Review: Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman

practical-magic-9781471169199_lgAs children, sisters Gillian and Sally were forever outsiders in their small New England town, teased, taunted and shunned for the air of magic that seems to sparkle in the air around them. All Gillian and Sally ever wanted was to get away.

And eventually they do – one marries, the other runs as far from home as she can manage.

Years later, however, tragedy will bring the sisters back together. And they’ll find that no matter what else may happen, they’ll always have each other.


I finished a book! Can you believe it? I can’t. I am shocked. Shocked, I tell you. Hopefully, this spells the end of my reading slump. I’m going to try starting another book this evening and we shall see what happens.

Practical Magic is a book I’ve been wanting to read for yonks. Ever since I first saw and fell in love with the film, I’ve wanted to read the book. I am glad I saw the film first – I may not have read the book if the film stuck more closely to it (and I really liked the book so it would have been a shame to miss out on it).

I’m not one of those people who despair if a book-movie deviates from the source material. I view the two as separate entities that I can enjoy individually (the exception here is Inkheart, while I do enjoy the film and will happily watch it, I am very sad that they didn’t allow for the whole trilogy to be turned into films because the later books were incredible), and most of the time I understand why a change had to be made.

Practical Magic the film and Practical Magic the book are very, very different to one another. They share characters and the main conflict but otherwise, they’re different stories. I think it was a great choice for the directors and writers and film people (whoever makes that decision) as the film does add drama that was lacking in the book. The book is a slow burner, it really enjoys exploring the characters more than it does plot, the prose is delicious and it wanders off in directions you would not expect having read the previous paragraph.

I really adored the characters, they were all irrational and flawed and irritating and three dimensional. I love a character that I don’t automatically like. One of the major differences in the film is the age of Sally’s children, in the book they’re both teenagers and the book focusses as much on their relationship with each other as it does the relationship between Sally and Gillian. This is a book about relationships, story and magic are secondary. It’s very much a character-led book.

It weaves magic without making it too showy, there’s no wand waving (except from one of the characters who happens to be a stage magician, I liked that touch) but instead just little things, little bits of intuition and the odd bird heart.

Even though it’s not story-heavy, it left me wanting more; luckily for me, there is a prequel! (A prequel with an equally gorgeous cover design.) It’s not out in paperback until September so I will have to wait a little while but with the rate time is passing at the moment, by the time I wake up tomorrow it will probably be September already. I’ll definitely be giving the prequel a go, and will probably find myself reading Practical Magic again. Good stuff.

(‘the air of magic that seems to sparkle in the air around them’ – blurb-writer, what were you doing? That’s terrible. Ahem.)




Happy International Women’s Day! I am absolutely loving all of the love being shown to inspirational women across my social media, so I thought I would share a way to show some love to the inspirational women writers of the world.

Now that it’s 2018, (some) women in the United Kingdom have been able to vote for 100 years (women over the age of 30 who were either a member or married to a member of the Local Government Register were given the vote in 1918 as part of the Representation of the People Act, women were awarded the same voting rights as men in 1928). In honour of this, there have been events here, there and everywhere – it’s glorious.

My favourite of these is the #Vote100Books initiative.

Hay Festival, which is the biggest literary festival in the country, has teamed up with The Pool with the aim of finding 100 books by women published in the last 100 years that deserve more attention. I am here for it. (There is also a snazzy competition for everyone who nominates – yay books!)

I don’t think anyone will be surprised at which book I nominated (I find every opportunity to mention it, after all).

That’s right, it’s Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente. It is and always will be the first book that I recommend to friends, family, loved ones of all breeds, random camels… literally anything, plant, animal or mineral, that I can recommend this book to, I do. If you’ve not read it, consider this a formal recommendation.

Not only does the book (the beautiful, beautiful book) deserve to be on the list but Catherynne M. Valente does too. I’ve already mentioned how wonderful her Patreon is, she really does take the time and make the effort to show her fans that she appreciates them, and though that is not at all a requirement of authors, it’s definitely deserving of praise when it happens. Her writing is beautiful and deserves to be shared.

I am super excited to find out which books end up on the list, and I can’t wait to start delving into it.

I implore you to nominate your own favourite female author – the more nominations they get, the better! If you want to cast your vote, you can do so at the Hay Festival website. If you want to read more about #Vote100Books, The Pool has written a great article.

Happy International Women’s Day, I hope you take the opportunity to celebrate the wonderful women around you, as well as the women writers who make the literary world go round.

