I have never participated in Race For Life myself. It has always been my friends or people I know who have done it. I never deemed myself physically fit to be doing something like running for 5km while people cheer you on like you’re doing an 80 acre marathon. I have always admired the people who did so. I just never counted myself among any of them.
This year, that’s all changed. My little sister sent me a text a few months ago, asking if I would join her in doing it. It was a surprise in itself because, as a standard nerdy teenager, she is the laziest person I think I’ve ever met. All she does is stay in her room on her laptop, watch Disney/Marvel movies, or plainly just sleep. But you know what, I said yes! Yes! I will do Race For Life this year! I have always wanted to, I just needed that push from someone else to get me into it! Now, as a contributor, I am really proud. I almost can’t wait – although some trips to the gym/swimming pool may be needed before I jump straight in.
Caitlyn & Me at the beach
Our date to run isn’t until July but hopefully we will have just as much sunshine as this week has brought for us! As a girly girl, I will most definitely be wearing pink – something tells me I might have to bully my sister into doing the same thing however. If you would like to sponsor us, please follow the link below. Our target is £20 and I’d really like it if we could make it – or even better beat it! If you yourself have lost someone to cancer, or know someone who has had it and fought it, we’d really appreciate your donations. I will also be donating – there is no point participating if you don’t give yourself too.
We are called star spangled girls. Yes, that’s a Captain America reference. I told you she likes Marvel films …
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!
Being a university student, I don’t get to see my family as often as I always used to, and whenever I come home they always beg me not to leave. Last night was no exception, apart from the only one begging me to stay was my Dad, and for a change not my sisters. That is because they knew there was a surprise in store for our Dad the very next morning – and I was a part of it.
So last night I drove home (listening to Harry Potter all the way home, driving like a maniac when the knight bus soundtrack came on). And this morning, when my sister text me to say my Dad had gone out to the beach for a couple hours, I raced over as fast as I could, cat basket in hand and about nine carrier bags full of presents stuffed into my car!
I, too, was about to become a live and human present for my Dad. He didn’t think I was coming home until Christmas Eve, so this was the ultimate gift!
Here’s me, all wrapped up: an early Christmas present:
I curled into a ball and lay still on the floor for approximately 30 minutes until he arrived home.
“You have to open it now, Dad. It needs to be opened today,” they said while I lay wrapped in paper, and still. “I can’t open it now,” he said, “it’s not Christmas! I’ll open it on Christmas Day”. Then came a lot of loud protest, and I felt him edge towards my wrapped up form. Then, slowly, and carefully, he started tearing the paper and I stifled giggles and deep breaths!
When he finally saw it was me and spied my floral pink dress and dark ebony hair beneath all the wrappings he started laughing and I jumped up and wished him a merry christmas!
Afterwards, he told me it was the best Christmas gift ever.