So we have all heard of FOMO right?! The fear of missing out. I very much had this when I was at uni. I spent so many nights sewing away and greeting my housemates in the early hours of the morning after their night out and feeling so down I couldn't go out that I often ditched my uni work. I hated that they always had a fun event to go to our huge house party and I always had so much uni work to do.
Well, now I'm all partied out and have bills to pay I love missing out. Sorry girls, it's true- I am least likely going to say yes to a night of dancing and wine than I am to a night in at yours with cheese, mocktails and 90s music videos. (When can this happen again Amy?!).
I have teamed up with Ladbrokes Bingo to take part in their #JOMO challenge. That's right- 'JOY of missing out'. When I was asked to take part I couldn't think of a more apt challenge for me. I took my homebird butt to the stores and filled my basket up with delicious cakes, pretty biscuits, scones and clotted cream, tea and pink lemonade. I hosted a small 'coffee table tea party' and invited my mother and one of my sisters over for a wedding catch up and bridal shower meeting!
No tea party is complete without pretty tea cups and macarons... we nibbled on parisian biscuits and earl grey tea cupcakes, scones with jam and clotted cream, battenburg biscuits and numerous pots of tea. I did suggest a pyjama party but mother claimed she wouldn't be able to get dressed to drive back home so we decided against it on this occasion!
Whilst sipping our teas we discussed wedding day details (only 7 weeks away! Eek.) and potential seating plans. But more excitingly we discussed my bridal party in Paris next weekend.
My bridal party will be much of the same thing... why waste pennies on getting drunk, losing a shoe (& the memory of the whole night), flashing sashes and greasy early morning food- when you can gallivant around Paris, nibbling on macarons and Amorino floral ice creams, french pastries and stunning floral garden gazing instead?!
Gone are the days when we used to spend way too much money on alcohol that didn't stay in our system for too long, taxis home and a weekend in bed feeling ill and regretful. The morning after spent frantically searching yours and your friend's facebook profiles to see what photographs you had been tagged in or to remind yourself of what actually happened between the moment you left the club and the moment you woke up miraculously in your bed successfully wearing your pyjamas.
I cannot even imagine myself doing that ever again to be honest! Give me clean sheets, a new pair of pyjamas and fluffy socks, a film and some tea and biscuits and I am a very happy 28 year old little soul.
How many of you are a #JOMO kind of person rather than a FOMO?! Pyjamas over tight 'breathe in' disco dresses? Milk and cookies over vodka and chips? A whole weekend for happy adventure over a weekend of achy, room spinning bed time? Inexpensive DVDs and popcorn over an empty purse and a broken phone? Hmm... Oh the joys of missing out!