Goodbye, hello.

So I meant to update. And do a few blogs, not least of all my round up of 2011. Then I was suddenly employed, dealing with a poorly Gof, struggling at college and part dreading, part looking forward to Christmas. I flailed. And worried. Made cake pops and watched too many Christmas movies and drunken knock off Baileys because we couldn’t justify spending that much on the real deal.

The end of 2011 was bittersweet. Last year seen a turning point in a lot of ways, both focused and floundering. I went back to college but still couldn’t find work. Then in November, I did – La Senza hired me as a Christmas temp, which had potential to become permanent. I strove to excel, which was easy since I was dealing with a range of stock that I as a loyal La Senza customer, had prior and detailed knowledge of. I loved it there. I was routinely complimented for doing such a great job, and I had high hopes I would be kept on. Then La Senza went into administration. Last ones in were the first out. The ladies I had the fortune to work alongside, ladies who had mostly worked there for years, are worried about their jobs. At the time of writing, La Senza have announced 81 stores will close. So far, this does not include the store I worked in, but my heart aches for all those nationwide who need to start 2012 with job hunting. Me, I’m back to square one. No biggie. I’m upset, but I’ve been here a long time. At least I’ll get, as one of the shift managers said – a fucking stonking reference. For just over a months work, it’s a blessing.

It’s no longer a secret to the majority who read this blog that Gof is off work and has been for a while because he stopped being able to handle the pressure of working in what has been, for a long time, a very tense environment. He’s spent years being strong and now his strength needs to be directed to helping himself be well again. He is finally getting the help he needs and although it’s tough now, this will be the foundations of a better life and stronger resolve to find a new love what he does next. I’m not going to lie, as the crazy person in this relationship it’s been heartbreaking to watch him suffer, and scary to be the one who needs to be, well – strong. In that though, I am also thankful that it has made me realise how far I have come, that I have the will to keep going and support him now. It makes me grateful for him, and for everyone in my life who has been the rock I clung to in my own efforts to better mental health. I now know first hand what it must have been like to be on the outside, desperately trying to help someone you love. Basically, I’m glad of what I went through because I’m using the memories of me at my worst to empathise and help my love right himself and steady his course. We’ll get through. We always do.

So I say a fond farewell to 2011 and look forward to exploring the many changes it wrought. With everything that has gone before, we are now set firmly on a path of exciting new discoveries and with a determination that has very quietly but firmly snaked into both of us over the course of the last few month. Now is the time to make it happen.

Coffee & Hot Tease will continue to make it’s presence known in various fairs and shows. I will complete my NC, and potentially go further, to HNC/D level. I will get a new job. Gof will work towards his hopes and dreams too, but I’ll let him tell you about that here. I’m going to write more too.

Most importantly, I decided my New Years Resolution is I’m going to experiment more with hair styles. Last night’s 60′s inspired beehive was a hit. Don’t worry, it’s always gonna be RED.

Health, wealth (in any form) and happiness. This is my hope for you. All the best in 2012.


Weekly Update 8.12.11

All hail #hurricanebawbag!!

In all seriousness, hope everyone is safe, warm and dry!


In which I rant. A lot.

I’m coming out. So to speak. I can’t hide what I feel for fear of people going crazy. The more info out there the better.

Kandee Johnson grinds my gears. For the record, being informed does NOT make me a hater. Let’s agree to disagree.

Also, sort it out Paypal. Don’t punish good deeds when you ignore the bad deeds.

Oh, and one more thing. I’m fat. Feel free to remind me constantly in your rebuttal, it makes your argument more valid than mine.

http://thegreengeeks.wordpress.com/2011/12/06/why-paypal-is-wrong-regarding-r…

http://www.regretsy.com/2011/12/07/paypal-update/

http://gurugossip.omgforum.net/t9496-cliff-notes-on-kandee-please#338581


10 strange things about moi.

1. I don’t like bubble bath. I’ve tried to, I love the smell and the idea of it, but I’ve just never really enjoyed a bath with all those annoying bubbles getting in the way of my book!


 2. I sleep better when I fall asleep watching the Lord of the Rings movies, or the special features. I think it’s because I know them so well I’m comforted by their familiarity when insomnia kicks in.

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3. I always say thank you to the flame as I snuff out a candle. I suppose it is the Pagan in me.

(link)

4. I need to have the toilet roll the “right” way. That is to say, over not under, if you get that? Just me then?

5. I get the greatest sense of accomplishment when I make a list of things to do for the day, and score them off one by one.


