Perm It Up

I’m getting a perm tomorrow! I cannot believe this is finally happening. I have wanted a perm for so long, as far back as I can remember. I always remember looking at my parents’ wedding photographs because my mum had a perm back then. Her hair was blonde whereas mine is very dark; almost as dark as ebony like Snow White’s. I have always been jealous of my friends who had curls. They would always just ram a straightner right through their hair. Didn’t they know how beautiful it was?

From the very first time I watched Father of the Bride I desperately wanted hair like Annie’s – the bride. I loved the way it was just at the right length and the way it bounced whenever she ran down the stairs into the arms of either her father or her fiancée. It just looked so pretty. I also really wanted her wedding shoes. They were to die for. Well actually I still want them even now.

The shoes Annie Banks wore in Father of the Bride!

As a fan of Taylor Swift, I adore her curls from when she was sixteen. I’m not so keen on the vintage style bob cut she’s got going on right now. I prefer her look in Tim McGraw or Our Song much more.

I mean, look how beautiful?!

I’ve told my hairdresser to go for curls of these kind, so hopefully when it’s all done I can be a cute, curled up princess looking thing! I want to keep my full fringe as my eyebrows and forehead are things I rarely like to show off. As I work at Claire’s I’m a real girly girl and rarely ever wear anything but a dress. So hopefully this look will enhance my (even dorkier) image! My appointment is tomorrow afternoon. I don’t know how long I have to sit in the chair for but I’m sure I won’t be bored.

I will definitely have my book.

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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!

BABYSITTING

I realised I haven’t done a blog post about cats in absolutely ages. It’s not that I’ve become bored of them – AS IF! I have just been without internet for a while so without further ado … LET’S TALK ABOUT CATS.

My friend from work has told me she is going away for the week and was struggling to think of anybody to look after and stay with her kitten whilst she was away. Needless to say, I told her, why are you looking any further than at me? She agreed, and I’m now babysitting for the week a three month old kitten – who despite his age is like a GIANT compared to my own cat. She is seven months but is still a little titchy thing! I vow to be the best temporary mother that this kitten has ever seen. I’ve even stocked up and got his favourite treats in the cupboard for when I go and see him.

I’m terrible for feeling guilty when I leave animals alone, especially at night. Even at the zoo, I feel bad leaving them there, I just feel like they need some company. Although animals in zoos probably love it when the public all go home. Back at my non student-y home, we keep the rabbits indoors so they don’t have to spend all their days outside and alone in complete darkness at night times. What can I say, I’m a softie for the softies!

I am so excited to be this little chap’s new temporary mummy. His name’s Oreo, which is adorable, although I’ll try not to sneak him any of the actual biscuits. I know Mal – my kitten – has already had the pleasure of eating mine and only leaving crumbs while my back was turned. My friend said I can spend however long I like at hers, looking after him, keeping him company etc. I’m pretty sure she only asked me to feed him everyday but I can’t bear the thought of him all alone so I’ll set up camp there for the week and come home at night times to tend to my own cat. I’m even going to bring her along with me to meet him at some point during the week.

I will openly admit, I am hoping they might fall a little bit in love.
It’ll be like having little playdates. I just hope they don’t hate each other. They’re both black and white, so they’d have gorgeous babies! Even though I’ve made sure that’s quite impossible to happen by taking her to the vets some time last month.

Imagine, baby kittens as a result of a week long kitty romance!

I love spoiling my cat. She sleeps right next to me, and on my shoulder at night times and always comes running if I call her name. If I go shopping, I always look if there are any cute things I can get for her. She is my baby. Through and through. Cats are way better than human babies. Yesterday I went to Pets At Home and bought her a few treasures. I bought her some Dreamies – she goes completely beserk for them and has already tried to run off with the packet in her mouth every time she gets into the cupboard. I also got her a new nametag for her collar. It’s silver with three tiny, pink gems dotted along the bottom, in a heart shape, of course, and with her name in capitals letters stenciled in to it. She looks just gorgeous.

I also got her a bow.

Isn’t it cute?

Here’s one of her face, just so you can all see how grown up she’s looking now! If you scroll through my older blog posts you will be able to see photos of her as a teeny tiny baby, with matts of fur and fluff flying fuzzy all over her body. Now, she’s such a big girl, although still very tiny.

Once I am babysitting Oreo during the week I will be sure to take lots of photos of him. So keep holding your breaths for photos of that once I do my next post! He just has the cutest face, I have to commit it to the rest of the blogging community. Maybe I’ll even take photos of him with a packet of Oreos by his side.

TTFN.x

I have so missed blogging about cats ….

OPPRESSED MAJORITY

I am not usually so strongly opinionated on the concept of feminism. I understand why it exists and why it is so strongly felt. But I am never usually one to rant and rave about it and protest against how women are inferior to men. After watching the short French film OPPRESSED MAJORITY however I was deeply motivated to shout, and rant, and rave, and yes – protest!

Everybody, as it has been said already, should definitely watch this film and take note of it. Within it, gender roles are reversed and the sexism and utter abuse that is shown is quite frankly outrageous. Now, I myself have never come across this abuse – verbal or physical – but I know that some women, lots of women, have and it is our job to stand up and make a mark against the ridiculous people who think they can use such ignorant language.

Watch the short film here.: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4UWxlVvT1A

As the film progressed, I found myself as a viewer becoming deeply uncomfortable and unsettled by the footage being produced. There is nothing shown that is so explicit, yet the language and the treatment of the man in the film, both by strangers and even his loved ones, is unnerving.

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Still from Oppressed Majority

And tomorrow, as well as it being Valentine’s Day, it is also I am happy to tell you VAGINA DAY.
Well, V-Day.
V-Day is the global activist movement campaign that is against violence towards women. The V in V-Day stands for

  • Victory
  • Valentine
  • Vagina

As being a part of this movement, today I made some pink cupcakes which will be sold tomorrow at my University, all proceeds going towards the movement.

Sadly not decorated like vaginas, but they’re pretty and pink nonetheless

I don’t think the movement is very well known. Commercialism has talked of nothing less than about money-making Valentine’s Day. So please, instead of telling everybody ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ why not shout across the halls, write on the bathroom cubicle walls, do a pirouette and dance up to people’s doors, and excitedly tell them ‘Happy Vagina Day!’

Please.
It’s a worthy cause.

Feel free to also add your responses to the film in the comment section.