packing up

Saturday 19th was my last shift at work and my time since has been forced leisure, meet ups, chaos and panic. I’m so busy I barely realise that this is the last time I’m seeing Adam or Katie or Jill. Sob. Today I’m scrapbooking my piles of postcards, tickets, pictures and scribbled notes. It’s a job overdue that has to be done so I can preserve the last 2 years of memories. ¬†Everytime I set down to do it, I’m glad I did.

My bedroom now has empty hooks and bare walls where there were scarves and photographs. There is a bookcase without books to case, boxes everywhere and piles of papers, products and paraphernalia that I’ve collected along the way.

 I finally got around to some new music so at least my days are soundtracked by Vampire Weekend, Haim and Matt & Kim. The poppiest of the pop.

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shamphree: week five

Here’s the last Shamphree post from the old blog. This was written at 5 weeks. I’m now at 9 weeks. Update soon…

“Today marks 5 weeks since I first Shamphreed my hair. It’s been an interesting adventure. Saturday night just gone was the first time that I considered just giving it all up. I was getting ready for a night out and just considering how to work around my kinda greasy, kinda bicarby hair, whilst at a friend’s house. In the end, I sucked it up, straightened and plied my scalp with dry Shampoo. My hair was perfectly presentable. Soon, I’d consumed enough rum to make me forget all about it.

My biggest peeve right now is the bicarby residue that Shamphreeing seems to be leaving behind. I’ve tried more bicarb, less bicarb, more vinegar, more brushing in the shower. Right now, I have just drying hair and its at this stage I begin to feel the salty kind of sea hair roots. The first time I Shamphreed, I just had clean hair, now it seems to be clean at the top, the front but just a bit gross underneath.
I’ll do a little more research from How To Hair Girl to see if she’s answered the question. She probably has, she’s dedicated.
I ordered some shea butter from Amazon last week and I’m just awaiting its arrival. I’m excited to give ‘liquid gold’ a try. It’s a mix of shea butter and coconut oil to soften and moisturizer your hair. My bleached ends are starting to look and feel a little rough. They need a trim and some love, which I’ll get to this week.
On the back of this adventure my friends got me some cute little natural treats to take on my trip; oils and deodorants and creams. I’m trying to decide if I’ll be able to maintain a Shamphree routine in Brazil. My immediate thought is ‘no’. Unless I could get the bicarby root sitch under control, I think I’ll just go for an easier option. I’ll be busy and hot and won’t have much space or luggage so some solid Lush shampoo bars may be a good option. I’m really looking forward to my blonde growing out and enjoying natural softer hair for a change. I have some established roots just now, a couple of inches, and I don’t think I’ll be sorting those out before I go. It’s just delaying the inevitable. Inevitable ginger hair, a million miles from the shade it once was.”

mum & dad’s final Manc weekender

The weeks recently gone by have been lovely. They have been busy and full of change. I’m due to leave the country in less than a month, that means I’m doing a lot of things for the final time. My final week at work this week. My parents’ final visit to Manchester. Staying at Alanna’s for the final time.

That all sounds very… final. I’m not dying. And I’ll most likely be returning to Manchester, so I’ll encounter all those things again. It’s just that I’ve been here for so long, it’s very odd to be leaving for somewhere new.

And these things that I do most weeks, but am now doing for the final time become defined because they are the last time. It makes them clear and instantly memorable. I would never before have considered them mundane or routine, but now they’re moments to hold onto.

Why is it that as soon as something stops taking place, it becomes nostalgic and romantic? Is it because things that you aren’t doing always seem more enticing? Or because you remember the golden memories more than the black ones?

A conversation for an afternoon at Jill’s.

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visiting Ireland, September 2013

I was pretty fortunate to finally make a trip to Donegal, Ireland with Alanna. It’s her hometown and my intention was to visit months ago. Double booking and The Oscars happened so I’m glad I managed to afford it and make the time.

It’s a picturesque town, water, grey skies and very cosy. Alanna’s family are so welcoming and her sister is hilarious. Gonna miss Alanna sooooo much.

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