Pack Horse.

Shout out to the few ladies that got in touch to say that they also go sans bra from time to time. I salute you.

It’s a Saturday night and I am packing my suitcase. Actually that’s not true. I’m taking things OUT of my suitcase because I have an awful habit of overpacking for any given trip. 

Basically, I’ve got to go back to Nottingham tomorrow for my rescheduled graduate scheme assessment. “But Zoe!” I hear you cry over the sound of the Wombats’ new album “don’t you have work tomorrow?”. Very good, stalker reader. I’m working until 2, then getting the train to Gloucester. Then a bus to Birmingham. Then another train to Nottingham. It’ll be utterly joyous, I’m sure.

I will be in Nottingham for a total of 20 hours (6 of which I’ll be asleep for), so I am doing my best to just pack one outfit, the one for the interview, but I’m really good at just sneaking in an extra T-shirt, or jumper “just in case”.

This is why capsule wardrobes have never worked for me. I’m too focused on every eventuality. Packing for Wales in a couple of weeks is going to be a nightmare, I can already tell.

17/04/15

…in which we learn that not wearing a bra for an entire day is a wholly liberating experience.

All In A Day’s Work.

On a day that I should have spent looking over some really important work, I have:

Joy Of Joys.

PRAISE THE LORD.

HALLELUJAH.

Colour Crazy.

I couldn’t take it any more.

My hair was starting to resemble the world’s worst dip dye, in that the colour changed less than three inches from my scalp.

There was nothing for it, but to cover my kitchen floor with charity shop bags before super heating some henna and slopping it onto my head. FUN FACT: Today was the first time since 2012 that I actually burnt myself whilst doing my hair. My finger and head are both still a little sore, but it really is my own silly fault.

 

That was the bright orange taken care of in today’s rainbow.

Because I have an interview on Monday, I will obviously have to have my nail varnish in tip-top condition, with nothing too lairy.

Until then though? Well.  

 

You just have to, don’t you? (As yes, thank you. That is a normal sized bottle of nail varnish. I just have small hands. Piss off.)

Shake It Off.

I thought I left stress and worry behind when I finished Uni.

I was so, so wrong. 

The next three weeks are really important and packed with trips away and events that are playing on my mind something utterly rotten. What’s even worse is that certain things are completely out of my control as of now, so worrying about them is as useful as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.

I guess I’m going to take a step back from things. Re-evaluate situations. Make things a lot more manageable. Try not to lose my shit.

Easier said than done though, hey?

Whip My Hair (Into Shape).

Every so often I get a little jolt of excitement when I learn that there’s a new hairstyle that I can learn how to do.

As you can tell, my life on the whole is pretty uneventful. Ahem. 

Once I stopped getting my hair cut short, I realised that there really were a wealth of opportunities when it comes to my barnet. First there were the beehives. Then came the French plaits that I’m still trying to get tidy and level. 

Now it’s hair bows. 

The thrill of creating something that bore some vague resemblance to Christmas present wrapping on top of my head was ridiculous. By my reckoning, as soon as I’ve got a couple more inches grown, (which shouldn’t take long considering I’m already going to have to trim my fringe again tomorrow) I should be able to create something pretty interesting.

I’d also like to profess my love at this point for over the top flower crowns and hair scarves, but only the ones with wire running through them. They are (PRO TIP) extremely helpful for covering up natural root colour regrowth if you’re as lazy as I am when it comes to dying your hair.

Life update: Work was exceedingly quiet, Sia’s album is great.

Bring Me Sunshine.

I am no longer trusting sunshine in any way. I woke up with it streaming through the gap in my curtains, then as soon as we opened the front door, I was nearly blown away by a freezing gust of wind.

I know I moan and complain a lot, but come ON Mother Nature, throw me a bone here. And that doesn’t mean making tomorrow hot when I’m in work for most of the day.

Today has been one made up of two main activities:

• Cooking with shortcrust pastry (we made a bacon and egg pie which wasn’t completely awful, and the leftover pastry was thrown into a baking tray along with some overripe pears to make “rustic” pear pies, because nobody has time for them all being uniform. Plus I didn’t have Paul Hollywood’s steely blue eyes boring into me, so I was really not concerned with presentation.) 

 

• Lying in bed half asleep feeling sorry for myself because all my wrist problems have flared up again, and I’ve got that creeping feeling that I’m coming down with something. I’d give my immune system a thumbs up, but it can’t help but think that would exacerbate my problems. I’m hoping that with enough sleep, I can bypass the worst of things, failing that I do have enough over the counter medicines in the house to open my own Boots franchise, so I’ll probably be fine.

Weather Vain.

So much for the hottest day of the year.

I GOT DRIZZLED ON. IT WAS UNACCEPTABLE. 

It was already looking overcast before we left the house, but I’d shaved my legs and painted my toenails so changing out of a skirt and sandals was not an option when effort had actually been made.

We went to a garden centre, we went to The Range. Both of which were surprisingly enjoyable outings, at least for me. I tend to suffer a little in terms of my mouth running away from me, as I feel the need to offer a constant soundtrack and narration regarding what’s going on, so I’m normally chatting away to nobody in particular until my parents have to tell me in no uncertain terms to shut up.

Tonight I finally got into my stride with Periscope. Providing you use a sufficiently click-bait esque title, you are bound to get several people watching who are up for a chat. The majority of viewers seemed obsessed with the fact I looked like either Velma from Scooby Doo (understandable) or Ginny Weasley (more surprising). I also spent a big chunk of time educating some American musicians about what life is like in England. They were particularly interested to learn that we do actually have tortillas over here. That’s what technology means now, guys. It means I can watch people hulling strawberries and eating soup in their own kitchen whilst I’m tucked up in bed.

Drag Me Back.

Back to the non-holiday world with a bump.

A bump in which I attempted to tidy my room, but ended up watching a stack of drag queen transformation videos that had been recommended by Aislinn whilst trying to make my hair as big as possible without drawing attention to my roots. It was mostly unsuccessful, but my French plaits from two days ago kept my hair wavy, so I did feel a bit like a mermaid.

Tomorrow (I think) is set to be the hottest day of the year, so rather than going and collecting my hard drive and computer, I’ve elected to go to the garden centre with my parents. I’ve no idea what happened to the old Zoe, but this one seemingly wants to frolic among the flowers wearing a wide brimmed hat and massive sunglasses. I am in no position to stop her.