Perm!

So yesterday I got a perm. I was so excited all day. They washed my hair about three times and I had my hair in rollers for most of the duration of when I was in the salon. When they put all the lotion my hair STANK. I cannot even describe how offputting that smell is and it was so, so strong. I can still smell it on my hair now, but it’s faded a lot now (thankfully!)
So, well, here it is. After years of wanting curly hair permanently I FINALLY NOW HAVE IT! I text my best friend as soon as I got out the salon unashamedly declaring “FINISHED. I LOOK BEAUTIFUL NOW!” I didn’t really care if it was boastful of me. I HAD BEAUTIFUL HAIR! I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to be pleased about it. I even went straight to the toilets where I could privately do a little dance in front of the mirror, watching my curls flounce about.

Result! Now the only thing to do is head to the beach and pretend I’m a surfer babe because I totally rock the beach curls thing.

It’s Prom Season!

I love working at Claire’s Accessories because, although we may get grouchy customers who demand their money back or tut, rolling their eyes, when I tell them how much ear piercing is, I still get to dress up like an idiot almost everyday, if my heart so desires. I can become a bumblebee, a ladybird, or even a butterfly. Witches, ghouls, zombies and skeletons during Halloween season you can see aplenty if you peep into the doors of your nearest Claire’s Accessories.

Right now, it is prom season. And last week I got to look like this:

Is the pink a little bit startling?

 

My little sister is in her last year of secondary school and she’s picked out her dress, what her hair will look like – she’s even going to, dare I say it, wear a little makeup! On Monday, I took the opportunity of having the day off University and took her out shopping to get some little bits for her big day. We spent the whole day milling around shops to get her some shoes, accessories and a shawl to match her dress. She begrudgingly tried on every pair of shoes I picked out, hardly even bothering to look at herself in the mirror when she tried on the shawls/cardigans, and finally we came back around to one of the first shops we went in – and bought her the perfect shoes.

We dressed her up in her fetching 1920s-esque prom wear and took LOADS of photos. She usually never even bothers washing her hair, so to see her like this was enough to bring tears to my dad’s eyes. She even let me style her hair, despite me burning her ear so much that it has actually started to peel a few days afterwards.

She’s a good girl really, and although this look isn’t your average billowing, pretty princess ball gown type of prom dress she is very happy. It has real 1920’s kind of tassles and is surprisingly heavy. It will look so beautiful when she gets all dancing in it.

I think it’s safe to say, I am a very proud big sister right now. I just wish she would be more girly all the time!

‘Safe’

As a uni student, we are told to undertake several writing challenges a week which I find incredibly stimulating and love doing it. I feel it lets my creativity out more, as a writer. One task this week was to take three different texts and muddle them together somehow. So, I took the lyrics of one of my favourite songs (Eric Church: Springsteen), a transcript of the diaologue from the new Haribo Starmix advert, and of course a line from one of the best TV shows, Firefly, which I then expanded on and just used the content.

I muddled all these together and came up with taking the form/layout of lyrics, a title ‘Gold Bears’ which the head business woman with a child’s voice squeaks out to her colleague in the Haribo advert, and the content and setting of that particular Firefly episode. I thought I’d put it up on here for other people to read, critique and leave their thoughts on, whether silently or type it away on your keyboard to me. If it’s any matter, here it is:

The character with strong stature and rustic thick brown hair
Wears a maroon shirt covered with lightly coloured braces
His boots say something of menace in his walk
Like a man who knows how to reason with evil folk
When it comes to it

The other, a tall muscular man with ashen, wire-like hair
Stands apart from him, the gloves he wears ones of
Good wear and tear, designed to protect the fleshy hand
From wary destruction of what he’s handling
In this instance: cattle

The cattle roam and they rumble
About the hovercraft that these men of goodwill have captivated them inside
Like shipmen, they boast and they banter about the rickety
Structure that is the first man’s dream and home:
Its name holds up like a beaconed torch of light: Serenity

One wise, and one a mercenary type, they unite as space tradesman
Prattling around the orbits of space with their crew
Both happy, both unhappy
Their lives are located on this ship
And nowhere else

Having landed on a distant rural planet
They get set and ready for the makers they’re about to meet
That is, the makers of their privy fortune
Having not eaten actual food for weeks, they were rather peckish
‘Alas’, they thought, ‘finally some hands on a bit of wealth?!’

The first, with his bare and brawny hands, pulled the lever
And warned the second to keep clear of the cattle,
Not to get sorely trampled
The reverse door mechanically opened
Like an old time earth bound garage

The cattle stampeded out of the large gateway
Their clackaty hooves banging down hard on the floor
Out onto the dusty sandpath and into the fenced pen
Ready for them to eat and graze
And eat and graze

The mercenary type, the burly one, held a whip in his strong arms
And smacked each cattle, one by one
Eager to get them off the ship
The stench was by far enough for him

‘Y’know they walk just as easy if you lead ‘em’ the first told him
A sense of quirked amusement in his voice
The second, merely looked back at him, a gleam in his eye
‘I like smackin’ ‘em’ he protested
Whilst the first only rolled his eyes

Finally done, and with the loading deck squandered in cowpat
The two stretched their legs onto unfamiliar planet soil
The braces around the first hung tight
And the heat made him sweat through his shirt
Everything on this planet was burning

With the trade’s cash in mind
The first rotated the field
Looking for the men he desperately wanted to see
So they could give him his money
And get the hell off this planet so he could eat

You may say it falls flat at the end. I know this, but I only had 300-450 words to use up but, hey, if you’re intrigued why not watch the actual episode? This particular one is called ‘SAFE’ – it’s brilliant. You should watch it.
And, if anybody’s slightly confused over the sources I’ve used, I’ve taken the liberty of posting them up here for you just in case. All you have to do is follow the link.

TTFN.x

Fancy Dress, New Year

As it was new years last night we thought it’d be a good idea to do everything in style; and what says style and sophistication more than classic fancy dress? ;D

We enjoyed it so much, even little Mal joined in. Here she is, dressed exquisitely as a ladybug!

We had a great night, filled with chanting down to that pivotal midnight strike on the clock, or watch, or digital phone time to drinking and playing card games until 3 o’ clock in the morning!

Happy New Years, to anybody who reads this. May your year in 2014 be incredibly special.