6. I enjoy making cakes more than I enjoy eating them. It’s not to say I don’t make yummy cakes, but I love the ritual of measuring, sifting and mixing, and watching them become something tasty.


7. I love the smell of disinfectant, and Pears soap. More than any perfume.


8. I still write angst ridden teenage emo poetry even though I’m 27 and should know better. I save it to laugh at myself later.

9. When I open a can of juice, I move the ring pull 90 degrees to the left. It started at the G, when at least 5 of us would be drinking the same type of cider, because then I always know which one is mine.


10. I love to drink milk after I’ve brushed my teeth. It’s oddly refreshing and tasty, although I then need to brush my teeth again.

I’m odd. I know it.


I had such good intentions…

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Link to mentioned post here

I’m sick of grey. So today was going to be a day for me to embrace COLOUR and tell the dark and dingy Scottish sky fuck you I won’t do what you tell me, or something. After a few week of being loaded with the cold, and my nose still red, I determined that I would cheer myself up and cover myself in the rainbow.

Pumped up and ready to sack my clothes, I realised very quickly that today would not be that day. When did I get so careful? Black vest tops. Black leggings. Black dresses. Black black black. Even most of my underwear is black. And it’s not in a gothic way, although I still love the style I grew out of it years ago, only to pick it up every so often for a night out. No, this is laziness. I love clothes but I seem now to only buy the bare essentials, a quick visit to get what I need and gone. Maybe it’s because I need to be careful with money, maybe it’s because I feel fat and frumpy most days and feel safer in black. Maybe all that and more. Thing is, I’m soooo over it. Done. My love affair with black isn’t over but I’m done hiding. It’s just an excuse not to try. I love clothes and I love colour and my repeated proclamations that I’m GOING TO LOSE WEIGHT DAG NAMMIT SO NO NEW CLOTHES UNTIL I DO doesn’t work. So I’m laying off myself for a while and trying a different tack. I’m just going to enjoy the body I have and love it for what it is.  Maybe one day I’ll have the body I used to.  Maybe not. But until then, life is about to get a lot brighter.

Watch this space.


weekly (5 weeks late!) catch up :D

 

I’m terrible. I haven’t updated in ages. Sorry. Must try harder.

THIS CHRISTMAS, PLEASE SUPPORT LOCAL & INDEPENDENT SMALL BUSINESSES!

My two favourite small businesses (except mine :P ) are Handy Woodcrafts and Bunny’s Beads

Other linkaroos…

Coffee and Hot Tease

Eye Candy

Trash & Burn

(They don’t know I’m advertising for them, I just love them :D )


Guest Post over at Dee’s kitchen!

I suppose I should have blogged yesterday, but Real Life dictated my pace – it’s mama’s last weekend in Glasgow before she heads home to Wales. I’ll catch up on all my blogging and videos this week, I promise!

When Dee put the word out that she wanted guest posts for her cookery blog, my first instinct was to send her a post on my favourite dish, steak chilli. Then I realised she lived in Oklahoma and probably has access to far superior chilli recipes than mine. And I say that still thinking my chilli is da bomb.

I digress, as usual.

So, I gave her the recipe we’ve taken to using quite alot, the delicious meal of awesomeness that is not only tasty, but works out helluva cheap. Healthy and bang for your buck? Yes please! Anyway, I keep saying I should write more recipes here and with Christmas coming up (I know, I know) I’ll try EXTRA hard to blog about the different food and things I make. Until then, please visit Dee’s blog and see my guest post, as well as her other posts. I love her other blogs too, Tea with Dee and Well Groomed Hippie, where we are allowed to see snippets of her life and also her political and moral opinions on the world. Finally she has recently started up This Will Be My Year, a promises to herself, growth sortof blog which inspired my post of a few weeks ago.

Anyway, after bombarding you with tons of links, I advise you to go get a cuppa tea or coffee, get comfy and enjoy the links! Oh, and make the delicious meal of awesomeness. You won’t regret it!

 


How I (try) to organise

Its a long running joke now that I have waay too much in the way of beauty products. At one point there was more make up in my fridge than food. True story. I kept my lipstick in there for freshness. And I hardly ate.

I was a bit too skinny back then.

Anyway, when I moved into this flat my immediate idea was to turn the large cupboard in the living room into a sort of make up dressing room. That dream crashed and burnt when I realised Gof was moving in, and moving in with a helluva lot of stuff. That cupboard became his computer room affectionately known as the gimp closet. I had to rethink my plans. And cry a little.

I’ve had a system in place now since that fateful time, but it took reading Violet Le Beaux’s blog on her beauty organisation  that made me think about my own. In general, I have my dressing table and my shelving unit in the bathroom.

