I have been home 45 minutes. Michael Buble is singing to me. I have a load of washing on, have unpacked, done the mountain of washing I left waiting, made up 13 upcake boxes ready for Wednesday, emailed my boss, put a bag of rubbish out and been SIGNIFICANTLY freaked about by a note that was pushed through the door sometime between Friday morning and this afternoon that say’s “Call me” with a mobile number.
Who wants to call it?
what if the really hot boy did stalk you? it could be him!
the realisation just hit that it is december on Tuesday. I think my best intention for a handmade christmas might just have to be to extend the concept (copied I might add from a most lovely UK based lass) of hand selected music burned onto discs and put into handmade cases to everyone and not just a couple of people…….
actually yes, I think that might just be the go.
unless someone can get me an extra month of time squeezed in between now and tuesday. I really would be most appreciative.
um, yes. i am with you here. i’ve been crocheting like a crazy woman.
the beauty of a handmade christmas i take pleasure in is it not having to all be handmade by me. this is why i love etsy and cutxpaste. I can still give hand made gifts, and support independents at the same time. plus etsy in particular is perfect for sending overseas gifts. most of the sellers will wrap them for you, and send it direct to the recipient!
“Date/Venue Gubbins: 3rd March 2010 - Glasgow, ABC 4th March 2010 - Manchester, Academy 2 6th March 2010 - Wolverhampton, Wulfrun 7th March 2010 - Newcastle, University 9th March 2010 - Liverpool, Academy 10th March 2010 - Cambridge, Junction 12th March 2010 - Brighton, Corn Exchange 13th March 2010 - London, Shepherds Bush Empire 16th March 2010 - Edinburgh, Queen’s Hall 18th March 2010 - Dublin, Academy 20th March 2010 - Belfast, Spring & Airbrake”
“There is only one way to read, which is to browse in libraries and bookshops, picking up books that attract you, reading only those, dropping them when they bore you, skipping the parts that drag — and never, never reading anything because you feel you ought, or because it is part of a trend or a movement. Remember that the book which bores you when you are twenty or thirty will open doors for you when you are forty or fifty — and vice versa. Don’t read a book out of its right time for you.”—Doris Lessing, in the introduction to The Golden Notebook (via thebronzemedal)(via hermajestyxx)
I am right there with you Rhi. I have an on-going battle within myself, as most women do I am sure, of what I “can” and “can’t” eat. And the many many reasons behind each answer. I am overhauling the way I eat as much as I am able to at the moment, but it all surrounds eating good, whole foods and as little artificial crap as possible. This is not a weight thing for me, it’s a health thing. But, I still love chocolate and don’t want to feel guilty when I decide to have a hot fudge sundae for dinner (like I did last night) because who really cares what I eat anyway? I have been super skinny and I have been super *not* skinny, I have to admit, I much prefer the skinny me. but not because of the lack of fat attached to my ass. because I am much healthier and much more energetic and yes, often more confident. but still not confident as I should be or could be. because somewhere in me I still have this idea that I need to be skinnier and that I am not desirable if I am not thinner than whatever weight I am at this moment. I still have issues with my body on a daily basis. and I let them rule my mind much too often. But I am working on this.
i hear you, d. i don’t know how it can be broken. i mean, we all know that a piece of cake is a good thing, that our beauty comes down to our character, our care for one another, how we go about life, we can all spout off at any time how our misogynistic society has created these issues, how we refuse to be objectified and judged on our aesthetic beauty, (which is a fucking personal thing anyway. each to their own and all that.) yet a lot of us still don’t know how to break that cycle. despite knowing they are false standards we hold ourselves up to.
i don’t know how you become anything other than a victim to this regime. knowing what is right, and feeling what is right are two different things. and i don’t know how those things can ever be brought into harmony.
maybe the beginning is just knowing the pressure and standards placed on us are wrong. i don’t know.
for the record though. i am definitely not one of those girls that puts food into good and bad based on their fat or calorie contents! CAKE IS GOOD. i am 100% with you on all natural healthy food being good, and anything pumped full of additives, colourings, and all the rest of that artificial junk being bad.
