With this blog I tend to go 2 ways. I either have some big fat opinion about whatever just floats my boat, like last week’s Oscar rant, which, by the way I was spot on, may I just say. Or if the latter doesn’t strike, I share with you some finds on my weekly journey through the World Wide Web. Today, lucky you, I have no big opinions! but rather a few interesting bits and bobs I think you’ll like. And so here we go.
I came across this wonderful site (tinyatlasquarterly.com), stacked full of images that either make you deeply depressed as you don’t live in them, or simply are a wonderful pool of inspiration for some. Thankfully I tend to the latter, gorgeous imagery of others never makes me feel inadequate, but more is a source of inspiration of something one “could” be doing, if you wouldn’t be… erm.. stuck being you.
The Oscars are about to commence for the 86th time tonight. Soon we shall see who is wearing whom and who is taking which one (Oscar) home? Speaking of which, I feel this year’s winners are pretty much already a done deal. I guess there’s a bit of a formula to all of it. If you look at the media coverage a certain movie or actor get, you can pretty much always predict who the winner will be.
Hair. The single most important thing of beauty, for beauty and in beauty. Carine Roitfeld wasn’t available for a personal comment but I guarantee she’d high-five me in saying that hair determines the hit or miss of a look. I don’t care how much make up you pile on, if your hair is shit, you will look like it. I would even go as far and claim that with great hair I care to go bare!
Now I have done my fair share of hairy research in my life! Let me share my most precious finds and some little hairy victories of my own even!
Haire’s to all of it! Xx MK xX
New this week. A term I guarantee any girl/woman between the age of 15-35 is very familiar with. Should you tick said age box but are not, then this will be because you a) live on the moon or b) are part of the top 1% who are simply too rich to actually care.
But the rest of us care. We care so much that each week we eagerly anticipate the moment when we happily will click ourselves away into the wonderful world of Zara’s “new this week”. One could compare the feeling to a 5 year old almost wetting his/her pants in anticipation what Santa Clause will have in store for him/her.
You see, in recent years us mere mortals who do not belong to the top 1%, have been graced with high-street smarties such as Zara, Topshop and whatnot. These giants have cleverly recognized that in fact the masses are not unfashionable, no, they.just.cant.afford.it – and effectively have made a ton of money, they are probably part of the top 1% club too).
Fast forward to today and here I am, racing through this blog post real fast just so I can run even faster to Zara and get what I deserve: Some damn good imitation of something I otherwise couldn’t afford. To be precise, what’s new this week!
Last week I finally turned thirty. I say finally as this dark cloud had been hanging on my shoulders (and some in my eye bags) for the last year. Everyone around you seems to keep reminding you that it’s your turn soon, your twenties are going to be over and you better get ready for the real life. The life where perhaps you should think of that extra room in your house, you should have a steady man, preferably husband, and job as well as your life insurance in place. Phew, I was exhausted before I even got there. For social pressures don’t tend to make me squeamish however there’s something about the big three zero that all of a sudden made me think about these social “shoulds”. Then there is the party planning. I just couldn’t deal with the where, when & who of it. So I turned to the one person who always knows to take a problem and dissolve it in thin air, my Mama. Obviously the best decision a thirty-year-old-to-be, the lady arranged a fest filled with (emotional) memories, old friends and traditional food. I had a blast, which was not to be expected, more so than the headache I had anticipated.