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Mmmm, eco-purchasings

Well, nearly bought (the website is playing silly bees with me):

People Tree jute cosmetic case – £4.50

My make up bags recently have varied. A while ago I was using a carrier bag from Selfridges and Co. After coming back from Berlin and with all my ‘liquids’ sitting in one of those free bags you get from airports so security don’t hack you to death, I just decided to carry on using it. Very classy.

At the minute, I am using a small FCUK bag that I got, complete with body stuff from a relative for Xmas, and I’m gonna guess here, in about 2001. I have never used the FCUK products as ever before I knew about FCOD’s I knew that FCUK products were probably tested on animals. The bag is cute though and has come in very useful.

Unfortunately, the dual knowledge of eBay and that Urban Decay/Hard Candy cosmetics are not tested on animals (FCOD – 2004) has meant that my makeup collection has grown a bit from what it was to include heated eyelash curlers (I am THAT vain. Actually, I got them because conventional curlers don’t work and instead just rip out my eyelashes), and 3 liquid eyeliners…with which I have been making a total mess with. Thus, stuff no longer fits in my FCUK bag and my only other makeup bag is impossible to use because everything is stacked up in the bag. This People Tree one is nice a flat, so I can find everything easily at 7.00am on a Saturday morning and paw stuff onto my face in the vague places it should go.

Also, Hard Candy Stain & Shine (shade – Stop) is my favourite product at the mo, bought from this seller. I remember when a berry coloured cheek stain was produced by the Body Shop (in their pre-L’oreal days), I saw it in a copy of J-17 when I was about 14. It was £10 though, and that was about 2 weeks pocket money, so I never bought it. I remember thinking that it was a lovely deep wine colour, and the model’s cheeks look dewy and rosy, not cakey and pink like the overdone powder blusher of girls at school.

The obvious one now is Benefit’s BeneTint, but predictably, tested on animals. Cue some wanker saying ‘Haha, they blush rabbits cheeks, how can that annoy you?’ The amount of times I’ve had to explain to people that animal testing isn’t doing rabbit fur with hairspray, its about grazing their skin and eyes and putting chemicals in them, amongst other things. Christ, I could burst. Anyway. Then I found Hard Candy’s lip n cheek version. AMAZING.

On the ethical vibe, Sky.com have a 20% off at Adili voucher until the 30th April, so obviously I have been cruising it to use my maths in the quest for ethical bargains!

I have narrowed it down…same top, 2 different colours, viz;

Frank & Faith ‘Beatrice’ bamboo top

Black or this weird colour named ‘mink’? On the F&F site it looks a nice grey. I suit grey, but I wear a lot of grey clothes. On the Adili product page it looks grey in the model picture, but a sort of biscuity colour in the product photo. I generally avoid things that are skin coloured, they probably wash me out and make me look undead.

I also like the black, and black looks quite good on me. But, black is black…its a boring colour and it would obscure the ruching effect which is kinda the focus of the top. Couldn’t it be green…or yellow??? Something? Gah. In the grand scheme of things, not important. But hey.

For din dins: Sainsburys organic tomato & marscapone sauce with Morrisons organic spinach and ricotta tortellini. Yum.

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Meatylicious

Animal/meat related posts from modblog:

A Tattoo Good Enough To Eat 

Hen Tattoos

The first one mentions the vegan sleeve I enthused over a while ago. I much prefer the vegan sleeve, partly because of subject matter but also the vibrancy of it. Part of the attraction and art of good food and things from the earth is their colour. But, also the subject of the black and white sleeve is veal demi-glace, which is a stock/sauce that is combined with espagnole or something. Basically, it has veal in it, and veal-production is a cruel industry. The tenderness of the veal meat comes from lack of muscle usage and how do you restrict muscle usage? Restrict the area with which the animal can move around in. Cruel? Yes.

Luckily for consumers that eat meat but also have a conscience, there is a push towards ‘rose veal’. Industrial veal is white, whereas because rose veal calves have actually been able to move, their meat is pink, hence the name. I would still only encourage people to buy organically certified rose veal, to ensure the calves and their mothers have been kept in good conditions.

The hen tattoos are gorgeous. I’ve probably mentioned my bird-fancying (haha) before. Most birds are just very cute. I really like chickens and would love to keep some, even though we have a cat. Apparently, chickens can defend themsleves against cats with a peck, which shouldn’t be needed to deter Tom, who was scared of -and chased by a- domestic rabbit on a daily basis.

Also linked on the hen tattoo page was Twwly’s DIY chicken rearing site, which I strongly encourage everyone to look at. It shows how animals should be raised and how good home grown food can be. Which reminds me, it’ll be veg sowing season soon. I hope to grow tomatoes, spinach, basil and chillies. We will be growing other veg, but to start me as an independent grower off, its best that I grow things I will actually eat!

