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O’ Christmas tree, o’ Christmas tree…

One of my favourite things about the festive season is putting the Christmas tree up!

This is the first time as an adult that I’ve had a real Christmas tree. We had a really nice artificial one but it was too big to store. So we found it a new home and decided that this year we would have a real tree. I admit I was pretty excited about the prospect of a real tree, one that would smell like Christmas!

As much as I LOVE the holidays, getting our tree the first weekend in December was even a bit early for me. But a busy month ahead of us, and football season still being on for Mark meant that the only day we would have together would be during the first weekend. It was suggested that Mark went himself when I was at work, but I wanted to get the whole experience. Including picking the tree!

Image of Christmas trees lined up on muddy ground

We did a bit of research on where to buy our tree. One place was only open Monday – Friday 9am – 5pm though! Not sure how much custom they’ll get as I imagine a lot of people will be working at those times. After looking at a lot of different options we decided to go to a Forestry Commision place to get ours. The trees are sustainably grown and the money made from sales goes back into the Forestry Commision to maintain the forests. Santa has also given their trees his stamp of approval, so they must be good! Although we bought ours from the Forestry Commision in Scotland there are also places in England that you can purchase them.

I didn’t realise there were different options for the kind of tree you can get. The place we went to had three different varieties of tree. Pine, fir and spruce. Spruce trees are the traditional Christmas trees. They’re the ones that have the conical shape you think of when someone says Christmas tree. Traditional they may be, but it wasn’t for me. We ended up going for a Fraser Fir. It’s lovely and thick and at 6ft it met the requirement of being taller than me.

As this is my first year of having a real Christmas tree I was determined to pick the perfect one. Once we’d established that it would be a fir tree and that a 6ft one would fit in the flat, we went in search of the perfect one. It’s really important you can see the tree without any netting on it. This way you know you’re getting one that is even and doesn’t have any big gaps in the branches. We looked through a lot! Tip, even when you think you’ve found THE tree, there is probably an even better one – make sure you get a good look at all of them.

Once we’d selected our tree we took it to be wrapped in the netting and got it in the car. Also, make sure that your car is big enough for the size of tree you want. Even if our flat could’ve taken bigger than 6ft, our car could not. It was already pushed through in between the front seats!

When we got home we (by “we”, I mean Mark) sawed a couple of inches of the bottom of the trunk (this helps it soak up water) and put it in the base. The base we got was really easy to set up and we had the tree standing upright in a matter of minutes. Real Christmas trees take a bit to settle, so we didn’t decorate it right away. This year we treated ourselves to some new multi-coloured lights – 300 is about right for a 6ft. Some Disney decorations and candy canes finished it off nicely!

A real tree takes a bit more maintenance than an artificial one. I can honestly say I was 31 years old before I realised that you need to water a real tree! Apparently, if you don’t they can burst into flames! I saw a video on Facebook that genuinely put the fear in me. Here are some top tips for keeping your tree looking it’s best up to Christmas and into the New Year.


Do you go for a real Christmas tree or do you prefer an artificial one?


The name Kayleigh written in pink cursive font.

Photos taken by me.

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Anxiety sucks.

If you don’t suffer from anxiety it can be hard to understand just how bad it feels.

You know when you feel really nervous before an interview or something big? Now imagine feeling like that all the time, about everything. That’s anxiety. Rubbish right?

Today is World Mental Health Day, and we’re told “it’s ok not to be ok”. While I wholeheartedly believe this and that we should be able to talk about our mental health, I’m not really that comfortable talking about mine. It wasn’t until this year that I actually realised I had anxiety, I just thought I was a “worrier”. Now I’ve realised it’s not just worrying it’s a lot easier to recognise when I’m feeling anxious and do something about it. So here are some of the things that help me (note, these things help me, it doesn’t mean they’ll work for you).

1. Cut down on caffeine

Earlier this year I decided to drink less coffee. It wasn’t actually anything to do with anxiety initially but it has helped me to stay a bit calmer. Caffeine stimulates your “fight or flight” response, not good for people with anxiety. I didn’t go cold turkey and completely cut coffee out altogether but I limit myself to one cup a day. It sucked to start with, and I felt soooo tired, but after a couple of weeks, I got used to it.

2. Exercise

For me, exercise really helps me de-stress if I’ve had a tough day. A run is a great way to switch off and clear your head, I don’t really think about much when I’m running – probably about the only time I don’t have a million thoughts running through my head! If running isn’t your thing, then even just getting outside for a walk can help.

