These are the November/April musings.
- I bought a new hairbrush. The old one was looking the worse for wear (this seems to be the case with a fair bit of my stuff lately). It is apparently perfect for catwalk styles. Now, it’s a few months until my next show; in the meantime, I can report that the (Label M) hairbrush feels nice on my scalp and can be brushed through hair. It’s also reasonably priced at around $26. I’ll let you know about the catwalk stuff once I’ve decided who I’m walking for next season.
- Good things: looking in the fridge and seeing tonight’s dinner is already made because I made a massive dish last night; coming home from a day out and realising I haven’t thought about my feet once, because I was wearing the best trainers in the world. (Recently, I feel as though I should write sneakers/trainers/runners, as this blog is a global phenomenon and all that. You’re an intelligent bunch, though.) The thing about wearing the most comfortable trainers in the world is that they are not, unfortunately, the most stylish trainers in the world. So I have my super-skinny jeans on, I think I’m gorgeous, then I spot the big purple feet. But it’s a minute price to pay for comfort. (So old. I am SO OLD.)
- Not-so-good things: my voice. Oh God, my voice! I’m so bloody Northern! I was listening to my voice notes – remember me saying I’d try to do the voice notes? I did some! Except, all I did was make the notes; I have only just got around to listening to them (most are dated April...). I cannot believe what I sound like. How have I never before recorded and listened to my own voice? Probably because I am a normal person, not given to listening to recordings of myself, but still. No WONDER so many people ask me where I’m from when I’m out – what an accent! Also, no wonder my husband calls me Mel B...
- A charity street person stopped me and asked if I wanted to Save The Children. I said no. (I know. It was a reflex: I felt horrid when I realised what I’d said.) Then he asked why not! I wish I’d just been honest and said that I give money to the charities I want to, not the ones I’m pushed to. But I didn’t. Next time, I’m going to be honest. I didn’t think it was very cool of him to ask, though, and what did he think he’d achieve by finding out my (or anybody’s) 'reasons'?
- This is how old my voice notes are: I just listened to one about the paper test. The what? Indeed. Because it was that long ago we’re over it! The paper test. Where weird people hold a piece of A4 paper in front of them and take a photo to show that they are thinner than a piece of paper. Now, my mum and mum-in-law will probably be baffled right now. What what what is this? (They don’t fiddle around with the web/Facebook.) So at the bottom of the page (because I can't seem to insert it in here), is what I’m on about. Please don’t be ashamed of me, mums: it turns out I am fatter than a piece of paper! The horror :) Now, where did this start? More importantly, how? And why? Why would anyone want to be thinner than a piece of paper? Why would you want people to know you are thinner than a piece of paper? What is this world coming to?
- I have made things from wool. First time in ages. Two tea cosies. It’s dark now, but I’ll photograph them when it’s not dark and maybe even do a little post on them. One has a pom-pom...
See you in December, if not before x