Still vaguely on the topic of meat, I bought this:

  Paul Frank ‘Bob Braces Dog Picnic’ Watch

How brilliant is it??? It is a dog eating a sandwich on a watch. One of the straps has hotdogs on it! Sod your stainless steel fancy ‘grown up’ watches. I want mine to have an orthodontically challenged dog on it.

I know I posted a while ago of some Russian doll twill tape I bought a while ago, intending to use my current watch face to produce my own new watch. I was having a bit of a dilemma over how to attach the fabric/ribbon round the watch for easy washing (my job can get messy) and battery changes. No need to worry, fate sorted out my watch for me. Half way through my Saturday shift I noticed I could actually touch the hands of my watch, meaning the watch glass had either pinged off somewhere or had smashed into someone’s bag or the freezers. God knows. Anyway, I am one of those people who becomes surgically attached to their watch. I don’t have time at the mo to fanny about with designs and finding a suitable watch face with appropriate loops for the ribbon.

I didn’t like spending £45 on a watch, but Paul Frank is a quality brand, the straps are man-made not leather, it has a dog eating a sarnie (did I mention that already?)  and how oftendo I buy watches? My last watch was bought ages ago out of the Argos catalogue. It broke, so it was sewn back together, the fake leather ‘thongs’ started falling apart and off, still I kept it. I do not let go easily.

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Funkystrong.

That has made my day. I am currently wrestling (mentally, not physically) with a revision guide to ‘museum environment’. It is stupendously complex for someone with my lack of brain. However, I have heard that as you progress as a conservator (I always want to write conservatory) you become spectacularly anally retentive about relative humdity and light sources but as long as I don’t buy an clock-style RH meter and put in my kitchen I will be OK.

In CRIME RIDDEN BRITAIN OMG news – Paypal have refunded me my money to my paypal account (not my bank account) after 3 emails. I tried to ring up Nationwide’s Fraud department (they are almost like my best friends I call them so much). I was on hold for like 15 minutes so I trailed off onto looking at panda-related items on etsy, so I was surprised to hear someone and nearly threw my pen. When I replied, I couldn’t hear anything apart from some woman laughing and what it sounds like when you pretended to be asleep on plastic school tables.
I couldn’t shout ‘halllooo’ cos my Mum was asleep so I just waited and I thought I could hear some geezer very quietly but I gave up and ate some crisps instead. STORY OF MY LIFE.
If anyone would like to help me explain pollutant monitoring, pest management and the difference between spotlights, direct sunlight and north daylight I will give you sweets.

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“Hey man, thats a swede swede you’re swedings”

The big news today aka OMG I NEARLY DIED. Not.

Yep, Market Rasen is roughly 10-15 miles from Lincoln (as the crow flies).  It was fun, in a completely weird way. Woke up to the house shaking and all these weird creaky noises and bright lights and my first thought was that the military had blockaded the council estate near us Shameless/28 Days Later style. Mum was at work on a night shift and after the rumbling stopped, Dad came into my room and we had a look outside and concluded it was ‘tremors’. In fact, I was more bothered about more stuff happening as there is a bloody big birch tree right outside my window.

Feel free to shoot me down here, but GMTV’s wildly hysterical coverage of the earthquake was unbelivable. They seemed to phone interview randoms about nothing in particular. “I LIVE IN WATFORD/MANCHESTER/BIRMINGHAM BLAH BLAH BLAH AND MY TELLY FELL OFF THE WALL!!!” No it didn’t, don’t make rubbish up to get on the telly and talk with the quite frankly vacant and perpetually irritating Fiona Phillips. I live in Lincoln and all my precariously balanced crap in my room (inc. TV on rubbishy stand) stayed put. I call bull.

Fun stuff:

Brass bird ring, approx £20

That be mine! I’m rubbish at keeping rings so fingers crossed I keep this one (I might just weld it to my hand) . The listing is for an S, but the artist is shortening it for me to a K. I have a thing for bird motifs at the mo, I blame my ‘rents and all of their bird books.

Actually, talking of rings, this is a post from Modblog a week or so ago that could solve my losing rings problem:

 

Unlikely But True: Finger Ring Piercing – Modblog

I mean, I’m obviously far too OCD regarding germs to ever do that, but its pretty neat that she’s healed a very difficult piercing and kept it looking swanky.

Oh, and Be Kind Rewing was vair vair good. Taps in to all those childhood games of pretending you’re on telly (which is actually just a big old box with a hole in it) or trying to be allowed to play with the camcorder (never happened).