3. Take time to do something that relaxes you

Everyone has their thing that helps them chill out. I love a bath with a Lush bubble bar and either a good book or a Netflix binge. Or curling up under a blanket with a cup of tea (normally decaf) and a book. Find your thing and do it, it also helps if you put away your phone.

4. Talk to a counsellor

Earlier this year I went to counselling. I would highly recommend this to everyone. Everyone should go to counselling at some point in their life. We spoke about things that make me anxious and focused on particular incidences when my anxiety was bad. He encouraged me to talk through how I felt and we used CBT (Cognitive Behavioural Therapy) to help me with coping strategies. For me, it was easier to talk to a counsellor than someone I know. I feel pretty embarrassed when my anxiety gets the better of me, and I don’t really want to talk to my friends or Mark about how it’s stopped me doing something.

5. Get more sleep

I love to sleep. And I don’t function all that well if I’ve not had much. Getting more shut-eye definitely helps me feel less anxious. Having a night time routine also helps, spend some time reading in bed before you turn the light out. And put away your phone.

What helps you with your anxiety?

The name Kayleigh written in pink cursive font.


Photo of street art painting of a girl looking in a mirror and crying with the caption Big Girls Don't Cry

Glasgow street art is amazing!

And what better way to see it than a colour walk with a group of colour loving people?!

A couple of weeks ago I took a trip through to Glasgow with Taryn to take part in the first Scottish Colour Walk. The walk was organised by In Colourful Company and hosted by Nikki McWilliams, Rachel Basinger and Kim Lawler. We managed to find our way to Partick train station, and the eager beavers that we are meant we turned up almost an hour early! We were pretty keen to get our hands on the goody bags though…

Sometimes turning up for things like this can be a bit daunting, especially if you don’t really know anyone else going. Nobody wants to be the person going up to a complete stranger and asking if they are there for the same reason as you, only to find out they’re not! Well, there was little chance of this being the case on Saturday. You couldn’t miss the colourful bunch of people congregating outside the train station. And the colourful balloons also gave it away! Both of us spotted people we already knew and got chatting to some of the others in the group.

It was so lovely to see so many people dressed in colourful clothes. A nice way to cheer up a dreich Glasgow day. It made me wish I had the guts to go out in head to toe colour too! Rather than my usual playing it safe with maybe one bright colour.


Once we were sure everyone was there we headed off to the first point of call on the map – SWG3. I absolutely loved the street art here, so much colour and so many different styles. Taking my instax camera was a great idea because I snapped some of the paintings here using it. I couldn’t resist getting an outfit photo next to this amazing wall. But my favourite bit of art by far was the Big Girls Don’t Cry painting (top image).

Photo of a woman with red hair wearing a pink raincoat and jeans standing against a wall with colourful street art

Street art painting of an owl on a brick wall

Hidden Lane

After SWG3 we headed to Finnieston to the very colourful and (pretty hidden, hence the name) Hidden Lane. Hidden Lane is home to artists, musicians, designers and The Hidden Lane Tearoom. Which has possibly the best afternoon tea I’ve had in Glasgow! One of my favourite jewellery designers studios, Bonnie Bling, is also here. I loved getting a look inside and added a couple of pieces to my wishlist.

We matched the colourful buildings perfectly. And we found an orange wall that matched perfectly with the Irn Bru piñata.

Photo of a piñata can of irn bru sitting on a bike against an orange wall

Image of a street art painting showing a girl blowing a dandelion and the seeds turning into wind turbines

Smug street art

From here we headed to see Smug street art on Mitchell Street. I really loved the cleverness of the painting above with the dandelion seeds turning into wind turbines. Just along from this, you can also see ‘Honey, I Shrunk The Kids’.

These amazing street murals really put meaning into the “People Make Glasgow’ saying. We only saw a snippet of the beautiful street art the city has to offer. If you want to see some of it for yourself then you can see details of the City Centre Mural Trail here, and there’s even an app you can download. Make sure you have some comfy shoes on though, cause you’ll be doing a lot of walking! Taryn later told me we walked over 20k steps, no wonder we were tired after it!


Have you done the City Centre Mural Trail, what was your favourite piece of art?

I took a lot of photos (too many to put in this post!), you can view them here.



The name Kayleigh written in pink cursive font.


Photos by me (except the photo of me which was taken by Taryn)




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I hate birthdays.

Well, my own anyway.

I’m all up for celebrating friends birthdays, I want to. I want the people I care about to have a day all about them. One where they get to do what they want and eat as much cake as they can stomach. And let their nearest and dearest rally round them to show them how much they’re loved.

When it comes to my own birthday I have very different ideas.