So my make up sits mostly on my shelf in the bathroom. I tend to use more eyeshadow than anything else, so I have the single pots spread out, stackables are to the right (mostly Barry M Dazzle dusts :D ) and palettes to the forefront as I use them more. Foundations,  primers, powder, then mascara (still in love with my Masquara*) lipsticks and glosses/balms.

I prefer to stand at my bathroom mirror, with the magnifying mirror next to it, while I put on my make up. The lighting is le shit, but I’ll hopefully get that sorted soon.

Indie company aficionados will spot the pink unicorn in the room. Yes, I own Lime Crime. I supported Xenia’s career in a “look at her website every few months” sort of way, and when she released her own line I was genuinely pleased for her. I have been on a never ending quest to find the right red lipstick since I first seen Mae West grin. When I finally ordered, I got Retrofuturist and Siren loose shadow. I’ve never used the shadow. The lipstick? I wore once and it dried my lips out so much I wasn’t surprised to see a stain I just couldn’t shift. Like, seriously, I tried. Using a sugar olive oil scrub usually sorts my lips out but it didn’t fly this time around. So now they both sit gathering dust because I refuse to use them but also grudge throwing away things I paid way too much for. Lesson learned. And remembered whenever I look at them. For more info, check out the always fantastic Lipstick and Lightsaber’s two blog posts here and here.

Anyway, I digress.

The middle shelf has my brushes,  pencils, sharpeners, and face painting make up. My brushes are mostly no name, like the hot pink one you can see, art brushes out of (surprise surprise, an art store! Just make sure the bristles are soft enough for your face while still being able to hold the product.) I’ve also got Benefit brushes, which, to be honest, aren’t my favourite. I don’t use them unless I can’t be bothered cleaning my other ones!

Also, I seem to collect pencil sharpeners. Seriously, I’ve got loads.

I love my dressing table. It’s beautiful! What I’ve done here is take a mirror off at the right had side, primarily because I didn’t want it blocking any light from the window, which is admittedly huge, but in Scotland even daylight can be dull. It enabled me to put my two jewellery boxes there instead, the wooden one was my mama made for me, and the cute make up stylee one was a gift from Love’s mum. I collect more jewellery than I actually wear, but I find it difficult to part with any of it – just in case! The mask is a little sentimental thing, the silver contact juggling ball is resting on a wooden bangle my niece Cookie gave me when she was 5. The other thing of note is my beloved nipple tassles! Yup, those red leopard print tassles are always on display here, a daily reminder of my naughty side :P They were made by the very awesome Daiquiri Dusk, and you can find more of her designs here.

Inside my dressing table is my hair stuff, nail stuff and random lotions and potions! Nothing too fancy, just in an order that fits for me :D I’ve got bandanas, flowers, chopsticks and other hair accessories (always needed for bad hair days!), my brushes, and bobbles and bobby pins in the little box so they don’t go everywhere. Although they inevitably do. It’s a constant struggle.

Middle drawer is random stuff, like magazine freebies, kids shampoo (for cleaning my make up brushes), trial pots of lotions, etc etc.

Finally my nail drawer has polish, hand creams, nail kit, fake nail kits. Not pictured is remover, which is usually there, of course.

So that’s it. My organised chaos. I’m thinking about sticking calico to the back of the side mirror and pinning my hair flowers there so they don’t get smooshed but otherwise I’m pretty happy with what I’ve done.  It’ll no doubt change, evolve and grow as time goes on but that’s it for now. Just stop me if I start putting make up back in the fridge. Except if it’s Lush stuff. That’s allowed, if only because there’s products already there.

How do you organise?

*None of the companies mentioned know I exist. I bought all products mentioned, expect if it was a gift someone else paid for :) All opinions are mine. But not necessarily correct. Just mine.

Edited to add, I *do* know Daiquiri Dusk. Still paid for the tassles though. I meant the companies like Illamasqua and Benefit. Just wanted to be clear! :)


In which I come to the defence of Barbie, of all things!

Barbie isn’t my favourite toy in the world. I could wax lyrical about the various ways her very image and persona is harmful to growing children and their (hopefully) maturing minds. It’s easy, I’ve heard all about the damaging ways of the evil Mattel all my life.

But wait a minute, and look closer. Children derive pleasure from all sorts of silly toys and none of them are held up to the same level of accountability as Barbie. She is expected to be a realistic role model. A women with aspirations and goals outside pet doctor (never veterinarian, oddly) or home maker. Even the very real and difficult careers of teachers and doctor get the Barbie treatment, sanitised and playful. Like OMG U GUISE. How dare Mattel make something so whimsical and not at all true to life?!

