Wednesday, 25 January 2012

42 Just Isn't Enough



We are told so much in our lives; school, parents, friends, they all have their evaluation on life. Although, living someone else’s evaluations seems to do no good to anyone. 

I don’t understand what the point actually is, are we all here simply as a race surviving with economy and politics all being inventions of the mind? 

Is there a truly higher conscious?
Are we just evolved animals making our way, evolving a better race until we're wiped out again? 

Do we have purpose?
Is the world nurturing us into what we should be, knowing we need to be something better, more important?

But what is important?
What society tells us or doctors, scientists and musicians? Is it the mothers of the world giving new life, the farmers replanting life to sustain us?

Could we possibly just aspire to be happy?
What actually is true happiness? Is it a god we will never see/experience? Do people have it? Do they know they have it and what does it feel like? I wonder if it has a colour...

Why are the most tortured people the most creative? 

If we are a part of a higher consciousness then why are we tormented with the feeling that we should be fulfilling something more and yet not being helped to achieve it? 

All the questions of the universe are frequently asked but rarely answered. But if they were, would we accept them?

Tuesday, 24 January 2012

Let’s Begin On A Lighter Note


Today I would like to talk about eyebrows.


I have a slight obsession with them. They can make or break a face, frame or fracture it. It may seem insignificant to you but without even realising it, eyebrows can instantly make you distrust someone.



Anyway, I have been striving for the perfect brow for quite some time (at the moment I would just be happy if they were the same shape!) and maybe I will achieve it in my thirties (as my twenties aren’t looking hopeful). In this era, eyebrows are slated if not perfectly groomed and I am almost positive this is the reason my interest grew in to an insane obsession.

Dita Von Teese
Gwen Stefani
But, I have been flicking through some pictures of yesteryear starlets and although at first glance, they look polished to perfection, upon closer inspection their eyebrows are not the same shape (as each other) either!
Marilyn Monroe 
Rita Hayworth
Although this made me feel slightly better about my misshapen eye fur, my obsession will not die so easily.

I do loathe myself for judging people on their eyebrows (as I hate to be judged by mine) but I can’t help myself making a snap judgement. I expect I should include a picture of my own for scrutiny...



New Beginnings



Okay, so initially I had no idea what this blog would be. I think it started out as a place to air my written ramblings but then it somewhat spiralled into promoting my online store.

A few things you should know about me:

- I am an 'ideas girl'. I have (what I think are) fine ideas coupled with honourable intentions yet I'm rather egregious with the follow through.

- My memory is less functional than a cock-flavoured lollipop.  Even if I intend this blog to be anything more than it already is, it possibly won’t be.

So, all this being said, I fully intend to retrograde this blog in to what most have started out as, a self-indulgent page of word vomit. Now, if I can happily delude myself in to believing someone will actually read this thing then we are away...