For a start, I HATE being the centre of attention! I feel uncomfortable with things being all about me. Even a day which is all about me. Well, not all about me according to my Mum, she likes to celebrate the day I came into the world. And also feels it’s her right after almost 24 hours of labour to get me here…! I guess I can kind of give her that. I am her first born after all (she does celebrate my wee brother’s the same, no favouritism there).

Since turning 21, pretty much every birthday has felt like a reminder that I’m not where I should be in life. And in some cases where I want to be. We’re told by society that a mark of how successful you are is by hitting certain life goals by a certain stage. Especially for women. This translates into bagging a man who wants to marry you, having babies and owning a house. Some sort of career also plays a part. And if you can do all this looking like you’re 24 when in fact you’re 30, even better!

For me, the job thing is important and along with that a salary I think I deserve. It’s also about getting to travel. And yes, babies and owning a house come into it too. During (most of) my 20’s I never felt like I was at the stage I wanted to be. I felt like I was fumbling through life and not really making any gains. Even when I became a homeowner, and even when I got engaged. This may have been because those milestones were reached with the wrong person.

The one real exception in my 20’s was my 28th birthday.

In terms of life goals, I had taken a massive step back. I was back living with my parents after ending a relationship that had lasted almost nine years, and called off a wedding with just over two months to go. In many ways, I felt a little worried about my situation. Mostly because I was closer to 30 than 25, newly single and no longer a homeowner. Plus I was going to have to start dating at some point…! But regardless of all this, for the first time in years I felt like I’d taken control of life. I felt f**king amazing.

Yes, I’d called off a wedding. Yes, I’d hurt someone (I did him a favour in the long run really). Yes, I’d lost money for wedding deposits, and was in the process of being bought out of a flat. It was one of the most stressful times in my life. But also one of the best. I’d been unhappy for years, much more than I realised. I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders. I started smiling and laughing again. Not long after my 28th birthday, I met Mark.

Fast forward two years and my 30th birthday was looming. I was jobless. The things that weren’t in my life that I want were highlighted even more because I was feeling so low. It’s a big birthday, people expect you to celebrate. I wanted to hide and eat a giant cake with a fork all by myself. That didn’t happen. I had a party, I got drunk, and moaned to Mark about not wanting to turn 30. Unfortunately, I couldn’t stop it though and here I am almost a year into my 30’s.

I turn 31 very soon.

You know what? I’m not dreading it. As a teenager I thought when you got to your 30’s you were old. I expected to have kids by now. I expected to be a proper functioning adult. Rather the type of adult who frequently runs out of clean clothes to wear because I haven’t got around to doing washing in a week. I thought I would have all the answers for everything. I don’t. And that’s ok.

People have said to me your 30’s are so much better than your 20’s. For me, I think that will definitely be the case. A lot of my 20’s were spent unhappy. I spent most of my weekends arguing. I didn’t travel much. And I really didn’t like the person I was. I was grumpy all the time. I was dealing with anxiety I didn’t even know I had and I didn’t have the balls to get myself out of a situation I hated. I’m glad I’m not married. I’m glad I don’t have kids, because it means if I do get those things at some point in the future they will be with someone I love and who is my best friend. Rather than with someone who was there at the time in my life that these milestones should have been hit.

I think your 20’s are the decade you really find out who you are. They are the time when you can make a total balls of life and learn from your mistakes. Meaning by the time you get to your 30’s you know you have the strength to overcome even the s*****st of things life can throw at you. You surround yourself with people you want in your life. I made and lost friends in my 20’s and I don’t feel sad about it. I know I have the best friends ever that I can rely on for anything.

I’ve decided 31 is the year I’m going to start enjoying birthdays.

My birthday last year was not really spent how I wanted it. And I often drag my heels when making birthday plans but this year I’m going to let there be a day all about me. I want to eat ALL the cake. I want to drink gin. And I’m going to think about what I’ve achieved in the last year rather than the things I don’t have that society tell me I should.

What are your thoughts on birthdays, do you hate them like me, or do you love a day all about you? Let me know in the comments!


The name Kayleigh written in pink cursive font.

Photo by M Richardson



Image of girl with red hair wearing a pink top and black leggings in the gym doing a squat

Exercise has been a big part of my life for a good few years now.

After years of being overweight and doing absolutely nothing active, I’ve completely changed my ways. And would say I now have a pretty healthy lifestyle.

