It's Me, Sara Louise

I’m tired, dehydrated, my wallet is weeping and my liver is crying. Much too tired to type anything even remotely witty, but I’m going to give it a go anyway with a little run down of what I’ve been up to.

Sunday was spent as planned except the wine bar was switched for the local pub. Pints of Heineken galore! 

And at Sunday lunch, I had my blow dried hair put into a ponytail with a very chic tissue hair bow fashioned by Little Niece (she’s my best friend by the way and every time she tells me that I melt. Literally melt, and then my womb jumps a little bit to an obnoxious and deafening tick tock sound). 

I’m mean really, is there anything more chic than a tissue hair bow? Height of sophistication, I almost didn’t want to take it out. Almost. 

Besides that awesome ‘Welcome Back’ sign made by Little Niece and Niece, this had also been taped to the wall…

How can you not just want to squeeze the cuteness right out of them?  

Cute as they may be, it still didn’t stop their mother and I from going down to the pub and sucking back all those pints. 

Groggy on Monday I made my way around the shops in the city and reacquainted myself with my old favorite Zara where I bought these bad boys… 

Met my Brotherman for a coffee (ok, I had a Bloody Mary) and then a late lunch with Uncle at his hangout Toddys.  

From Toddy’s  I went to a friends for dinner and she whipped out some champagne to celebrate my wedding (refusing would have been rude). And she had a present for me! (I’ve actually gotten loads of presents since being here, which is such a surprise, when you run off and get married you basically forfeit your right to presents. My friends and family rock). 

Tipperary Crystal candlesticks…