Madeira is one of those places that you would rarely even think of to travel to. I have to say it, Madeira needs to be higher on your list. The main resort of Funchal is an array of terracotta roofed houses, mixed with cute white-washed buildings that house local restaurants, shops and fish markets in the old town and the slightly newer part of town has beautifully bright & coloured buildings that echo a similar vein to the towns that surround the Italian Lakes.
As I write this I still can’t quite believe it’s a little over a month since we got back from Madeira, Portugal. I have previously written a post giving you 5 reasons why you need to go to Madeira shortly after I returned to keep the holiday alive that I won with icelolly.com at the 2015 #BlogAtTheBeach event. I suppose I have put off writing this post as a way to bring it back to life a month or so later, just so I don’t forget about it. My main comment to anyone who asked me “How was Madeira?” I simply replied with my overused, almost rehearsed answer, “It is somewhere that you never think of going, but it just blows you away when you are there.” It’s no lie that Mr C & I have both fallen hook, line & sinker for this Portuguese Island, namely because of the food we ate whilst there (on another level! Preach it!)
I feel like my style posts have been slipping off the radar recently. It’s not because I don’t want to do them anymore it’s just I feel like I have lots to say at the moment and each little bit of word vomit that’s circulating around my head is fighting for some airing space. I’ll go through fits and starts. I can pinpoint moments where there’s been a flurry of style posts every other day – I don’t know what it is that inspires me most when I’m posting them. Is it the current trends? The fact my bank account has taken an ASOS hammering? I’m not quite sure.
It’s time for one of those posts, one that’s to be taken with a pinch of salt, because quite frankly I love a good ol’ laugh (at myself mainly.) I noticed some comments recently on a blogging thread about how people are now steering away from the super glam bloggers to those that are a little more relate-able. Aint nobody got time (or money) for a YSL handbag and jetting off to far-flung destinations every week. For me, reading blogs that are more “down to earth” that have nice (not excessive) things on their blog make me come back more and more. As much as I would vie to be one of those bloggers who constantly struts around in a bikini 89.76% of the year whilst being wined & dined by big brands I just know that that will never be me, so here’s reasons why I’ll never be that perfect Blogger…
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