IT’S FUCKING PLASTIC TOY.

The only reason we know Barbie is supposed to be female is those two triangular moulds on the torso. Otherwise, it’s just a doll, a doll I played with as a child for years without ever looking at her and thinking, why don’t I look like that. I didn’t do it with Barbie anymore than I did it with my Teen Mutant Ninja Turtle figure. Why? Because even my 5 year old mind knew the difference between a toy and reality. My Lucy doll is a rag doll, who used to have purple wool hair before my little sister ripped it out. She has a hat stitched onto her head. I never wondered what was wrong with me because I didn’t have a hat stitched onto my head. Again, I knew it was a toy.

Regardless, Barbie has been the blame for pretty much every problem young girls and women have. Who says so? Why, the adults, of course. Putting their own bias and insecurities onto a bit of shaped plastic instead of thinking the way a 5 year old does and realise it’s just a doll. Barbie will always be unable to reach any form of realistic expectations if if Mattel tried because everyone on the planet has a different idea of realistic. For some, it’s a size 22 short women wearing wolf t-shirts and leggings who clean for a living. Others think it’s vintage clothes and a career as a make up artist. Some think realistic is Jersey Shore. It’s all relative, and all true. Apart from Jersey Shore.

So, Tattoo Barbie. My only real gripe with this new addition to the family is the dog. Stupid idea, stupid name. It’s the only thing that makes the whole shebang seem like Mattel are deliberately trying to piss people off. Regardless, much of the articles I’ve read make little mention of the dog/cactus thing, and focus mainly on the fact that SHOCK!!! Barbie has tattoos!

But none of her incarnations has caused so much fuss as her latest: a rock chick with dyed pink hair, a chest and neck covered in tattoos and a small dog in a cactus suit called Bastardino.

My god, the world is going STRAIGHT to hell. I mean, if this unrealistically proportioned doll now has artwork ON HER NECK it means we are encouraging the young ‘uns to go out and get riddled with STDs! Seriously, that was a thing. Sack the notion of how tiny her waist is for now, even though we’ve been bitching about it for 50 years – she has PINK hair! The horror!

This is a fucking joke. Quick, what’s the most popular TV show right now? If you said Glee, you’re saying all sorts of things about your credibility as a grown up, and I love you for it. Season 3 opener, Quinn went bad. Pink hair and a tattoo. It was played for laughs, and pretty much everyone got it. It wasn’t a social commentary or a valid life style choice for the former cheerleader and she very quickly reverted back to her own look. That was it. It wasn’t telling young kids to get a tattoo of Ryan Seacrest anymore than saying smoking is cool (which, by the way was commented on very little!). So why, when you look at them together, a plastic toy and a real person (albeit, playing a character) – does the plastic toy get the dubious honour of leading tomorrow’s adults? Why should Barbie have to answer for the influence it may or may not have on young children?

Some have said it appeals to children’s natural desire to appear more grown up. Again, OMG U GUISE! Like a kiddie kitchen, a baby (that poops like real!) and all the other toys that affect a grown up (read, homemaker) lifestyle doesn’t appeal to kids either. But that’s ok, isn’t it? Playing house? Wearing an apron. Seriously, wanting to have pink hair is waaay more dangerous than thinking you know how to use an iron so try it with the real one. Just me?

This doll is more covered up than I’ve ever seen Barbie. So what if the style isn’t my personal taste, I still think she looks cute and would have less of a problem seeing my 9 year old niece try to replicate the look than Barbie’s other outfits. In fact said 9 year old niece, my Cookie, has insisted on her own choices of clothes since she could walk and enjoys a greater sense of self than I did at that age due to the careful encouragement and nurturing of her mother. Her style? Leggings, a tutu and a t-shirt feature frequently, a get up not entirely different to the one Inkd!Barbie sports. And Cookie ROCKS the shit out of it. Age appropriate and fun.

I have 3 tattoos. All of them have meanings special to me. I will be getting more. I’m 27. Many of my peers have beautiful ink across their bodies. Many of them even have children. The shocking thing is, they raise them well! Who’d have thunk it? And here’s me thing having symbols and lettering scrawled onto your body killed off the good parent gene. The fact of the matter is, having a tattoo is not the taboo it once was. When we get old and our tattoos wrinkle, it won’t look stupid because the majority of the population, for good or bad, has at least one. Even that shining figure of elegance and sophistication, Dita Von Teese, has a tattoo (10 internet points if you know what it is!). Maybe using a burlesque performer isn’t the best example, but I like to refer to her as often as possible! Today’s kids will grow and not think anything of the fact some people have decorated their bodies, and that’s a good thing. There’s so much you can judge a person on, the colour or colours of someone else’s skin shouldn’t be one of them.

