That quiet period between Christmas and new year. When no one knows what day it is, nobody (nobody sane anyway) really wants to go anywhere and everyone is sick of talking to each other so you actually get a bit of time to chill the hell out. Read a magazine or 5. Refresh your brain and get ready for the new year.
Bloody love that time. Red magazine christened it #twixmas. I tweeted that I fully agreed, they stuck said tweet in their magazine. The magazine that fell through my letterbox on December 31st. All fresh and shiny. Ready to be read (great wording there Kate) maybe in the bath. With a cup of tea. And a bath oil. I did say I liked to plan. All thanks to the lovely magazine.co.uk – Happy Christmas to me!
Now, I love my magazines. I get it from my mum, there’s not a time in my life where I don’t remember her buying at least 3, once a week. One for the crosswords, one for the stories, one for the gossip. Now, she’s on about 5 or 6 but she shares them out between us after, so it doesn’t really count. I love when she circles a story or leaves a message on the pages that she thinks I’ll be interested in, or a funny quote, always makes me smile! H is the same, she loves a magazine, C does too but he usually picks them based on their freebies. He has no loyalty that boy.
I however, do have loyalty to my magazines. Red has always been my favourite. If I could only buy one, it would be that one. Glossy but not full of ads. Enough content to keep you interested, good fashion. Grown up but not boring. And yes, quite often, good freebies! So getting it through my door each month (before it hits the shelves) is my kind of heaven! It’s like belonging to a club or something. Sometimes I want a quick read, full of gossip and trash so I’ll grab one of the weeklies, but Red is for that proper quiet time. I refuse to even open it until I know I can read the whole thing from start to finish, uninterrupted.Read More