(You may have noticed my recent trend in using brackets and italicised font at the end of my post to give you updates and snippets of information. I’m kinda enjoying it.)
(In other news, it’s the vote over Scotland’s independence today. For those of you who don’t know and haven’t guessed from that summary, Scotland is voting on whether it should become independent from England.
I’m glad that I don’t have to vote.)
(You know, if you’re in a baking mood, I’m pretty sure that chocolate fridge cake is the easiest cake it’s possible to make. I made it with my friend to celebrate International Chocolate Day and it has literally four steps: crush biscuits, melt chocolate, mix, chill. It tastes great, too.)
(I’m really liking this brackets-italics thing. Trust me, it’s different from writing in non-italics-without-brackets. It has a different tone, I’m telling you. Well, ish.)
(And, as always, I shall finish by letting you know that my computer is still out of action. And it will be until further notice, so I might have to stop leaving you these notes.)
(That makes me sad.)
I feel like I’m supposed to write a dramatic and heartfelt post, now, after coming pretty close to giving up on my blog.
However, I can’t really think of anything interesting right now other than that if you swim with your head upside down in a swimming pool, then it looks like you’re swimming on a liquid mirror (I have been swimming twice in as many days). It’s beautiful. No-one else seems to share this, though. I recommend that if you go swimming for you to try it, and observe.
My posts might be erratic for the next few weeks whilst I try to breathe some life into this blog. Please bear with me, and if you have any advice then it would be greatly appreciated.
If I could somehow disappear into a book and become a fictional character, then as sure as anything I would.
Fictional characters have it so much easier. Their story has a clear beginning and end and you know that stuff is just going to keep happening to them because you have another 200 pages to go. If it suddenly becomes to embarrassing to bear you can skip that part. You can read your favourite moments over and over again.
So, really, on reflection, I don’t want to disappear into a book. I want to read the book of my life instead of living it.
In the same vein as my post entitled Thoughts Following Kedgeree, I cooked myself spaghetti carbonara for lunch.
Now, you first need to know my attitude to cooking. I am not a ‘we must follow the recipe down to the last milligram’ kinda person. I am the kind of person who is like ‘let’s put brown sugar in these cookies because it tastes nicer’ or, in the case of today, ‘we have no cream to make carbonara with, so let’s just substitute it for some milk and Philadelphia’. I am a believer in throwing it all in the bowl and frying it up.
Anyway, I made myself pasta carbonara, because I was craving it. Pasta carbonara is usually disappointingly tasteless without a whole lot of salt, pepper and parsley, but it tasted pretty good this time. Maybe it was the Philadelphia (or maybe it’s just because I wanted it so much).
Again, I posed the question: can you take an artistic picture of spaghetti carbonara? The answer is, again, no.
Why, self, why?
Why do you go all sappy in romantic books even though you dislike the people at school who date?
Why do you actually have to keep reading all the cute scenes in your favourite books?
Why is life not a book?
Why do things in books always work out?
Why do you actually seem to be in love with a number if characters from works of fiction?
Why are you actually starting to like the idea of…love?
Why is what your heart is saying not what your mind is saying?
Why, why, why, self, why?
This is the kedgeree I had for dinner. I like kedgeree – it tastes like you imagine it, and it smells like it tastes, and it also smells like you imagine it. It doesn’t disappoint.
Also, today I posed the question: can you take an artistic picture of kedgeree?
The answer is no.
If you’ve never tried kedgeree, then it’s an anglo-Indian dish made with smoked fish, boiled egg, rice, curry powder and parsley. Unless you can’t eat it, then I recommend it!
If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you’ll probably have noticed that I don’t blog about much in particular. I generally compile and regurgitate what other people have said about beauty. I occasionally come out with something original.
I’ve been feeling a bit like my blog is slowing down at the moment. So, from now on, I’m going to be trying to tell you something different from what everyone else is saying – what I’m saying. I want to tell you something different and I want to tell you what’s going on inside my head, because no one else but me can tell you that. I will be posting about beauty as well, but I’ll try and make it more interesting. I hope you guys are going to stick with me!
Which do I prefer? Fashion, or beauty? Hmm. This post will consist of pros, cons, ramblings and such (as usual). And, one twelfth of the way to Christmas is almost complete. It is totally normal to start counting down to Christmas in January, by the way!
Why Fashion is Awesomer than Beauty:
Clothes (and shoes, accessories etc.) last a lot longer than any potions or makeup, unless you grow fast.
Clothes (and all the rest) don’t run out.
Clothes can be mixed, matched and revamped a lot easier than makeup.
Fashion is two thirds of the look. Beauty is only a third, and confidence is the extra quarter. Of course, your character is way more important, but I’m not going to dissect characteristics into fractions.
You can buy vintage clothes, but never vintage make up.
You can wear a party dress without makeup to a party, but wearing party makeup with normal clothes can be an everyday look.
Reasons why Beauty is Awesomer than Fashion:
It’s on the whole cheaper. I would spend £20 on a jumper, but not on eyeshadow.
It’s easier to ‘express yourself’.
You change clothes every day, but you don’t change faces as often.
You can pamper yourselves with face masks and stuff, but you can’t really do that with fashion.
You can recreate a look you’ve read about by buying the same products; it’s harder to buy the same clothes as that girl in the photo. They might even not sell them any more.
And what do I think? It’s hard. I think I like writing and thinking about beauty more than fashion, but clothes are more important. Not that I’m particularly knowledgable about fashion. But, it’s a close call – it’s so annoying when someone says they can’t decide, though, so I didn’t want to leave you hanging.
I hope your January is going well!