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Sunday, 30 June 2013

If you can't stand the heat...

Summer is almost upon us now. Everyone is beginning to anticipate the hot, lazy days ahead; the year's holiday in the sun. I find myself missing summer all year round, longing for the smells of sun scorched pavements, the concrete almost melting. I miss the heavy feeling of heat on my skin.

I want my hair to be full of salt, sun-bleached and dried into those elusive, genuinely "beachy" waves. I'm craving summery scents: coconut body lotions soothing sun-tanned limbs, the familiar, nostalgic flavour of sunscreen, reminding you of childhood days at the seaside, paddling in the waves and eating ice cream. I want to wear sunglasses everyday, all summer long, simply because the sun is shining so brightly. I'd love a deep tan that isn't out of a bottle, that comes from being outside for hours and hours, for days on end.

I want to not be able to sleep because of the heat. I want to lie under a thin sheet rather than a stifling duvet. I want to find sand between my toes and under my nails, painted a bright, tropical coral or turquoise. I don't want to wear or think about jeans from now until September, if possible. I'll be floating around in maxi dresses and sandals, imagining that I'm already on holiday in the sun. I want to buy a new bikini - something I've done every summer for the past five years. Its becoming a ritual.

Summer. Proper hot, sweltering, blistering heat. I know I live in a country where, if we're lucky, we might get a week of weather like this - and even then it won't compare to the temperatures in a million and one other far away places: from dry, dusty deserts and humid rainforests to crowded, sweaty cities and beaches packed with travellers and tourists everywhere from Brazil and L.A. to Thailand and Australia. I can't help myself; can't stop craving and hoping for a long, boiling-hot, sunshine-filled Indian summer.

I'm not much of a believer in "summer memories" and in fact my recollections of the summer months over the years tend to blur into one, to the point where I don't quite remember which country or which beach I was on in which year, with which haircut. Looking back at the photographs confuses me and I never recognize myself, in the pictures with family and friends, all getting younger and younger as the years go back. I know I'm incredibly lucky in that my family have always loved travelling and booking our holiday is something we look forward to doing all year. I've spent lots of time on beaches and in beautiful cities all over Italy as well as in Spain and many places in England of course and this year I will hopefully be adding a new country or two to my list.


As usual, F. Scott Fitzgerald says
it better than anyone else ever could...
Although my tan will fade away into pale, winter skin, the bright clothes and summery dresses will be put away until next year and I will go back to only ever wearing dark nail polish, I hope to remember the summer of 2013 for a long time. I've waited all year for it to come around: the countdown beginning in March, around the time of my 17th birthday. For anyone of my age, this will be our last ever summer with a back-to-school feeling waiting for us in September, infusing the holiday with regret before it has even begun. This time next year we'll hopefully be looking forward to going off to universities, to travelling or starting exciting new jobs in the somehow very scary "real world." I'm going to enjoy every single moment of this almost-last summer, I don't want to wish away a second.

x

Friday, 28 June 2013

Easily an A*


 What makes a film a romantic comedy? I ask myself this question a lot: mainly because, being a girl (holding up the stereotype here), I watch them what seems like all the time. I am proud of the fact that Love Actually is one of my favourite movies, I will not apologise for my love of Autumn in New York or Valentines Day and I will happily talk about any movie containing either Zooey Deschanel or Joseph Gordon-Levitt (preferably both please) to anyone who will listen.

And most importantly, I will always, always have a small part of my brain, whatever I'm doing, that thinks: I could be watching When Harry Met Sally right now.... Especially in a physics lesson.

I want my life to be like one of these movies. I want to dance around in the rain, always wear the perfect outfit in any situation and have amazing music playing over every dramatic moment in my life. Basically, quite like Olive Penderghast really....



"I want John Cusack holding a boom box outside my window. I want to ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. Just once I want my life to be like an 80’s movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason."


But no, sadly John Hughes did not direct my life either, I will never look quite as cute in my glasses as Zooey and the song playing never quite fits whatever dramatic moment is happening in my life (this is why I need to stop putting my iPod on shuffle) so, like Doctor Mindy, I will have to settle for watching other, fictional people have their awesome musical numbers for no apparent reason. At least I can have popcorn that way.


Anyway, Olive Penderghast is the main character in Easy A, which is an amazing and really funny film. Properly crying with laughter funny, holding your sides, stomach-aching funny. I don't know whether it just works with my sense of humour or if its the fact that its like an updated Mean Girls with Amanda Bynes, YouTube, Penn Badgley (um, Gossip Girl, do you live under a rock???) Stanley Tucci as the world's nicest dad and a soundtrack with Jessie J and Joan Jett. Literally what is not to love about it? A main character who's favourite class is English, finally. I mean I love Cady Heron but I could have related to that film so much more if she had been forced into joining the Book-thletes or something like that. And if Mean Girls is the most quotable film ever, Easy A wins the prize for the most gif-able.

