Evan Peters, AHS and a dressing gown way too big for me!

I feel I mainly post on a Sunday evening, the time where I chill out with my lovely boyfriend and watch tv (normally Netflix).

We finished series 3 of American Horror Story: The Coven today and it didn’t disappoint. I feel that I have found my favourite tv series, and with a sprinkling of Evan Peters, no girl can complain.

I was a bit unsure when first tuning into the first series, episode one. It seemed pretty intense if I am completely honest but I cracked on. I absolutely love it, three seasons in and I am absolutely hooked. I love that each series somehow links to the others.

So currently in my boyfriends dressing gown, post bath feeling snuggly. I have another full on week this week with practical at uni so no doubt another quiet week on the blogging front apologies.

Hope you’ve all had a lovely weekend! And roll on the final week in January, and pay day!


Mr Selfridge.

If anyone has been keeping up with the ITV drama, you will know exactly what I am referring to. However if you have been spending the last two Sunday’s hidden under a rock, you will need updating. ITV are currently showing a drama based on Harry Selfridge, the American dreamer who created London’s biggest shopping beauty – Selfridges. You meet and get to know the man who changed shopping for the masses. The man who made shopping “an experience“. If I am honest, I am addicted (and I hate period dramas).

So to carry on, now that we are all up to date with my TV programming priorities. I just want to take a brief few minutes to tell you the impact this programme has had on me.

Jeremy Piven has played the part of Mr Selfridge down to a tea. His the dreamer that we expect. Big ideas and little funds makes Harry quite the laughing stock, until he changes his ideas into material and his dreams into money.

I don’t know whether I should be thanking the writers, or Jeremy Piven – but I find the character such an inspiration. I have only just graduated university, and over the last few months since graduating I have discovered the feeling of hitting your head against that brick wall which separates you (stuck in reality), to your dreams and ambitions.

I am currently working in Private Healthcare, and I love it. Everything about it, from my daily duties to the people buzzing around the office. However I want to input my ideas, when I see adverts on TV and “Smoking Kills” campaigns. Don’t get me wrong, my passions lay in fashion and beauty but who is there to say I can’t turn my skills and education into material like Mr Selfridge does? I love the buzz of what I do, and the industry I have stumbled upon working in is a very lucrative, exciting and ambitious one to say the least – so why not blur my reality and my ambition?

Mr Selfridge has genuinely got me thinking. When people say “ah you can dream” and “maybe one day” – why not make that dream into a reality? And why not TODAY?

This may seem a silly whim driven post, but I am serious. Nobody else is in charge of what you can do? Why your put here on this earth is to (in my opinion) (no intentions to offend any religions or cultures) fulfil you! Living your life to its fullest and so when your on your death bed – all you can think is “that was fun“!

So why make your life a luke warm bath? Make it piping hot, with bubbles, aromatherapy candles and heck – a duck too!

Open a shop, that is different to every single other shop in the city. Take chances, hire too many people – give them an opportunity, and defy the odds and when people doubt you, stick two fingers up and say I’m doing it anyway.

Do it for you and be what you want to be, not what you should be.

Super Bowl Sunday.

So here is the night. It has arrived. One of the biggest nights in American sport! Oh yeah, and Beyoncé is singing at half time.

My boyfriend adores his rugby, his cars and his fitness. But he also is a big fan of the Superbowl. So this year, I am staying up with him. From what his explained it sounds pretty cool and being quarter yank myself – its only right that I am part of the US tradition.

From what I have found so far, there are different quarters of the game, there’s a position called a quarter back and there is one guy who waits to catch the ball and just prays to god he doesn’t get squashed by a stampede of big muscle-bound hench men.

Although, that’s a minute part of American Football, I intend on learning a lot more tonight while snuggled under the duvet with a very very good looking man. I will try to concentrate on the football and learn the game.

Here goes..

49ers and Ravens.