While I agree that the motto itself is appalling, I think the focus placed on the effect Moss’s comment could have on young girls is little more than hypocritical media outrage. Our entire culture is saturated with fat hate and an obsession with dieting, calorie counting and weight loss. The idea that food is the enemy, rather than a source of nourishment and pleasure, is repeatedly pushed on women by the same media publications that are now attacking Kate Moss. Her struggles with food and body image mirror those of thousands of women, and whether or not teenage girls paid any attention to her comment, they will not be able to avoid the government’s anti-fat TV campaigns, or the adult women in their lives discussing how guilty they feel for eating a piece of chocolate cake, or the calorie labels on every damn food item, or the beautiful, healthy woman in the Special K ad studiously avoiding the biscuit jar so she can earn the right to have fun in a swimsuit, or Cosmo’s latest miracle diet, or Gok bloody Wan, or 10 Years Younger, or any other shitty piece of media production based on the almost universally accepted idea that women’s bodies exist to be looked at, to be disguised, diminished and displayed, rather than lived in and enjoyed as the tools that can allow us to experience so much.
Kate Moss is herself a victim of this fiercely misogynistic culture - even if she has learnt to play it to her own financial advantage - and when it comes to making girls feel so hopeless and worthless that they want to starve themselves into oblivion, her comment is but a drop in the ocean.
or calorie free ‘skinny water’, or the ‘real’ women on the dove adverts who all stand around naked amazingly appearing to have flat stomachs, or that completely ridiculous scene in the sex and the city movie where samantha wears a pair of trousers that are too small for her and her friends are shocked and appalled at how fat she had become, or the excessive photo shopping for every.single.magazine out there, or when the naughty giant muffin is shown chasing a woman down the street, harassing and hassling her to eat it, despite her knowing that a low fat cereal bar will be a much tastier and fulfilling treat, habitual weighing, all the tips and hints on how to loose those few extra pounds, tips and hints that amount to nothing more than self inflicted starvation methods, when it is made clear that a woman’s sexual appeal/beauty is directly linked to her dress size, whilst the men’s sexual appeal is directly linked to how much they can buff up.
we disappear, whilst they become bigger than is ever necessary. everyone is a victim here.
this whole not going on tumblr thing is not helping my broken brain. there’s something wrong with my neurotic to creative process. coz. the neurocy (yes. i think i did just make that word up.) is there, the incessant thoughts and questions and wondering and annoyances. but putting that into something seems to be harder than usual. i’ll figure it out.
in the meantime. i saw new moon. it was horrendous. epic fontrum the whole way through. but i bloody well loved it. i started making stuff for other people, even if not for me. my 2010 calendar arrived and it is beautiful. it is making me look forward to the new year. i have taken to covering the backs of parcels completely in plaid tape. i have been rather busy, but can’t quite think doing what.
Chim chim cher-ee!
A sweep is as lucky
As lucky can be
Chim chim cher-oo!
Good luck will rub off when
I shake 'ands with you
Or blow me a kiss
And that's lucky too
Now as the ladder of life
'As been strung
You may think a sweep's
On the bottommost rung
Though I spends me time
In the ashes and soot
In this 'ole wide world
There's no 'appier bloke
Up where the smoke is
All billered and curled
'Tween pavement and stars
Is the chimney sweep world
When the's 'ardly no day
Nor 'ardly no night
There's things 'alf in shadow
And 'alf way in light
On the roof tops of London
Coo, what a sight!
I choose me bristles with pride
Yes, I do
A broom for the shaft
And a broom for the flume
Though I'm covered with soot
From me 'ead to me toes
A sweep knows 'e's welcome
Wherever 'e goes
Chim chim cher-ee!
When you're with a sweep
You're in glad company
No where is there
A more 'appier crew
Than them wot sings
"Chim chim cher-ee
On the chim chiminey
Chim chim cher-ee
Why thank you muchly. My Old Man’s A Dustman always goes down a treat too. It’s not stereotypical in the slightest.