 
Sadly there is no Tina Fey but there is an English teacher who has like one good joke, so that's something. Lisa Kudrow (Phoebe from Friends you guys!!!!) is also the worst "guidance counsellor" ever. I assume this is the American equivalent of student support worker, rather than career guidance or something, but either way anyone working in a school should take note of what to really try NOT to do with underage students. And seeing as I'm on the subject of what not to do with your life...



This, coming from the girl who claimed, on twitter, that she wanted Drake to "murder her vagina."


I love irony.

 
Is it just me that feels like I need to say this every time I put on sunglasses now?

Which brings me to.. the best thing about Easy A, which is obviously Emma Stone. She is about ten times more funny and sorted and smart in this film than some people (cough, Amanda Bynes) will ever be and I just love her. I hope Lobster Tod and Olive live happily ever after in the land that characters go after the film ends. I am now going to have to watch everything that this girl is in from now until ever and ever. I first saw this film about a year ago and have honestly watched it about five times since. It hasn't stopped being funny yet. So what are you waiting for? Go and watch it (or watch it again), laugh, cry, seriously re-evaluate your wardrobe and then come back and tell me how much you love Easy A. I'm leaving you with this: unless you weren't convinced already that no one else (including you, Chloe Moretz) could have played Olive with so much awesome as Emma Stone.


And finally, if you think I may have a been a bit harsh about Amanda Bynes, a bit too mean, I have one thing to say to you...

 
x

Friday, 5 April 2013

Julie & Julia.

Or, A Movie Not To Watch If You Are In Any Way Hungry. That kind of makes it sound bad and it's not, I loved it. But whether you are fasting or just ate a three course dinner, your mouth will be watering before you get very far here so maybe get some snacks or something ready, I don't know.

Blogs, and specifically, blogs about food are a common occurrence now on the internet. Whether your thing is the cooking of food, the photographing/Instagramming of food, the feeding of others around you, stalking out the best places for coffee or a certain kind of sandwich or just (who are we kidding?) the best kind: the eating of it, there is a blog made just for your specifications. Here is the link to the last food blog I discovered - it's amazing by the way - after googling a recipe for bacon and chocolate chip cookies (don't even ask). I want to live in a world where all anyone ever eats is cooked by this woman.

http://iamafoodblog.com/ <-- Click it. It will change how you think about cookies forever. Oatmeal and bacon, that's all I'm saying.

Julie Powell was (is?) one of these success stories. Her blog "The Julie/Julia Project" about her adventures in cooking her through Julia Child's recipe book, written from her home (and tiny kitchen) in NYC, resulted in the popular book: Julie and Julia: 365 Days, 524 Recipes, 1 Tiny Apartment Kitchen, published 2005, followed by the 2009 Nora Ephron penned film: Julie & Julia. Every blogger's not so secret fantasy.

And due in part to my love of both Nora Ephron and food, I decided to watch the movie for the purposes of having something to write about. Not that I don't have many, many other things I could be doing with my time, or indeed writing about, or anything. Its sort of like that feeling when your fridge is full of food and even though you're hungry, you don't feel like eating any of it. That's how I get when I'm trying to decide what to write - and I though the analogy was suitably food-related. 

So, onto the movie. Firstly, it's Meryl Streep. There is very little else I can say here, except that Meryl is The Best. Jennifer Lawrence was so astounded and excited to have even been nominated for an Oscar in the same category as Meryl Streep that it was the first thing she mentioned in her acceptance speech, and wouldn't everyone? She is kind of Completely Amazing in this and also did I mention her husband is played by Stanley Tucci. Yes, you did read that correctly. Stanley Tucci. Emma Stone's dad (Easy A), Anne Hathaway's fairy-godmother (The Devil Wears Prada, duh) and now Meryl Streep's husband: can he get any cooler? Its like an alternate universe where Miranda Priestly and Nigel realise they are obviously meant for each other and get married, leave fashion, gain 15 pounds each and move to 1950s France. (They might also have to change the whole string-of-ex-husbands and being-gay thing too to fit with the plot of this.) But save a little bit of your excitement for this movie because... wait for it... Chris Messina is also in it... as Amy Adams' man! Yes, Danny Castellano is here and instead of being all cute and grumpy and moody about Mindy's love of romantic comedies and cynical about Meg Ryan he is here and being cute and adorable with Amy Adams and her beautiful red hair and saving her from a pot of still-very-alive-and-trying-to-escape boiling lobsters. You'll have to watch it; I can't do all the amazingness justice in this sentence. 

