunchy leaves crackling underfoot oh and gingerbread lattes. I’m just not a pumpkin spice type of gal! Never have I related more and never has a finer thing been spoken than in the quote “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers” famously uttered from Anne of Green Gables and tbh ain’t that the damn truth.
Which brings me to my final point, I have so much exciting content to be bringing you on here soon. Some stuff I’ve been working really hard on, other stuff came to me at 2am when I had one too many double g&t’s and I thought what I wrote was thought provoking. I mean it was, just in the wrong way. So I hate to leave you on this awfully clickbaity note but I’m going to do it anyway. Keep your eyes peeled for some humdingers of blogposts in the coming weeks is all I’m going to say for now.
How has your summer been? Have you been up to anything exciting?
Until next time! A x