January vibes

My thoughts following the Christmas and New Year period range intermittently between:

1) I am so happy to commit my life to being an all-eating, all-drinking, all-napping machine of laziness.

2)  Nah I got this, watch me whip watch me nae-nae, watch me lose all this mince pie-shaped fat and transform into a Gwen Stefani-esque NewYearNewMe Being of Devout Health and Activity.

Making spirits bright...

To me, the arrival of Christmas signals one thing and one thing only. Unlike the Mini Eggs of Easter or the Toblerone of Father's day which, despite the March/June influx, can actually be brought all year round...Christmas is the only time of year it is acceptable to eat (read: gorge) on the one, the only, CHRISTMAS PUD. And what a splendidly incredibly wonderfully marvelous time of year that is.

It's Loggi time of year!

Last year after some festive Pinterest searching and a few too many mince pies, me and Mikey decided to embark on some light woodwork. Three hours later and covered in sawdust...Loggi was born. This year, an army of Loggis (read: 11 Loggis) descended upon my local town after we got our act together and sold a few at our local Christmas Fayre. Next year we are aiming for world domination - if we can find an electric chain saw that is...elbow grease is not the one.