Moving on again to the number one best thing about Julie & Julia: It's a Nora Ephron movie. Which means not only do you get MasterChef-worthy, drool-inducingly delicious food and the choice of two equally delightful leading men, you get writing equal to that of When Harry Met Sally - arguably THE best movie ever - from the undisputed queen of romantic comedies that are actually both realistic and funny, insightful, touching... I could go on but you get the idea. While Julie (or Julia, for that matter) is no Sally, and the romance aspect takes a bit of a backseat here with both the protagonists being happily (minus the odd wobble) married, it is nice to see a film in which relationships and/or the having, getting and maintaining of them is not the principal motivating factor in the heroine/s life and choices. Basically, its really good and I now have the weird desire to Go Cook Something... Probably not a good idea, given the last time I was duped into following a healthy-yet-tasty recipe from Tumblr. Post to follow when I recover from the embarrassment of baking something containing three kinds of actual fruit but still resembling cardboard more than, well, literally cardboard?

I don't really have anything else to say about Julia & Julia, except please watch it and tell me if you also inexplicably really like it too. I can't quite sum up what it is about it, there's just something very lovely about a story in which unhappiness is mysteriously and mostly either pretty absent from the plot or soothed by cooking a chocolate pie and smushing it into your (adorable) husband's face, in a good way. This isn't a domestic violence situation here or anything, just to clarify that. Also who doesn't want 53 comments on a post about murdering some crustaceans? Enjoy... or Bon, um, Watching?
xoxo

Wednesday, 27 March 2013

Growing My Hair

"Long Hair Don't Care."
This is one of those quotes that I see all over Twitter all the time and have to pretend I have a clue what people are talking about when they use it. I also have suspicions that those people who do say it don't really know what they mean either.... However, it seemed an appropriate starting point to this post: I don't have long hair yet and I really REALLY do care. About that fact. Also about other things - mainly how to make it grow faster. This is a slightly random topic, but it's something that's been on my mind more than usual lately. In fact it's becoming a bit of an embarrassing obsession. I feel like I spend half my day looking at my hair in the mirror, pulling it straight so that it looks that all important half-inch longer and generally driving everyone around me mad. I saw a quote someone posted to Twitter lately which I can't remember exactly but was something along the lines of: "The biggest mistake in a girl's life will always be that one time she cut her hair short." Oh wait, I found it: Here's a cheeky screen shot. Is it bad that I actually have no idea who this is or why I follow an account named BoobsOnBlonde??

PREACH.
Whether or not you agree with this, it certainly struck a chord with me, and judging from the amount of retweets, clearly a lot of other people felt the same way. Like most little girls, when I was really young I had that typical bob with a fringe from the ages of about four to six, at which point I think I started growing it longer. I've seen pictures and when I was that age it did honestly look quite cute - although I've not forgiven my parents for dressing me in a kilt and a matching bobble hat. WE'RE NOT EVEN SCOTTISH - what were they thinking?!?! Anyway, I honestly have no idea why, at the age of about 11, when my hair was actually a reasonable mid-back sort of length, to chop it all off again. Any people lucky enough to have seen my stunning Year 7 school photo will agree with me here - I look ridiculous. I then went through a phase of growing it and then cutting it short again for the next few years and also had a fringe from some of this time. I also discovered hairdye - so hey there, split ends, welcome to my life. Please move in, stick around and basically ruin the condition of my hair.

Throughout Year 10 and 11 I coloured my hair about five or six times, sometimes with friends to help and sometimes (more messily!) by myself. My hair at prom was a dark-red and in mid-length (for me) curls with a fringe and at the time I absolutely loved it. It helped that by that point I had found my amazing hairdresser who is literally the only person I have ever felt comfortable with cutting my hair and has been so full of helpful advice when it comes to growing it - mainly: Don't just stop ever having it cut. She also said: Don't bleach it, but I conveniently managed to forget that one and yeah, I tried out the dipdye look - don't judge me. I've learned my lesson and will not be bleaching it again any time soon - until I'm willing to have a good inch at least trimmed from the ends. I liked it at the time, but the main problem with bleach (as probably I should have thought about first - duh) is not even so much that it damages it at the time, but as its weakened the structure, the damage done to it by blow-drying and other heat styling as well as general day-to-day wear and tear has so much more impact.

Anway, for the last couple of months to a year, I have been, sometimes slowly, and sometimes really, really slowly, growing out my hair. This process isn't exactly fun: the awkward stage between a bob and my shoulders is thankfully over now, but the whole thing is giving me flashbacks to primary school. It's mainly growing out the fringe that is painfully slow. I loved my fringe but I'm bored of it now and the problem I can't just click my fingers and be rid of it... I wish! At the moment my hair isn't exactly what you would call long, but it's no longer short so that's something. My goal is waistlength... I can dream.This will probably take me several years and that's being optimistic so for now I'll settle with being happy with shoulder blade length. It's officially past my shoulders now even when dry so only a few more inches to go.
 