Dealing with a Book Slump

I am suffering. I have been suffering. I am in the slumpiest of book slumps and I cannot deal.


It’s not that I don’t want to read – I really, really do – it’s that I can’t seem to finish anything. Even if I am really enjoying a book, for whatever reason, I can’t sit down and finish it (it is for that reason that I am currently reading about four different books). I am used to being a speedy reader, a reader who can get through a book in a day if I put my mind to it. But alas, my brain is just not letting me.

Which brings us to this blog entry, I thought I’d give some tips for dealing with book slumps, even if I am dealing with my own hilariously badly. These are the three things that I need to try to remember in my time of need and I suggest you (if you are in the same rabbit hole of reading-related guilt) do too.

Cut yourself some slack

I know it’s hard, and it sucks, and you probably want to take a leaf from Piper’s book:


But it’s okay. It’s okay that you’re not reading, I know you think you should be because you are a book blogger/an avid reader/the one who reads all of the things but everyone needs a break, and your brain is probably trying to tell you something.

You are not required to be that person who reads every waking moment. You have a life, you have work/school/family and each of those things is completely deserving of the time that you think you should be reading. You don’t have to feel guilty for taking that time, and you definitely should not punish yourself for it.

Try not to isolate yourself


For me, isolation means not updating my blog – because I should be posting reviews, right? That’s what I do and maybe it’s better not to post than to post anything else. It also means not reading blogs, not commenting on them and generally pretending that they, and I, do not exist.

It doesn’t achieve anything. Sure, I might think that I will update when I’m back on the reading horse properly, and then I will comment on stuff and ‘like’ things and become an active member of the community but if I don’t know when that will be all motivation to update, comment, like runs away and joins the circus. All that mentality achieves is an empty, barren blog and I definitely don’t want that.

You can still blog about books without having read anything new

This last one is a biggie and one that I did not understand for the longest time. Just because you’ve not finished a book recently does not mean that all of the other books that you have read in your lifetime cease to exist, it also does not mean you’re not a book lover and you cannot engage in bookish conversation. You can, you should, it might actually spur you back into a reading frenzy.



A Very Witchy Book Haul


Have I mentioned my love for giftcards recently? (That is a trick question, I know that I have.) Here is a very recent haul using up some (yes, only some) of my Christmas giftcards. I am in love.

None of these books are particularly new but they have been on my wishlist for a very long time and I am super into witches at the moment. Well, I am always into witches but I really wanted to read about some too. Bring me magic and wonder and darkness.

I have never read any of them and I probably should have (Practical Magic is one of my favourite films, and so far the book is excellent… very different but excellent).

Have you ever seen such a beautiful display of covers? A couple of these are among my favourite covers ever. Ever. I’m always swayed by a pretty cover, even if I don’t like the book, a pretty cover is always welcome on my shelf. (Shallow, I know.)

Thanks must go to Waterstones for having these in stock, and for being my favourite bookshop. Thank you, Waterstones, as ever you are fantastic.

Just a quick one today, I am a very busy woman. Things to do, people to see, worlds to conquer. (I am lying, I am watching Extreme Cake Makers while attempting to make some progress on my manuscript.)

Have you ever read any of these? If so, what did you think? Link your reviews below! Do you have any wonderful witchy reads that I should really add to my list?

Design I like: Musical Posters

I haven’t done one of these posts in a very long time. In fact, I started this one in… 2015. (Whoops.) It kept being pushed back by other posts and before I knew it, it was at the bottom of my drafts pile.

I adore musicals, and while I worked in London I often found myself stopping to stare at the beautiful posters on display in the Underground (even before I knew they were for musicals at times) – it’s one of the things I miss about working in London. These are some of my favourites.

The time has come for this series to make a comeback, including the covers I really like. Cover design has been fantastic lately, and I am ready to shout about it again.

The Ultimate Reading Mix

This was always going to be a tough post to write: the one that came after the first weight loss post. I didn’t ever want to post all of those in one go so the question was “what the hell do I write next?”

I find that whenever I am doing something difficult or unpleasant (like washing up or cleaning the kitchen, because no one likes doing those things), music makes it that much easier. While blogging is not unpleasant, it can be difficult, especially the first post after quite a heavy one like my last entry so I thought why not make it a little easier and a little more chill with some music.

I am blessed with Spotify Premium (thank you, other half, once again you make my life fabby), so I have access to a hoard of really good music ad-free wherever I go. It’s great.

