The sun is full of ninja tendencies.

My mum is from New Zealand. I inherited the love of the sun from her. So technically this post is all her fault.

Scotland isn't a place known for its sunny days. It's sneaky and hides either behind rain clouds or just clouds in general. The sun also does not like to be seen by me. I step outside and it hides.

But today, no! This shall not happen.

It.
Is.
Sunny.

Wooooo! Sorry but the weather is exciting here. I shall be cracking out the pretty dresses and awesome shoes soon. Yas!

It is, in all fairness, about as exciting as what The Sun classifies as 'breaking news'.

WOMAN FINDS SUPER SIZED TWIGLET.

I'm sure theres more pressing issues out there...?

Told you it was exciting.

Jumping back to the weather, I'm kind of glad its turning out to be nice. I live in a small town. All small towns have Gala days. This week just happens to be Beltane week where it is deemed acceptable to crown a 12 year old girl Queen of the town.

I can't help but hate this festival. Don't get me wrong. I used to love it when I was a kid who was part of the parade or a teenager who loved to cause riots. There is nothing quite like throwing sweets at 

un-expecting children the back of a lorry dressed up as something from the latest Disney film. But now, I'm apparently a grown up.

I need to get into town for work but I can't cause they keep moving the bus stops to accommodate for the horses.

I want to walk home at night but I get jumped on by drunk revelers.

I want to sleep so I wake up at 6am (semi) refreshed for work but I can't cause ever bugger under the sun is out having parties; most of which end up in my street. 

I may sound stupidly 'bah humbug' but I cannot stand living in a small town. 

GET ME BACK TO EDINBURGH. Please?

Also, that ASOS dress that I posted about a while ago that I was told would be going into the sale is STILL full price.

Liars.

This is a door & Royal Ascot - I < 3 you!

There is a few things I love.

1. Lego
2. Hats
3. My boyfriend (gush, gush, swoon etc)
4. And this door:

This is the magic door. It leads to no where and one day I'd love to do a wee photo shoot in front of it. This is the one good thing about living in a countryside. Beautiful scenery and random bits of quirkiness.

Whilst I sit here sprawled over my bed and typing this, I have one eye closely monitoring the telly.

Royal Ascot.

More specifically Royal Ascot Ladies Day. Anyone who knows me will know I have a small obsession with hats. I made them solidly for two years at uni and even did my entire dissertation on it. If anyone wants to read it (Beware! It is MASSIVE!) I popped it in a link on the sidebar.

This is the latest one I made:

Excuse the fingernails! And for the nitpickers amongst you - yes, yes. It is indeed a fascinator. Not a hat. Dur dur.

This wee riot was created through the sacrifice of an old hat which had become battered from living in the attic. Plus, my future flatmate asked me to make her something for a wedding. How could I possibly say no!

The demented look is just an added bonus...

My inbox is slowly filling up with beautiful creations being worn right now. It's actually starting to frustrate me because I don't have the stuff to work out how they did half of it!

Daily Mail

These guys are by far my favorite. Completely quirky, full of colour and most importantly, they use feathers. There is not enough feathers used in the world!

And if you own a horse and feel that their heads are being left out, never fear! The legend that is Stephen Jones has solved this issue.

Daily Mail

I also think ASOS know I just got paid. They are now rampaging me with sale previews.

If anyone wants to buy me it, click here. It would be superly awesome of you...