Sunday, 30 November 2014

The Toastie That Won My Day


Made from real Vegetarians!

Last week when I was browsing my local Asian supermarket I spotted a new. Egetarian meat substitute I havn't tried yet and decided to give it a go. It's pretty nice but it's very small peices and kind of reminded me of the little chunks of meat that go into the Philly Cheese Steak Subway Sandwiches Kev sometimes gets.

I didn't have any baguette type bread so I tried it with toasties, and it worked really well.
Mmmmmm.

The Weekend in Glasgow Remembered


Can't get enough of this building

On Friday Kev had the day off work, so we headed up to Glasgow to see Delain play at The Classic Grand.
The day started with the surprise of First class travel!

Unfortunatly the train was delayed and while I give her her due it must have been pretty stressful the tea lady on the train completly ignored me and was just going to get coffee for Kev without asking if I wanted a drink and swept my cup out from under me for him! Fortunatly I did manage to get her attention, and the man with the milk jug was much nicer and less stressed. 

Milk jug man came back soon after with cold drinks (I had an adorably tiny can of Magners cuder)  and someone else brought sandwiches (Wenslydale and carrot), cake (a really yummy peice of bannana cake), and a pavket of salted crisps.

We changed trains at Edinburgh Waverly, which made me miss Edinburgh. When I was a student in Galashiels, I used to spend as much time as humanly possible in Edinburgh because it was much more exciting and inspiring than Galashiels.

Unfortunatly this was as close as I will be getting to Edinburgh's amazing Christmas market this year :(

At Glasgow Queen Street station there were some people dressed in old fashioned clothingtelling stories about the history of the station, unfortunatly we didn't have time to stop as because if the train delays we only had a short amount of time to freshen up and change before going to the gig.

Over the road from our hotel was a disused building with a really fantastic art mural on it.

I loved this part with the octopus breaking free of it's painting next to a version of Edvard Munch's The Scream and Hokusai's Wave.
I don't have any more photos of the night, but it went as follows:
We changed and then went for dinner at an Indian restaurant, Glasgow is a very good place to visit if you like Indian food, especially if you want something with a bit of a kick to it.
Next we headed to the Solid Rock Cafe fir a few drinks before heading to The Cathouse for the gig.
The Cathouse is quite a nice venue, but their ladies loos seemed to be in competition with Electrowertz in London (where Slimelight is held) for the prize if "mingingist ladies loos in the UK", though Kev says the gents were ok.
I don't remember what the first band were called, I just remember they weren't really my cup of tea and that the drummer did a lot of stick throwing tricks, which was quite interesting to watch.
The next band were Wolf from Sweden, and they were awful in my opinion, although a few people around me seemed to enjoy them, I kept expectinging a replica of Stone Henge to fall on them.
Delain were fantastic as always, and it was great to see them so close up!
Next we went back to Solid Rock Cafe for another drink before heading to The Clasic Grand where we had a bit of a boogie to some rock tunes before we went for supper.
The noodle shop I like has changed it's name since the last time I was inGlasgow, it used to be called  "Chopsticks" but now it's called "Noodle Point", I guess they got sick of people asking if they have any chopsticks uinstead of the flimsy plastic forks.

The following morning we went for a little bit of a wander near our hotel and found this amazing crumbling building, I bet that it was quite impressive in it's time, though I still find it beautiful in its decay.

Old buildings do it for me.

Then we went for coffee, mmmm Costa Christmas menu! The brownie hot chocolate is really delicious!
Before having a look around the Glasgow Christmas market, which was good, alrhough not quite as good as Edinburgh's in my opinion, before catching the train home.

Embroideries Part 2





Monday, 24 November 2014

Updates!

So I've been doing a little bit of spring cleaning over the weekend.
Do you like the new look?

Tuesday, 18 November 2014

The Count


Decided to get back into wearing corsets every day, today, Dracula

Monday, 10 November 2014

A Moment On The Lips


So still thinking about lipstick, and still going with the gradient/ glitter/ both (delete as applicable), I'm thinking that for the main colour I should go for either a deep red or something with some purple-y tones.

As lovely as this Lime Crime colour is, I think it's a little too bright for what I'm looking for.

I feel like this (via Lipstick Lust) or

This (via 5th/58th ) are somewhere closer to what I want, although I'll probably go for a slightly more budget brand.

Rapunzel's Resource Authentic 18th Century Style Trial Run



I always forget to take into account that I have a lot of hair that doesn't like to play nice

Still it looks orett good from the front, although I think I need a few more pins and some smoothing 

Hard to get a photo of the back though!

Sunday, 9 November 2014

A Flair For The Dramatic


Yep another Wedding Make Up post, so soon.. I know... Well I did warn you that my blog was about to be taken over by gothic bridery!