In essence, I say the same thing I say every time adults get their panties in a twist over something like this. Why don’t YOU look at it from another angle? Why doesn’t someone else have to change to fit in with your views? Is there the slightest chance you might actually be wrong? Is this an opportunity to learn and expand your world view?

If a 5 year old can look at a doll and see a doll, so should we. If that 5 year old starts asking questions about why Barbie looks the way she does then you can talk to them about it. Start a dialogue. Or, simply don’t buy them. You have control over the content of your children’s life. Take responsibility for it.

I’ll end this by reminding you Mattel intended this to be an “Adult Collector’s Item”. If you choose to let your child play with it anyway, more power to you. Because incase I haven’t mentioned it enough – IT IS NOT REAL. IT IS A DOLL.

Next up, why parents are angry that the dinosaur toys they gave their children are too realistic after a small boy was eaten by one.


Never ever have I ever (and some I have..)

A post inspired by Deanna.

I’m 27, and although that means I’m still pretty young (and I appreciate that! I really do!), I’ve been ‘independent’ since I was 16, so I do sometimes feel older. In the UK, 16 is the youngest age you can hold your own tenancy, although I had to declare myself legally emancipated from my parents to survive past that since I wasn’t automatically legally an adult when I got my flat.

TL;DR – I’ve got 11 years of ‘adulthood’, and I’ve still never…

Got a passport (I keep meaning to!)

Seen a proper opera (as part of a ballet, yeah)

Had an engagement party (I’m on my second -last- engagement!)

Read the ‘A Song of Ice and Fire‘ series (I’m scared to now! LOVED the first season)

Seen Hellraiser (Seen scenes as a kid. Can’t watch the rest.)

Dyed my hair blonde (Every other colour though!)

Driven a motorbike (Rode on the back of one, but never took control. That sounds naughty)

 Finished a Zelda game (I get close but then….)

DRUNK CHAMPANGE BEFORE BREAKFAST (With breakfast on several occasions, but never before)

Had a NY slice of pizza (see No. 1)

Met a calorie I didn’t like (see, I’m fat)

Owned a brand new sofa (Salvation Army rules)

Shot a real gun (hmmm)

Got to the top of the rope in Gym class (see 3 above this one)

Liked Ricky Gervais (Keep him USA!! Please!)

Felt a maternal instinct (I’m an auntie, not a mama)

Wore braces (on my teeths)

Got 100% on Guitar Hero (I am le shit. But actually shit)

Been too cold or too hot (I’m grateful)

Found my unique talent (Please don’t let it be farting the alphabet, or… worse)

Learned to play piano (Keyboard I’m ok with)

Been in a film (In Glasgow? I’m not even trying!)

Completed college (But I will this year!)

Had clothes tailored to my size. (I keep switching, to be fair)

Learned a martial art. (Should I?)

Found a beer I enjoyed (The whole wheat thing doesn’t help)

Ever enjoyed Star Wars (I will give it another go)

But I have….

Sang in public (on a world-famous stage!)

Met famous people who were nice (Gillian Anderson being number 1)

Flashed a crowd (On Duke Street. It was a bet. I’m sorry)

Cried at a movie/music/book/ballet (City of Angels/God’s Home Movie/My Sister’s Keeper/Romeo & Juliet spring to mind)

Broke a bone (by nosed)

Rode a horse (Several, namely Pepper :D )

Been to see a film alone (several. Recently The Time Traveller’s Wife – cried at the book)

Had teeth removed (Wisdom teeth, too many teeths in small mouth)

Seen Kevin Smith LIVE!

Played in the rain. (with 8 of my childhood friends. We still reminisce)

Kept a plant alive (Only one! Still going strong!)

Forgot my natural hair colour (First dye job, I was 13)

LARP’d around (Card carrying for 4 years)

Got a stupid tattoo (but I love to remember the memory)

Been in love (3 times. Never regretted any of it)

Wore tippex on my nails (White polish wasn’t readily available!)

Ate homemade sushi (My Love is awesome)

Wore far too much make up and loved it (Most days)

Hated one person. Only. Ever. (I don’t regret it.)

Modelled for a runway show. (I was the plus size model & loved it!)

Oh…. I’ve done more…

Haven’t you?

Tell me!


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