Times have really changed you know? Long gone are the days when I would have had solid New Years Eve plans. When I would have secured tickets for somewhere that the drinks would be flowing, when I would need to go shopping for something glamorous and I would get excited with my friends for weeks leading up to the big day. I’ll be honest, back in my more wild days, those ‘New Years Eve’s’ never quite went to plan. There was one year we tried to…ahem… smuggle our friend over a pub garden wall because she couldn’t get tickets, one year my other friend fainted, one year I realised that my relationship at the time was over and all fuelled by too many alcoholic beverages and sealed by singing a rather interesting version of ‘Auld Lang Syne’ and it would be a ‘Happy New Year To All!’
Those were exactly the times that they should have been. Young, wild and free. With nothing else to do than have a lot of fun (which, I did!) and make the mistakes (which I did!), that I like to think have made me a good person now (I hope anyway!).
I mean it’s not grim now. New Years Eve is still special. And apart from one year when I was pregnant with Noah, had the flu and could just about squint my eyes open mid-sleep as the clock struck twelve… as always, I have thoroughly enjoyed them. I like to be around family, people I love and care about and people that I wish the year ahead will be kind to. You won’t find me curled up at home with a book and a solitary party popper. I still crave a plan. It’s just now, my plans include two little people who I want to see the new year in with (even though they are usually fast asleep on the sofa covered in confetti and the streamers from MANY party poppers going off around them. Of course they don’t hear a peep so I kiss their little cheeks and whisper ‘Happy New Years’ into their ears. I really mean it too. More than they will ever know anyway.
This year, my nearest and dearest whipped out our cowboy hats, denim, dungarees and plaid and made our way to my big sisters house for a Country and Western Party. And just like every year…there were jelly shots and just like back in the day, the drinks were flowing. We listened to Dolly Parton, sang out loud to the songs we grew up with and danced. My mum got tipsy on cosmopolitans for the first time in years and started singing out a rather diverse, if not a little random, rendition of ‘Love on the rocks’ by Neil Diamond and by the end of the night, she was feeling a little peculiar and soppy. Yes Mum ‘I love you too!’…..
And true to form, Noah and Ellenah were fast asleep. Noah clutched a blow up cowboy under his arm and had one leg hooked over the recliner chair, mouth open and dreaming (big hopefully!) and Ells looked peaceful and still, oblivious to the party cascading around her. I kissed them like always. I hope their year is just so wonderful. I’m glad I managed to catch a little snap of them before we went to the party. Their bond gets me in the heart, really and truly.
I didn’t get too many photographs really. I was too busy living in the moment and seeing in the New Year the right way if Im honest. And because we are being honest and all…some of the photographs are hidden on my hard drive because if I so much as pretend to put them near a blog post, my mama will not be impressed, I mean she was really singing!
I hope you like the photographs that I did capture and I know we are already flying through January and all but what did you get up to on New Years Eve? Did you make any resolutions or get a New Years kiss?
Love, Ria x
P.S. ‘Let’s Sparkle This Year’ x