Roses are red and violets are blue

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What had started out as a post about my first celebrated Valentine’s Day has now turned into some weird obsession about which photo of the rose looks best and which lighting goes well with this layout; should I crop or should I turn down the vibrance? Optimise or embed colour profile? Bear with me here.

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Once upon a time, I would have been all about the contrast and colour, now I find I enjoy the um, light and fairy (?) feel. I ain’t no vampire but I’m realising I enjoy the sun; I enjoy the sun’s effect in photos. The sun’s been gone for far too long up here in Scotland and that makes me sad.

You know what doesn’t make me sad? Having a boyfriend that buys me a rose on Valentine’s Day; one that buys me my very own star. Yeah, yeah… Before I would have said what a pile of mooshy moosh it all is. Why should there be one day to celebrate something you should celebrate every day of the year? Well, duh! It’s obvious, isn’t it? A star a day would just be greedy, wouldn’t it? That, and the rose population wouldn’t be able to handle the demand.

Well, colour me delighted!

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I’ve been getting rather into the whole vintage style recently and to be honest, I’m not entirely sure why. Pretty florals and aged lace; none of that was really me. Now it’s all eBay, charity shops, vintage & handmade treasure troves…oh baby!

New Old Coat

I found this cute-as-a-freakin-button Joe Brown coat on eBay last week. Yeah, it needed a little tweaking at the back to fit but I guess altering it on my tod has given me the confidence to not knock clothing that doesn’t initially fit, huh?

Shooting Stars & Eyelash Wishes

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Do you ever get that feeling that you’re in a bit of a funk? That when you encounter friends on the street, one sentence correlates in no way to the next? That something’s been ‘misplaced’ within you somehow? I went scavenging round some charity shops yesterday. That was fun. I found a dress that I sooo did not need and a coat I really want to customise to hell. That was also fun; I’ll post some photos. Then I was walking by the art gallery I’ve walked by most of my life- I haven’t been there since I was like what, 14? Now *that*… Priceless. There’s this sort of ‘masters’ room in there and y’know, I walked into it. I’m not embarrassed to admit, I did the whole dumbstruck sudden sharp breath when I was standing in the middle. It was a kind of ‘twirling round and round with your arms out wide and staring to the sky’ moment that you imagine in your head. Except I didn’t do the staring to the sky bit…and it wasn’t in my head. I felt like I was home.

Everyday I’m schnifflin’

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The other day I was flying about in my spaceship, Toto (my car- he’s a Transformer Civic). Anyhoo, fleeing about in my spaceship; cutesy music blaring out the radio, awful warbling involuntarily escaping out of my mouth and a sunrise over snowy fields to sideyways gawk at. What an image. What a start to a day! I love snow, see. Fluffy snow, not any of that slushy crap that you get in the city; good old fluffy country snow that will make a snowman proud to don his carrot schnozzle. *Sigh* Snow.

Of course, now the snow that got my spaceship stuck on several occasions at 6am over the past month is gone. Now, I have a super fuzzy zombie head, schnuffly nose and un-popped good hearing ear that makes everything sound like zombie talk.

Hugglepuff! I hate snow.

Scans, tests & putty squirted in my ears

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Are you the same person you were two years ago? Ten years ago? How about three months ago? I tried blogging, I tried craft fairs; both were are fun. It’s odd though, I now find I didn’t actually try either hard enough. My last blog post was months ago about having a hearing test and how it wasn’t fair that I couldn’t hear. Then I kept on saying ‘tomorrow’. Now I find myself typing in rather a ‘grown up’ tone…

Scans, tests and putty squirted in my ears. I keep seeing this moulding putty stuff everywhere, right? The kind one would use for resin work. Next thing I know, the stuff’s being injected and solidifying in my lugs- awkward moment right there. My ear drums are kaput from being ill as a tiny human but I hear what I hear and that’s better than nothing. Right? So. I had a consultation on Monday and I’ve been fitted for some rather sexy NHS behind-the-ear hearing aids. I don’t think they’ll do diddly-squat. At least it’s one more step in the right direction but god, I wish the pace would pick up.