As you’ve seen from the trailer, the remake films are ‘sweded’ versions. This made me laugh like the drain because when some Swedish exchange student that our mates were paired with came to our school, we took to changing all adjectives and nouns to ‘swede’ (see title of post). It was infinitely hilarious to us and the (actual) Swedes.

Swede. 

 

 

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This is a happy song.

I know you’ve all heard this song and I’m like to sound just not ‘edgy’ enough considering it was on an ipod advert ages ago and I dunno…sold out or something? I have no idea. Point is, I like it.

Feist – 1 2 3 4

I heard it in full length and watched the video for the first time the other day and I was, quite frankly charmed. First of all, I wish I could walk around in cobalt blue spangly catsuits and secondly, she dances like me and that is very endearing. I really like her voice too and the song is just cute, the bit they chose for the advert really wasn’t the best part.

Also, the video had an air of ‘much better Gap’ about it. Talking of that, found the best old Gap advert:

LOOOOVE TRAIN

When this came out I was in Year 9 and we used to sit at the back of our form room swinging on our chairs singing it (ditto ‘Everybody Dance Now’ during Maths with loopy head movement and guttural voice synths, oh yah). Funny though, Gap asking us to start a love train when they have had sweat-shop accusations and human rights allegations. Hmmm.

My new card arrived, huzzah and hurrah! And I’m starting a new project as well. I was really inspired by this watch on Etsy:

Frenchy Watch – £18ish

Love it. Unfortunatley the band is made of leather so that is a no for me. So I’m planning to make a watch sorta similar to that one, but I’ll use a layered gabardine or denim instead of leather and add my own touches. I’m waiting till I get the ribbon and fabric before getting the watch face (there are loads on ebay). I’ve already bought the ribbon off Etsy, I fell in love with it instantly!

From Matatabi’s shop – £1.50

Eeeee…I’m excited! I also finished working on my first historical object on Wednesday, so I’ll post before + after cards once I’ve finished my lab record card.

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Well, at least they were charitable criminals

Two crap things:

1. I’m not very well, and my head feels like its filling up with helium, and not tin the good ‘laughing gas at Leeds festival’ sorta way. The snotty way. I have nearly 10 hours at work tomorrow and refuse to call in sick. That is the stubborn capitalist in me. MONEY.

2. I have been locked out of my bank account for the next week. I received a letter from Nationwide’s Special Investigations team, alerting me that there had been possibly fraudulent transactions on my card. I rang them up, which was a difficult thing for me to do (I hat hate hate phones). My account is now frozen for outgoing payments till I receive my new card and pin number. They tried to buy £250 of goods off the internet, but curiously also tried to make a donation of £2 something to Christian Aid. So they are also nice fraudsters haha.

Weirdly enough, in this climate of fear that most people in Britain live in, I don’t feel violated by this, that someone had my details and thus was trying to pinch my hard-earned wages and student loan. I don’t feel the sudden urge to write a letter to the Daily Mail wailing “I’ve been duped, probably by one of those LORD FORSAKEN Lebanese Loops. As it is called Lebanese, it must mean the criminals are those funny speaking foreigners. VOTE BNP!”

But I’m not, because that is totally bonkers. If anything, I was more pissed off when some scumbag stole my phone out of my work fleece a year ago. It was a brand new phone that cost over £100. It shows the clientèle I get. I had my phone blacklisted and bought a new one. These fraud’sters’ got away with nothing, so yar boo to them.

It does mean that just like when I was 17 I am relying on Mummy and Daddy for moula.

 Not crap things:

1. I love this, but am unsure of whether to get it (not that I’ll have a chance as I can;t use my card, I could beg Leo/my Mum) because its unaccredited wool…but it is looovely:

 

Mivvy Hoodie, £40 reduced from £80. Howies 

 A flash of colour in the hood, crinkly look, BUTTONS (god, I love buttons on things, its the grandma in me)

2. Whilst fighting our way through the Cake-and-sausage-roll Cub Brigade and 50+ Axa Sun Life Subscriber ‘Oooh isn’t he lovley’ Dodgery Old Woman Society, my Dad and I encountered organic spinach and ricotta tortellini. HUZZAH! My Dad has pledged to only buy organic/free range pig meat now, after reading in the Times that outdoor reared pork still means that the pig spends its last three months in a unroofed shed. Not acceptable.  But my Dad is a chorizo fiend, and organic charcuterie meats are difficult to come by in supermarkets/farmer’s markets. I have found some online suppliers though, so my papi doesn’t have to go without.