My playlists tend to be massive sprawling things (I really need to sort them out every so often) which works great for things like reading, or writing, or generally creating things. I can pop on one of my massive playlists and it will never run out of music. I can get engrossed in a book for hours at a time and never have to fiddle with my music, I get uninterrupted reading time with hours and hours of my personal perfect reading soundtrack. Bliss.

I’m one of those people who prefers scores while reading and creating so that I don’t get distracted by pesky lyrics. However, some of my scores do have wonderful choral parts because I am a sucker for them – especially if they’re in a language I don’t understand, it makes everything sound that little bit fantastical.

So without further tomfoolery, here are my top songs from my ultimate reading mix (the whole playlist will be at the end of this post if you find that it’s exactly your kind of thing!):

1. Dance of the Druids – Bear McCreary (Outlander)

This is an absolutely incredible piece of music, and the scene it’s from is one of the most beautiful things I have ever had the pleasure to watch. If you’ve no interest in watching Outlander, look up the Dance of the Druids scene and just watch that – it’s magical.

2. Prologue – James Newton Howard (Lady in the Water)

I think this song is what made me want to watch Lady in the Water in the first place. It’s another magical one (I am going to be using that word a lot in this blog, sorry). Generally, on soundtracks, if there is a track called ‘Prologue’ which happens to be playing while a narrator of some description is getting the viewer up to speed with the story, it will be my favourite. There’s just something about knowing that a story is being told and that the track is specifically composed to make that story sound incredible that really pulls me in.

3. The Woman in White Suite – Julian Lloyd Webber and Sarah Chang

This is a super long one and lasts for about half an hour. It’s an instrumental suite based on the musical The Woman in White (based on the book of the same name). It’s got tension, it’s got drama, it’s got sweetness and it makes my stomach feel a little bit funny at times. (I take that as a good thing.) The other track, Phantasia, which was on the same release, is also wonderful (it is a homage to all things Phantom of the Opera, which you may have guessed already).

4. The Half Killed – Dario Marianelli (Atonement)

For a little drama and sadness. Such a beautiful track. It builds and builds and builds. This has been one of my go-to tracks for a very long time. Even before I saw the film.

5. Statues – Alexandre Desplat (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part Two)

Alexandre Desplat was easily the best composer they used in the Harry Potter films. His work is phenomenal and this track has always been my favourite. (Possibly because McGonagall is my favourite too. Let’s face it, the two things are probably, almost definitely related.)

The Playlist

If you like these, you might like the whole playlist. There are over 1,500 songs on it, and I am hoping no random non-scores made their way on there but you never know. I periodically add more to it one album at a time, so I always recommend playing it on shuffle for the full effect.

To listen to the playlist click here, while I try to work out why the embed widget isn’t working. Booo.


My Weight Loss Story, Part One: The moment I started ‘having issues’ with my body

I’ve had this post sitting in my drafts for almost a year now. I’ve been coming up with excuses not to post it from ‘I’ll post it when I’ve finished my journey’ and ‘I can’t post it yet, it’s not the right time of year’ to ‘this is garbage, I will never post it’. I’ve decided to bite the bullet and go for it (and close my eyes really tight and hope for the best).

I’ve referenced my on-going weight loss and self-love journey in a few posts but I’ve never actually sat down and written about it. So I’m going to. It’s a break from the normal bookish and occasional creative posts and I wouldn’t be offended if you skip it, but it’s an important post to write.

It’s important for two reasons: 1) so that I can look back at it and see how far I’ve come, I would like to have a record of it and 2) because things like this should be talked about. So many people struggle with body-image and weight and eating, the more stories that are out there, the more people they can possibly help.

On that note, I am going to include a TRIGGER WARNINGThis post will talk about body-imageself-love, and eating habits. If reading about these things affects you, please don’t read on. Out of courtesy for those who might be triggered by my story, all of my journey posts will continue under a cut.

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What’s on my Wishlist #1

I have a vast Wishlist on Amazon, which I am constantly adding to and removing from when I eventually get round to buying a thing or having the thing bought for me by lovely people (mostly my parents at birthdays and Christmas). My Wishlist is quite an eclectic thing so I thought it would be fun to chronicle some of my favourite things-I-want on my blog!

I say ‘my favourite things’ but I don’t actually own them yet so they could be utter crap. We may never know.

41O3NhRd1yLThe Body Shop Vanilla Chai Shower Gel. If it’s Vanilla Chai scented, flavoured, or even vaguely hinted at, I want it. I have so many Vanilla Chai related things on my Wishlist. It is my ultimate favourite scent. I mentioned it in my last post and I will definitely be mentioning it again.