I lost a lot of weight a few years ago. At the time I started losing weight I wasn’t at my biggest. However I did have the motivation to get rid of the weight. It took until I was 27 for me to realise what my real adult body shape was. This was achieved by going to a popular weight loss club. But despite the restrictive way of eating working wonders for getting the weight off, it wasn’t really sustainable. (I wrote a post/rant on diet clubs and how they really are a load of s**te. You can read it here.)

Although I would’ve said that my diet was healthy and I was active, I’ve been struggling to get to a point where I’m totally happy with my body. This isn’t helped by being in a happy relationship with someone who loves pizza as much as I do! Saturday night Domino’s was ruining my waistline, and my bank balance. I’ve struggled for years to get the exercise and nutrition balance. Being no expert in either area meant I was not really getting it quite right.

I’ve worked with a PT before and I definitely saw improvements. But without giving it 100% on the food front the results I wanted were never going to be achieved.

When James (The Body Development Coach) reached out looking for bloggers to work with I jumped at the chance. I’ve wanted to train with a PT again for a while. And I knew unless I was having one on one sessions I wasn’t going to get the confidence I needed to get into the weights area of the gym by myself. Plus, James specialises in working with females and helping them get the results they want. So he seemed like a good person to work with.

My initial consultation with James wasn’t in the gym. We met for coffee and actually ended up sitting in Princes Street Gardens in the sun. It was so much more relaxed than I expected it to be, and I didn’t feel completely out of my comfort zone. Not a fitness test in sight! Before we met I filled out a questionnaire, answering questions about my lifestyle (social habits, how much I like to drink/eat out), previous diets and what I wanted to achieve. During that initial consultation, we talked through my answers a bit more. After this, James asked me to change my password on MyFitnessPal so he could have a look at my nutrition over the next week and we arranged my first session in the gym.

I was really nervous about my first session for a couple of reasons.

First of all, I was going to a new gym, and it had been a while since I’d done any strength training. There was no need to be nervous. James put me at ease really quickly. He got me to do a few basic moves – squats, lunges and some of the machines for upper body. If he had to correct my form on any of them he did it in a way that didn’t leave me feeling stupid, which is something you want from a trainer. We finished the session with some sprints – my comfort zone!

Later that day James sent me my nutrition for the week. Thankfully there was no diet plan. I was given a calorie target to stick to and a list of approved foods. For the first week I was just to concentrate on calories, no macros. I quite like cooking so I didn’t find the approved foods list restrictive and was still eating nice meals. I just had to miss my Saturday night pizza…

For the last six weeks I’ve been training twice a week with James, and twice myself in the gym, plus running. And I’ve started seeing a difference! So do you wanna know the secret to getting the results you want…?! Well, there is no magic pill, shake or lollypop. It really comes down to sticking to the plan, eating healthy (that means no pizza and saying no to cake when it is brought into the office, I’ve said no to so much cake!) and putting the work in at the gym.

Photo of girl with red hair wearing a pink top and black leggings and man wearing grey top and black shorts with brown hair and a beard in a gym

Finding a good PT really helps too. Whether it’s just that you need someone to push you in the gym, help you out with nutrition, or even just someone to hold you accountable. Over the last six weeks James has pushed me, making sure I get the most out of every session I have with him. He has given encouragement when I’m at the point of giving up, helping me get the last couple of reps done. Although I’ve really pushed myself during sessions there’s no point in the last six weeks that I’ve been left unable to walk. He knows my limit and hasn’t left me destroyed so I can still go to the gym by myself.

In six weeks I’ve seen more difference working with James than I saw trying myself at the gym for months.

There’s no point in sugar coating it, I’ve found it really hard at points. My first week of reduced carbs on non-workout days was so tough. On day one I was starving, tired and really could’ve eaten everything in sight, but I managed to keep my willpower and it paid off. I’ve lost weight, my jeans are feeling looser and I’m actually starting to see the outline of abs!!

On top of getting the help I’ve needed in the gym and with my nutrition, James is easy to work with. We have a laugh during my sessions and he’s just a text away if I have any questions. During my first week I was sending messages every couple of days with questions about what food I could eat. And my first week with stricter macros he was really helpful when I was texting asking what I could eat to make sure I was sticking to the targets he set me.

Working with a PT is an expense, but investing in yourself and your health should be a no brainer. I’m six weeks into twelve weeks with James and I’m excited to see where I’ll be at the end of it.

James is a level 3 trained PT and has an HND in Health, Exercise and Fitness. As well as one to one coaching he also does online coaching. Check out his website here.


*James is giving me PT sessions in exchange for a review. As always, all views are my own. And in this case, the hunger and sore muscles are definitely my own!

Photos by M Richardson



The name Kayleigh written in pink cursive font.