Found a lovely alternative to the very pricey Frogprince necklace I posted before:

 Prince Charming, approx £12

Bonus points for being reworked vintage. Saves raw materials and give stuff a new lease of life, and is approx 15% of the price of the other necklace, ha. My Mum is looking for vintage Emerald (her birthstone) rings for her 25th wedding anniversary/birthday (same day, like Shakespeare. My Mum’s ambition is to die on her birthday like him too). I’d personally got for an Art Nouveau piece, but my Mum’s not really a Nouveau person. I imagine her as more Deco than anything.

Anyway, I’m rambling now, so I bid you adieu. (And can I just say that I had my highest number of visitors yesterday, so thanks to you lovely pixelated computer people!)

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I burn, I pine, I perish

The first thing I heard this morning was that Heath Ledger had died. I instantly looked at the picture of him above my bed (cut from a copy of Cosmo Girl some time when I was 15, which coincided with my first viewing of 10 Things I Hate About You and also shows that I haven’t changed my room in a long time) and hoped it wasn’t true, or I’d heard it wrong. It seems that he was deeply troubled, one of us who is a bit ‘wrongly wired’. Or he was just chemically trying to gain some normalcy. I don’t know. I’m no stranger to taking travel sickness tablets and shot of booze to help me sleep sometimes. Its not the same thing, mind.

I haven’t seen Brokeback Mountain, nor A Knight’s Tale all the way through, but 10 Things I Hate About You arrived just at the right time for me. A time in my teenagerdom that needed charming curly haired men in it, who sang and pranced around making pricks of themselves, for the love of a ‘shrew’. It made me love FNT by Semisonic (I was introduced to Closing Time by one of my history teachers in Year 11. It became one of my favourite songs of that year)

Some of us at university (11 out of 13 of us are female) have decided to hold a Heath Tribute at the halls, in which we will watch the three films mentioned here, wear black, drink and eat crisps while sighing about how wonderful he is.

If it sounds strange to do that, I have already be to a wake for a hamster this week, so these sorts of things are becoming an increasingly normal part of my life. I would say ‘condolences to his family’ but I won’t because I don’t know them, and I obviously didn’t know Heath, he just occupied a A5 space close to my headboard at night. He seemed like a nice guy and its a shame that a brother, son and father has left this ‘mortal coil’ so young.

Back to fancy things and frippery before I start pining at my bedroom wall.

I was walking towards the bus station today, after doing an arduous historical ceramic and stone trail around uphill, downhill and everyhill Lincoln. I saw two incredibly lovely things in the window of Unikat. One was a glass bead heart with wings on a ball chain necklace and the other was:

Frogprince necklace, from £129

Of course, very much out of the budget of someone who works weekends in a shop and would never forgive herself if she blew over 100 quid of her student loan (which I’m saving up until I move out and really have to spend it) on a necklace. I’d spend £100 on a pair of Beyond Skin shoes because they are shoes and thus keep you from getting hypodermic needles embedded in your feet/trench foot. A necklace doesn’t do that.

In Other News: I have no idea where its gone, but it must be somewhere in the house. The Sunday before I went to Athens I cam back from work, got in the shower and took my ankh necklace off. I look for it and it is gone. Gone gone gone. I have worn an ankh necklace ever since I was about 10? (God, I can’t remember a lot from that far back, just being obsessed with dens, rabbits and playing in the woods). I lost my first one that my Nanny bought me on the bus after a PE lesson (I left it my top blazer pocket) in Year 10. Whilst doing family tree research in Essex (Dad and I were my Mother’s accomplices) we found one in the Artful Angel in Maldon that was lovely. This was the one I lost a few weeks ago. Let me tell you this, it is very difficult to find sterling silver ankh pendants. Most are rubbish, chunky kiddie-goth pewter pieces of crap. I might get my Dad to ring the Artful Angel and see if they still make mine (I’m scared of phones). If they need a reference, I have hundreds of pictures of me wearing it.

Also sad: I broke my grotty piece of ribbon that I have worn around my wrist since summer 2004 (arguably the most influential summer of my life so far) . It was filthy-looking (it had gone from white to a rancid shade of cream), and had frayed so it was literally hanging by a thread, so I’m not surprised it broke. I pulled it out of a top I had and my friend Chesca tied it around my wrist and I have worn it ever since. I’m tempted to buy another piece of ribbon and tie them together and wear the best part of it. Its weird how you can get so attached to a piece of crappy ribbon, but that ribbon has been there, done that, worn that t-shirt. Festivals, boyfriend(s…ish) parties, birthdays, school, college, university etc etc.

This is getting really long, but I have to say, we have been given our first REAL objects to work on. Mine is a ‘slater’s knife’ from Saffron Walden museum is Essex(?). They are quite clearly mad to let me near anything of any historical value.

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