Bloggers! I apologize for my lack of time and motivation. Well, not so much my lack of time, because that's really not my fault. But motivation, yes, I admit that was me.
I had so much to say to you in August it seems, and so little in September, which really isn't true.
I had lots to say. And yet so little time.
I conjured up the wonderful idea of a surprise present for my best friend's birthday, although that went terribly wrong.
In the end, I was forced to settle with decorating a cold chocolate chip muffin with sprinkles and those little shiny edible cake decorating balls that I never remember the name of. I stuck a candle and two sparklers in it, and drove it to her house.
She opened the door before I even got out of the car, so I yelled at her to go back inside and shut the door. Awkward.
When I got to her door, I struggled with the lighter (oh, the disadvantages of the non-smoker!) and managed, finally, to light one sparkler. My attempt to light the second one failed, almost, but by the time I had it going, the first one burnt out.
So when she finally opened the door, I had one measly candle, and a halfway burnt out sparkler. Fantastic.
So that was my failed birthday surprise. I don't think she was surprised. Just a little confused. She looked at the muffin like it might have been a dangerous explosive, and warily began to eat it about an hour later, when it was colder and even crappier looking.
I also got myself a new piercing in September. The top of my ear, with a little diamante' stud. It's cute, and a little bit punky. I do like it, but after almost two weeks, it continues to prevent me from sleeping on my right side.
I had it pierced at the biker shop at a local town. The Harley Davidson merchandise and intimidating shop persons was slightly off-putting, but the gentleman with colourfully tattooed arms was rather friendly. After less than five minutes, I walked out with a lovely new piercing to join the other one on my right ear. My left ear is getting rather lonely.
And just to finish off my complete transformation, I grew some courage, and braced myself as I sat in the hairdresser's chair and finally got my androgynous Agynes Deyn 'do.
Yes, you read right, I cut all my hair off. Now I look like Agynes Deyn, mixed with a little bit of Twiggy.
It's not that bad. Alright, I'll admit, I almost cried. But I like it now. Its manageable, and fun and versatile.
I haven't heard anyone say they hate it. In fact, most people really like it. A lot. I got some strange looks from a few girls and boys at school, but if they don't like it, I'll gladly tell them where to stick their negative opinions. Well, maybe I won't, but I'll certainly want to. I have the courage to be different, so hurrah. *Raspberry*
Oh, and I sewed myself three little handbags. They're out of scrap denim and one is out of scrap floral fabric. They wont hold much, but they'll hold your essentials. They're very cute, and a little bit quirky. I want to sell them, but they need linings and straps first of all. My best friend already has dibs on the fringed one.
Apologies again. I promise to write more often this month.