If I could get every scented product I own in Vanilla Chai, I would. My boyfriend would hate me but I would do it anyway. (He has no control over my pretty smelling things, even though he hates most of them. Ha.)

I bleed Vanilla Chai now, that’s how obsessed I am. I am not ashamed.

41r7x3nKHxL._SX302_BO1,204,203,200_Bernstein’s Reverse Dictionary. I love the idea of this. Can’t think of the word you need? Look up the definition! It would be so handy, I am always losing words. I know exactly what they mean but I cannot think of the word itself. There is a word for that and I have forgotten what it is (update: it’s Lethologica). It’s also a fairly old book so I am sure there will be some amusing outdated definitions that no longer apply.

I’m a big fan of all things wordy. I love dictionaries. I love gimmicks. Give me all of the gimmicky dictionaries. All of them. I don’t care if they all have the same words in them, I will have them anyway, gladly!

I may never own this one. I would imagine it’s quite hard to find nowadays. A girl can dream.

51paPsszjULDirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency (Boxset). I just finished watching the show on Netflix, I loved it. I know the books are very different and follow a different plotline but I need to read them. The show was exactly the sort of thing I fall in love with, and exactly the sort of thing I wanted to watch at the time. (At any time, really. It is incredibly good.)

I love weird shows. Weird shows are great. I really enjoy watching a show that surprises me at every turn, a show which is so ridiculous that everything makes a sort of sense and it is kind of impossible to find any kind of plot hole because literally anything can be explained by the weirdness of it all.

41RLkXQOrxL._SX412_BO1,204,203,200_Pantone 20th Century in ColorIt pains me to spell ‘colour’ that way but that is the title of the book so I have to. I love all things print and colour, one of my favourite things at my old job was the book of Pantone swatches and one of my favourite things at my current job is the massive colour swatch poster I have on the wall, so that I can see how certain colour codes are reproduced on one of our machines.

It looks like a really nifty exploration of colour throughout history and I am so here for that. Not only because I find it interesting but because it might help me in my work too! Vintage colour palettes are always lovely to work with.

715LLXlG-wLNabokov’s Favourite Word is Mauve. This looks like such an interesting read. It combines statistics and data with literature. It answers questions like: “What are our favourite authors’ favourite words? Do men and women write differently? Are bestsellers getting dumber over time? Which bestselling writer uses the most clichés? What makes a great opening sentence? How can we judge a book by its cover? And which writerly advice is worth following or ignoring?” (Taken from the blurb.)

I find that sort of thing fascinating, and selfishly think that it will make my own writing better. Apparently, you don’t need to be good at maths to understand it, which is great for me because since leaving school, my maths skills are dismal.

A predictably bookish first post with some Vanilla Chair thrown in (we are beginning to not be surprised at this point). Lovely.

Are any of these on your Wishlist? Do you have an actual Wishlist or do you keep it all in your head? Is there anything you think I should add to mine? (This, of course, being a fraction of my list.)

Let me know in the comments.

Happy Saturday, bloglings.

10 things that have made me happy recently

img_9274I want to spread some joy, I also love writing about myself (because I am vain and I like to think I am good at it) so I thought I would combine the two. I intend to make this a regular thing. Lots of things make me happy, and it will be a nice little catalogue to look back at on my down days which could never be a bad thing.

So, here are 10 things that have done a lot for my mood recently. A lot of them are simple and random but, often, the best things are.

1. A little cat named Sergeant Pepper.

img_9155Back in December, it snowed pretty badly. We’d been feeding a cat for a while, it would come and visit us almost every day and we’d been seeing it for months and months and months. It was such a friendly little critter, and it was always really happy to see us (my boyfriend would always say “Can we have him?” and look hopefully at me when trotted over to us). We couldn’t bear the thought of our little friend being out in the snow with nowhere warm to go so we invited him up to our flat. (Though, we thought he was a she at this point and had spent many months calling him a beautiful girl. Whoops.)

img_8807He stayed with us for two weeks before we were able to take him to the vets (there were many hijinks involving cat carriers and the like). I was checking all of the lost pet pages and websites for my area just in case anyone was looking for him, and I kept an eye out for posters around our estate, but no one was looking for him, if he had a home they didn’t want him anymore. The vet scanned him all over for a microchip and, luckily for us, he didn’t have one. (Though I would have been happy to reunite him with his family, I would have been devastated if he had a chip – I fell in love with him as soon as he made it inside the flat!)

img_8658As he had been with us for seven days without anyone claiming him and he didn’t have a chip, we were allowed to keep him. Hooray! We think he’s about 6 years old, and he may have been hit by a car because his mouth is a little bit messed up (he’s having at least one tooth removed later this month), and he may have limited vision in one eye. He’s a little bit wonky and I love him very much.

