I haven’t been wearing much makeup recently. I’ve been wearing more casual clothes too, and I feel good about it.
There’s something freeing about going ‘bare-faced’ when in the past you would have been reluctant to leave the house without makeup. I should be completely honest, and say that my skin is a little better than it was, which makes it easier.
It’s not just that, though. I am more confident in general. And, unlike my teenage self, I realise that everyone has much more important things to worry about than the state of my face! I now enjoy not wearing makeup – it’s far quicker to get ready, I don’t have to spend ages trying to remove mascara from my lash line, and I feel like myself. Pretty good, I’d say.
This morning, I felt differently. It’s been a rough Continue reading
I suggested to Mum that we buy and prepare our own meals this week – just for a change.
‘Hasn’t there been enough change?’ she said.
‘Yeah…But I think it might be fun. I’ll still make the stir fry on Monday, if you want?’ I bargained. ‘And I’m going away on Saturday anyway.’
We’ve just got back from Waitrose and I’m preparing the stir fry and chatting to her about different kinds of therapeutic writing, while she puts her food away. I’m glad to see that she chose to treat herself.
I’ve put two plates on the worksurface, two sets of knives and forks on the table, and we’re about to sit down together.
Jonathan has been in university for two days. I didn’t know how I would feel, aside from big-sister pride, because this is new territory. As I flip the chicken in the wok, my thoughts become reflective…
I had wondered why I’d wanted us to prepare our food separately this week. And now I know: Continue reading
There it was: Notre-Dame. An impressive cathedral. You had to be impressed by the Gothic architecture, with its towering presence, rows of statues, and incredible detail, as you stood outside with hundreds of people from all over the world. You had to be impressed by it. It’s Notre-Dame.
We took two photos and then joined a long queue. Unlike those encountered at airport security, French customs, and the RER ticket machine, this queue was quick-moving: free admittance. The herd of humans pushed in.
I enjoyed studying the effects of tourism in my Geography A-Level, and I found the issues flicking into my mind as I approached the world-famous landmark. Environmental damage, or environmental protection…etc. Someone bumped into me from behind.
‘Which is this?’ I pondered.
As soon as we reached the entrance, I wrapped Rach’s cardigan around my waist, out of respect for the ‘No Shorts’ sign. No one complained. I was aware of it as I walked around though, keeping as much of my legs covered as possible – not that my shorts were as short as a couple of the skirts that made it in! Disrespect for locals’ values.
We studied the signs and each little chapel, and were in awe of the stained-glass windows. Cultural preservation. I wished that more people would Continue reading
The aeroplane has just taken off. I wasn’t sure at first if I was going to love it or hate it – I can understand why people are divided about flying. I’ve decided that I love it. My ears hurt a little though, unsurprisingly; this is the girl who can’t do jumping jacks without her ears trying to explode.
I’m chewing a mint, which Rach gave me, to help with the air pressure. She’s already snoring next to me. My ears are crackling, and I’m slightly peeved that a man stole my Continue reading