My haircare routine is probably pretty much the same as many other teenage girls. I don't do anything remotely special and tend to use whichever brand of shampoo is lying around our bathtub. My routine does also include using a couple of products that I swear have saved the life - or at least salvaged the condition - of my poor hair. One is a VO5 miracle oil as well as a VO5 Frizz Free Blow Dry Creme. Not only do these products smell amazing, they make your hair soft and managable even after drying and curling/straightening etc. They provide really good heat protection as well. The other main things I do are focus on mainly using repair and protect type conditioners such as anything of this type by John Frieda or Tresemme. I'm lucky in that these are the brands my mum tends to stock up on but the rest of the products I use I buy for myself.

There are also a couple of tips I've discovered that have really helped with this process, mainly from beauty blogs and magazines, so I thought I would post my own version on here and explain what has worked for me.

1) The first, and most important, is to treat your hair as if its very delicate and fragile. You want the growth that's appearing now (if you're trying to grow it) to still be strong and healthy when it becomes the ends. The length of time this takes will depend on how fast your hair grows but in any case, taking good care of your hair and getting regular trims is definitely the most beneficial thing you can do to improve the condition. You can do this by:

- Washing your hair gently. Don't scrub at it, just shampoo gently. Then wring as much water as possible out of your hair before applying conditioner. Concentrate on the ends, otherwise the roots can get greasy faster if over-conditioned. Combing through with a fine toothed comb at this point is a really good idea to remove tangles as well, although I don't know whether this works for every hair type.

- I always squeeze my hair to dry it and avoid "rubbing" with the towel with can cause damage. Wet hair is delicate and prone to breakage. When it 70% dry with the towel I comb with a wide toothed comb, find my parting and apply a little oil or serum to the ends, followed by blow dry creme all over. I give the products a few minutes to sink in and seal the cuticle before blow drying. If I feel that my hair is over-heated or getting dried out during this, I spritz on more heat protect, usually from a spray. You should always do this before heat styling as well and, in my opinion, its best to buy a cheaper brand and use a lot more spray as its essential to your hair remaining healthy as well looking gorgeous.

- Finally, don't overbrush your hair, as this can actually do more harm than good. Personally, I give it a quick brush every morning and again in the evening. I also sleep with it in a plait, if I remember, to prevent it getting tangled. If I know I have time to wash it in the morning I will apply a bit of oil to the ends before plaiting it.

2) Eat well, as your hair ( like your skin and nails) is one of the best ways to reflect the health of the rest of your body. Your hair needs certain minerals and vitamins to keep it strong and although you can get these by taking supplements, if you consume them in the form of fruits and vegetables you get all the other benefits, such as fibre, etc. as well as the fact that they are delicious. ALthough I have never eaten an oyster in my life, I eat a lot of other things on this list, such as carrots, green vegetables and whole grains, and my hair does grow quite quickly so there could be something in this. Healthy fats, like in salmon and nuts, are also good for hair.



3) Drink water. Drink water even when you are not thirsty. One thing one of my dance teachers always told us was that if you are thirsty, you're already dehydrated. Just keep drinking water all the time, especially when you exercise. Your hair will look so much better for it. And then, apparently this is the kind of growth you can be looking at in three to four years.

YAY!
I just quickly want to say before I end this post that I am in no way at all an expert and to be honest you might be better off not listening to anything I say. I just wanted to talk about what has worked for me. I'm not being entirely serious when I say don't listen though - seriously, vegetables are good for you :D What are your thoughts on ways to get your hair to grow faster? Please leave any comments below! xoxo
*Also, none of these pictures are mine - I basically stole them from tumblr.*

Saturday, 23 February 2013

SNOW

I'm sat in my house at the moment wearing my PJs, proper ones with long sleeves and snuggly socks. I'm under my duvet with a bunch of blankets and dressing gowns and stuff piled on top of me and I'm still freezing. The main problem is now that I really want a cup of tea but I also really don't want to crawl out from where its (slightly) warm. Basically, this is why its a bad bad BAD idea to go away for three days, in February, and leave the heating off. Not low or turned down - OFF. No-one should ever do this, because it has been about two degrees out and now our house when we got back feels like an ice cave. I swear to you its colder in here than outside, as if the house has been storing up all the frosty, coldy, iciness going on outside to make it extra welcoming for us to come home to.

The fact its about minus-something degrees in my room tonight is reminding me of all the snow we had a few weeks ago. I took a whole load of pictures, watched 500 Days of Summer wistfully in my (warm) bed and drank a lot of hot chocolate. I also went on a snowy walk with my best friend and then we ate a huge amount of toast and nutella in her kitchen to thaw out again. The perfect snow day/weekend. As Lorelai Gilmore once said: "I smell snow... flakes, flurries, swirls, crystals, whatever form it comes in, I'll take it. Best time of the year."
I defy anyone to stand in a fresh fall of snow and not feel transported back to childhood. It's magical.