I’m sure my loved ones are fed up of my constant prattling about him but he is the best and I feel so lucky to have him.

2. Vanilla Chai Tea.

Vanilla Chai is my tea of choice, to the point where I am now a little bit disappointed when I am met with a normal cup of tea because I expect it to taste and smell like vanilla chai. Spoiler alert: it never does.

It’s such a lovely flavour. It’s so autumnal and warm, with its wintry cousin Spiced Chai they are my perfect cosy drinks.

I have two honourable mentions in this section and they are thus: Coconut chai tea, my other half bought me coconut chai loose leaf tea yonks ago but I could never drink it because I cannot handle bits in my drinks and the infuser I have always leaks, luckily I found some empty tea bags on Amazon so I was finally able to try it properly (it is delicious); OGX limited edition Vanilla Chai shampoo and conditioner, this stuff smells incredible, so incredible that I panic bought some more so that I can use it for as long as possible before I have to wave a sad goodbye.

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3. Owning a slow cooker.

img_8933My lovely, lovely parents bought me a slow cooker for Christmas and it has changed my life. I am still eating the Slimming World way and I have long been wanting to try slow cooker recipes but I lacked a vital component: the slow cooker.

I’ve only cooked a few things in it so far but they have been a success and I am raring to try more. I have recently fallen in love with cooking again after several months of being lazy and living mostly on giant vats of plain pasta (I love pasta, I am a carb fiend and I always will be); since early January, I have been trying out at least one new recipe every week to try to keep things interesting while I continue on my meandering weightloss journey, and I would recommend it to everyone. Widen your food horizons, you might surprise yourself.

On a related note: my other half does not eat the same food I do, and I love not having to share my food. It is wonderful knowing that you have leftovers in the fridge. It is even more wonderful when you know with complete certainty, that they will still be there when you want to eat them.

4. My boyfriend talking in his sleep.

My other half is a very deep sleeper but if you catch him just as he’s falling asleep (which can sometimes occur while you are on the phone) you get a little insight into his pink elephant dreams and the results are often rather funny. So far in 2018, we have only had one Sleep Talking Scott moment but it was beautiful:

“Don’t let the onions and pickles [mumble mumble mumble]..”

Don’t let the onions and the pickles what? What are they doing?

“They’re trying to infiltrate my burger.”


Sometime later after a fairly large interval of silence, he uttered but one word…


5. The End of the Day by Claire North.

img_9038The book I am slowly reading. I hit a reading slump last year which I have been struggling to get out of. I put a lot of pressure on myself to read more, and it worked for a while, I read more than I had read in the entirety of 2016 in the first few months of 2017 but then I hit a snag and haven’t been able to find anything new that I wanted to read. There are a lot of books I want to read but I had trouble finding one I wanted to read right then and there.

The End of the Day seems to be that book. It’s taking me a while but I am getting there and I am thoroughly enjoying it. I will hopefully be reviewing it in the coming weeks, or however long it takes me to finish (I refuse to rush myself) but for now I will leave you with its tagline:

Sooner or later, Death visits everyone. Before that, they meet Charlie.

Is that a hook or what?

6. High-waisted skinny jeans.

img_8134Up until recently, I never thought I would wear skinny jeans. I never thought I would wear high-waisted jeans either, I tried some on yonks ago and they looked horrendous and felt uncomfortable. When I was at my biggest, I was too scared to buy jeans because clothes sizes frightened me (and made me very, very sad) so I just didn’t try. Recently, I got to a size I was happy enough to take the chance with and now I am the proud owner of several pairs of skinny jeans, two of which are high-waisted. I love them. They make my legs look so good. I live in them now.

7. I found my first half-a-grey hair.

This is a weird one. For most people, finding a grey hair is a bad thing, and I thought it would be for me too. I don’t know whether it was because it was only half a hair or because it looked white rather than grey (and for a dark haired person, the idea of white hair is quite exciting, just think of all the bright coloured dye you could use without having to bleach your hair to death beforehand!) but it made me happy just the same.

