Loser Rosette by Dear Colleen.
Loser Rosette by Dear Colleen.
It was a fortnight ago that I spied them first. Hidden behind a table laden with goblin masks and a giant fake tarantula was a particularly red and green and gold display.
We were only halfway through October and Christmas decorations were on sale.
In America it seems that the popularity of Hallowe’en and Thanksgiving staves off the fat man in the red suit but down here at the bottom of the world?
Hallowe’en is advertised but not embraced, and we have no November holiday of note. Or at all. And so Christmas can start as early as the stores like.
It seems they decided on mid-October.
Don’t get me wrong. I adore Christmas with a fervour unusual for someone of so non-religious a bent.
I do, however, enjoy the scent of pine, decorating the tree, spending a day with my family (though, as years pass and my Father’s temperament changes, we have become increasingly insular) revolving around food and alcohol. But what I love most of all? is buying presents.
Not battling the neon-blind masses in the mall but I like thinking about the recipient and choosing just the right present. I suppose I prefer giving presents as opposed to buying presents.
I’m quite good at it too!
I think my trick is that I start thinking about christmas presents for my most immediate family members at the end of August – directly after the last of their birthdays. I keep a list in my diary, or on my phone, and I write ideas down.
I only start buying presents when I have to. But because I embrace the digital age in which we live, I do a great deal of my shopping online.
Shopping I started and finished earlier this week. Do you hate me?
I couldn’t help myself.
The sun is out in Wellington today and being raised a southern hemisphere girl, the start of summer means that Christmas is coming. I knew it wasn’t far off – on Monday I heard the first creaking cicada.
Now all I have to do is hope that they arrive on time, that I don’t find anything more perfect, and that the recipient doesn’t find out.
Such are the pitfalls of shopping early and online.
But it’s okay! All I do is make sure that the presents I buy? I wouldn’t mind so much owning for myself.
Wearing this Portmans skirt for the SECOND time and the fabric frayed apart. And no, it was not overly tight.
Thankfully the skirt was lined. Unfortunately the lining was nude coloured so that didn’t really help at all.
800 days ago my darling sisters and I got our cupcake tattoos.
I was horrible to them while growing up. But I’m trying to make up for it now. They are amazing and wonderful.
I love them.
Even though they hate me taking photos of them.
Also? I’m really glad that I have grown my hair, cut a fringe, and stopped wearing those red glasses. Yeesh.
Post tattoo and post drinks with the Divine Laura Craig and I walked past the Art in the Dark event. I loved the sign but wasn’t wearing enough layers to actually go and see it.
When someone tells you that getting your ribs tattoos hurts? believe them.
I’m telling you now. It hurts. A lot.
This was by far my most painful tattoo. But I still adore it, and I’m so glad I have it. I just won’t be rushing to get the second session (colour) done. It looks good as outline and shading. Thankfully.
So yes. I emailed Erin Chance at Sacred Tattoo an appropriately garbled description of a traditional style memorial tattoo, except with a camera instead of a person, a couple of roses and a peony, and a banner with “In Omnia Paratus” (Ready for anything) on it*. And that I wanted it on my ribs and landscape orientation and about the size of my hand.
She came back with something about 3 times bigger and portrait oriented but it was perfect.
This is why I always always advocate researching your artist. And giving them a bit of leeway. The orientation and size that I was originally envisioning wouldn’t have left enough detail for the flowers OR the camera.
I had also wanted a more fancy font for the script but she pointed out that it would be getting a bit busy. And of course, she was right. That’s why she’s the artist.
And that’s how I ended up getting my ribs AND hips tattooed**.
I cannot emphasise enough that it HURT. Like really really hurt.
Which is why there are no being-tattooed photos. I could not let go of Craig. And I was worried that if I took a break that I wouldn’t let her start again.
Craig and I were talking about which bits hurt me the most. I came up with: the bony bits of my ribs and hips, right in the centre of the curve of my waist, when she did the long long lines, and the little lines on the leaves.
I was surprised that the middle of my waist hurt as much as it did. Same with the little lines on the leaves.
Thankfully the shading hurt less. It still hurt a LOT but less than the outline.
And I just adore it.
Also! Erin told me that I was the third large rib piece she’d done that week and that I had sat, by far, better than the other two. And they were dudes. I feel officially badass now.
* Yes. The latin is PARTLY but only partly a Gilmore Girls reference.
** Sorry mum!
My meadowlark protea ring, purchased on sale a little while ago, arrived just in time for my birthday.
My favourite song? My FAVOURITE SONG? Really? That’s what the meme ends on?
Oh lord but that’s pathetic.
Anyway. I’m going with one of my favourite songs to sing.
Also, there are a lot of different versions of this one. And so far, the only one I don’t like is the Jeff Buckley one.
Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
There was a time you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
You say I took the name in vain
I don’t even know the name
But if I did, well really, what’s it to you?
There’s a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn’t matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah
I did my best, it wasn’t much
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah etc
What have I learned in this past month?
To be honest, not a lot. Actually it is more like NOTHING. Apart from: updating every day makes me GROUCHY.
Of course, as I said a couple of days ago, none of the questions were exactly … thought provoking.
Sometimes I LIKE thought-provoking.
That being said, in terms of the goals I set back on day 8:
x Reconnect with London – No.
x Take more photos – Yes.
x Be more organised – No.
x Read more – Yes!
x Organise my “office” – No.
x Decide what I want to do for my birthday – Somewhat.
x Finish this damned meme – Looks likely.
This afternoon I had a little too much caffeine and a lot of time on my hands.
Actually, it was the other way around but that is hardly the point. The point IS that I have compiled a list of things of which I do not approve. Are you excited? I’m excited.
THINGS OF WHICH I DO NOT APPROVE:
1. Discussion of Golf. Unless it is “Golf is very very boring and I hate it a great deal. With the annoying pants and polo shirts and general tubbiness of the players” in which case, I both concur and approve.
2. Surface piercings. They make me shudder.
4. The phrase “so, you know” being used as a verbal space-filler
5. That I have a bottle of Pinot Noir in the cupboard. I do NOT like red wine especially when it’s in the same kind of bottle as one of my favourite white wines. TEASE.
6. That my favourite co-worker is away.
7. Mesclun lettuce.
8. My fringe being too long, my hair being too faded, and my nailpolish being chipped. ALL ON THE SAME DAY. There are not enough hours.
9. Being sensible and responsible and grown up.
*DO NOT GOOGLE THAT. JUST BELIEVE ME. Also. I left the do not google warning all the way down the bottom here just to mess with you. Hee.