Thursday 26 May 2011

film

Do you vaguely remember me mentioning a documentary module that I was taking this semester at uni? 

Well, the deadline for handing in the documentary (and an essay about it) is tomorrow. So, I thought it only fair to give it its premier on these fair pages.

So, with no further gilding the lily and with no more ado, I give you: my film.

Thursday 19 May 2011

stitched

So, I’ve just sent my dissertation to be bound. Everyone’s been telling me how I’ll feel when I give it in – relieved, panicked, ill. But honestly, I just feel sad.

Sad because I’ve loved uni, and because, to me, this feels like the culmination of three years’ work and life and tears and hysterical laughter.

I had my last seminar this morning too, with one of my favourite tutors, and I can’t beat away the feeling that it’s all, well, ending.

It is, I know it is, it’s exam period and I knew it was coming to an end. I just didn’t feel like it was. But somehow, giving in that little pile of paper to be stitched together felt a bit like saying goodbye.

And I’m not ready for that yet.

Monday 9 May 2011

Monday's Faces

Quite a formidable-looking woman isn't she? Something very kind about her face though. She looks quite matronly, as though she'd know what to do in a crisis, and her hair and clothes are very practical, as though she's used to scooping up any number of children and generally keeping order. 

This is quite an unusual picture compared to the others, I think, because she doesn't appear to know that it's being taken – or, at least, hasn't been given much time to prepare for it, as she seems to be still walking out of the building. Maybe someone told her that she was having her picture taken that day, and she was grumblingly on her way out, thinking that she "didn't have enough time for such nonsense."

Saturday 7 May 2011

Superman

So, watching Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman (new favourite, utterly hooked) last night with my chap:

Lois: You read my work?
Superman: All the time.

Me: Awwww!
Him: [quiet voice] I read your blog...

Mint :)

Tuesday 3 May 2011

cossie

So, all the Wedding shenanigans and seeing the sylph-like Middleton lasses sashaying down the aisle has made me seriously reconsider my (non-existent) health regime. I am monumentally unfit given the fairly inevitable fizzling-out of my "jogging phase", and I'm more than a fair amount heftier than when I started uni. SO, I've decided to invest in the only real form of exercise that I a) can endure, and b) actually enjoy: swimming.

This decision, however, comes with its own set of problems – namely, I have to wear a swimming costume. In public. As in, around people. Hideous.

Given that this particular aspect of the whole swimming experience is somewhat difficult to avoid, today I grabbed the bull by the not-inconsiderable horns and went to buy a new cossie. Deciding that a venture into TopShop or New Look – wading my way through size 6 nothings – would be intolerable, I opted to stick with good ol' M&S. 

So, armed with a new lippy from Boots to build confidence, in I went, jaw set in determination. I snaffled a few modest all-in-ones from the rails and headed to the changing rooms to try them on. A few torturous minutes later, I had managed to shoehorn myself into the first one. The look I was going for was "20s French chic" to go with my hair (and the gorgeous lippy). Difficult to achieve when you look like a sow in an elastic band.

The first four (okay, five) looked hideous beyond all belief, but the last one was marginally tolerable (black and kind of ruched down the front – nicer than it sounds) with "tummy control", apparently. Unfortunately it's rather more difficult to find a costume with "thigh, bum, and upper-arm control", but I've done my best...

So "huzzah" for that, all that remains is to research opening times and prices of my local pool and away we go – I shall slip through the water like a minnow and be a size 10 in no time. Hopefully.