I even saved the hair in my phone case so I could proudly show the other half when we both finished work. Oh, Elou.

8. Pepsi Max in glass bottles.

It just tastes so much better from glass. So much better.


9. Giftcards.

I get a fair amount of giftcards for birthdays and Christmases. I ask for them because A) books are expensive and B) I am losing weight and thus want and need to buy new clothes. Adulting takes money so I sometimes feel guilty for spending mine on things I don’t need, receiving giftcards takes the guilt away from buying things I just want. So thank you to all of my friends and family for your kind, kind donations to my shopping problem. (Giftcards are why I own jeans now, they are a blessing.)


10. The word ‘ochre’.

I wrote it in something the other day and it has been stuck in my head ever since. It is such a satisfying word. It sounds warm and rich and I love saying it.

What has made you happy recently? Feel free to join in! 

If you’re reading this, I tag you.

I am made up of flaws

When I was younger, I wanted braces and glasses. (I always thought they looked cool.) I have glasses (and love them) and I had braces on my top teeth for six months. Childhood dreams achieved.

Now, I want freckles and red hair. Mainly because they look wonderful in photos. Red hair is the sign of a soul full of fire and freckles are the tiny marks left behind when magic has come into contact with skin. Red hair and freckles are magic made real.

I will never have freckles and I highly doubt red hair would look good on me. This is something I have come to accept. Begrudgingly.

I am not stereotypically pretty (if such a thing exists, for the sake of argument, we are saying it does). I have never been told I should model, and I have never had much attention because of the way my face looks. I am awkward; one of my eyes is bigger than the other (a thing which is alarmingly obvious in the photograph on my driving license), my hair is always scraggly and split at the ends even when I’ve just had it cut, my shoulders are wonky and my neck is slanted. I have a birthmark on my lip (which I adore) that everyone assumes is a bruise or a cut, it goes a deeper blue when I am cold. My eyebrows are very rarely perfectly plucked and I am terrible at most make-up (winged eyeliner, however, I can do… sometimes), I don’t wear it often. I don’t moisturise my face when I should, and I very rarely remember to use the fancy, expensive face stuff I bought for myself for my twenty-sixth birthday.

Sometimes I don’t brush my hair, instead, I put it in a bun or plaits when it’s wet and leave it like that for a day until it looks like I’ve put a lot of effort in to make my hair wavy or curly. My hair hates being washed too much, and certain shampoo makes it feel gummy and disgusting (now that I’ve worked out what particular shampoo that is, I avoid it). Dry shampoo is my friend.

During the week, I put absolutely no effort into my outfits, I pull a top and some leggings off of the giant mound of clothes on my bedroom floor that I really should sort through and hang up. I get up 15-30 minutes before I need to leave for work. I very rarely clean my glasses, and am permanently seeing the world through a smear. As soon as I get home, now that I own a cat who has very fluffy fur and definitely no regard for where he sheds it, I change into lounge pants and one of my designated ‘cat tops’. When it’s cold, I wear a lot of hats and my hair goes even more flat than it already is (I have very fine hair, I often wish that one day I will wake up and it will be gloriously thick and shiny but it won’t, and I will always look like I am going slightly bald even though I’m not), sometimes I wear my hats all day, right up until I go to bed, until my head feels like it’s still wearing it even an hour after I’ve taken it off.

I procrastinate like nothing else. I get determined to do things and then find ways to sabotage myself. Updating this blog being one of those things (but in my defense, have you ever tried to blog on a computer that is attached to a giant TV across the other side of the room? I have, and it is neither pleasant nor enjoyable – now I have a beautiful little laptop which is just for blogging and writing and all manner of wordy things.), I am, once again, going to attempt to do better.

My nails are always stubby and short and bitten jagged, even though I adore the look of black nail varnish. That is another thing I am trying to curb. So far it’s working, soon my nails will be painted black and I will look that little bit more snazzy and that little bit closer to the me that I see in my head, who looks a little bit witchy and a little bit cool and like she has her life together. (Sometimes I have the oomph to look like that. Sometimes.)

When I was younger, I didn’t appreciate the paleness of my skin and the dark brown of my hair. Even though, in my more whimsical moments, I want to paint myself with freckles (I really should learn how to do the freckle make-up, another bit of girlishness that I will be absolutely terrible at), I love being pale and I love having dark hair. (But that doesn’t mean I won’t dye it again, I proabably will.) I love my face sometimes, and I love it when my hair dries just right.

I don’t know how to end blog entries, especially long overdue blog entries.