I want a dramatic make up look, I'm planning on a dramatic outfit and with a dramatic outfit a swoosh of eyeliner and some beige shadow just isn't going to cut it.
I think I'm pretty much sold on the idea of a lace mask now so it's doubtful that I'm going to go to OTT on the eyes, best to keep them relatively simple so as not to overpower it. 

As much as I love this I feel like it would be too much with a lace mask over the top.

So the challenge now is to find a creative lip look that balances nicely with a lace mask!
Some ideas and inspirations I have had thus far are glitters:


Gradient:


Or and interesting combination of both!

On Why I’m “That Bitch With The Headphones”. (TW: Street Harassment, victim blaming, rape)

So I already wrote about this on my blog last year but there has been a lot of talk about Street Harassment around lately so I thought I’d revisit it.
When we are children we’re taught not to talk to strangers, and then confusingly we are also taught that women and girls must constantly be polite, if someone says hello it’s not polite to ignore them.
When I was fourteen I was part of a youth group, I got the bus there on my own and the bus back on my own, on one occasion I was on my way home when a guy a few years older than me sat down next to me on the bus. Now misguided “stranger danger” pep talk I’d been given from the moment I was old enough to listen to and understand what people were saying aside, I was incredibly socially awkward and he was quite good looking, so my plan was not to speak to him, my plan was to bury my head in my book and try not to turn red.
The bus journey was uneventful, I got off the bus at my stop, he also got off the bus a my stop, I was walking away from the bus stop when he asked me for directions, I don’t actually remember where it was he said he was going but I do remember that it wasn’t in the direction that I was going in, so when he started to follow me I started to panic a little, but I hid that I was scared because women have to be polite, how stupid is that?
He followed me most of the way home, trying to tell me I was beautiful, that he liked my hair, I have nice eyes all of the “compliments” men shout at women in the street and all the time I was freaking out on the inside but calmly saying thank you on the outside.
When I was almost home he went for it and tried to grab me, finally I saw sense and struggled away, but he managed to grab my hand and kiss it before he turned tail and ran because I had screamed (surprise surprise nobody came to my aid, guess I should have yelled “fire”), and I ran home.
I stood outside of the door calming myself down for what seemed like forever before deciding that I couldn’t tell anybody about what had just happened because I felt like it was my own fault, despite the fact that this guy had followed me home, tried to grab me and got his saliva all over my hand, I still felt like it was my own fault. I still didn’t talk about it until last year when I mentioned it as a footnote in a blog entry about how “creepy” doesn’t necessarily mean “ugly”, because part of me was still ashamed I’d let him follow me that far, despite the fact I didn’t really have any control over the situation anyway, had I not have been so polite he might have become violent, had that have happened, I still probably would have felt like it was my own fault.
When I’m going to buy a loaf of bread from the corner shop and some random guy shouts “hey beautiful” I think about that and the multiple other times that similar creepy shit has happened, I don’t think “oh that’t nice” I look for escape routes, so that is why when walk five minutes up the road I have my ear-buds jammed into my ears as far as they’ll go, and why when someone shouts something about my hair I keep walking until they shout about how rude I am, and why sometimes I bite back with a “fuck off and die.” and why I am going to keep on being “that bitch with the headphones.”
Because you’re not being flattering at all.
So can we please:
1. Stop giving children mixed messages, especially not gendered mixed messages “girls are polite” and “boys will be boys” needs to go die in a fire already.
2. End the culture of victim blaming, I felt like I couldn’t tell anybody about that creeper because I felt like it was my fault because this is what society had taught me, and I felt like if I did tell someone they’d just tell me it was my own fault. The latter part was correct, even if my parents didn’t tell me it was my own fault someone would have. By fourteen I had already had years of “well what did you do to them to make them punch you, you must have done something for them to have done that?” at school to learn that lesson, and eleven years later nothing has really changed, just this morning I was reading through a list of questions commonly asked by defense lawyers in court during rape trials, just this morning I read some guy trying to imply that a woman who claims to have been assaulted is just a liar because she covered up that she had made porn FORTY BLOODY YEARS AGO, so is it any wonder why people don’t come forward? And then if they do, but didn’t do so immediately they’re accused of putting other people in danger or making it up because they have a vendetta. 
FUCK
THAT
NOISE.
3. Just fucking stop it will the catcalling already. It’s not big, it’s not clever and it’s certainly not flattering.
4. Stop trying to imply that “creepy” just means “ugly”, it doesn’t, creepy is behavior not looks.

Saturday, 8 November 2014

Yummy!

Costa have thir Christmas menu on now :)

How cute was Kev's Gingerbread Latte?

I had Blackforest Hot Chocolate mmmmmmm

One of the glitter stars stuck to my yummy man :)

Friday, 7 November 2014

Halloween Outfit


I just realised I never posted my outfit from Halloween!

I was a ghostly vampire bride

Thursday, 6 November 2014

Disqus for Queens Of The Wild Frontier

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