At least I didn't fall again...

I tried fake tan and high heels again. 'Gaaasssppppppp'....I know.

Every time I have a night out I usually just wear skin coloured tights because plain black ones are too casual and I'm not brave enough to bare my legs and I wear the exact same shoes which are black wedges but not very high.

I never use fake tan because from past experiences it does not end well, my best friend used to do my fake tan for me seen as she used to live in the flat next to mine but she's moved out and I am now left dealing with my paleness and wearing granny tights!

I wear the same shoes that aren't very high because on my very first night out in town when I turned 18 I wore these gorgeous red heels that were a lot higher than I realised. I usually wore high heels anyway so I didn't think they were any different but they were, a lot different. Anyway I ended up twisting my ankle and getting stuck in the first club that I went into because I couldn't move as my ankle wouldn't straighten. Ever since then I have been too scared to wear high heels in case it happens again.

Google'd disaster in heels, and found this which is exactly what my ankle looked like...

On Saturday night I had a works night out and then I was going to a bar where I was meeting up with some other people. I bought a new dress from New Look, a hot red, shift dress style and I wanted to look nice and done up for a change so...I decided to fake tan...and wear my old favourite high heels (black, satin, peep toe, stilettos).

I bought a fake tan that said it was 'instant', appeared straight away and was streak free. So I put it on a couple of hours before I was suppose to leave but when I put it on it was going on so light that I couldn't even see it. I still looked as pale as Casper the ghost. I decided to put on a few more layers of the fake tan but it still didn't show up and I still had white legs! But it was too late at this point and I had to leave to catch the bus into town. Once I got on my bus I looked down at my legs and they were really dark and looked orange. I almost squealed out loud, not the good kinda squeal.


Found this on google, exactly what I think I am going to look like every time I try to fake tan!

I only found out later that although its instant it takes time to develop and will show up after a couple of hours...they should really put that in big writing on the front of the bottle. It actually didn't end being that much of a concern for me considering I had one too many vodkas and had to take myself home in a taxi and put myself in bed by 12, OOPS! I did manage my first debut back in high heels though and have got my shoe confidence back. Trying hard lately to have a glass half full kind of attitude, so keeping my shoes on and my ankle straight filled my glass.

Blether about more of my disaster another time, until then...

 



Love to Love

 

I am undoubtedly completely a hopeless romantic.

I am in love with the idea of falling in love but I am not in love yet. Although there was a time when I thought that I had been madly in love with the man who I shared my first kiss with. We met on holiday in the Canary islands, he was Irish, handsome, played the guitar and wrote songs...I know almost unbelievable and honestly he was lovely. I had just turned fourteen and he was turning twenty one...what can I say, he was a singing, Irish man. When I came home to Scotland and he went home to Ireland I didn't only have the 'holiday blues', I was heart broken and at the time I really did believe that I had lost the love of my life.

Fast forward some time to now, I am eighteen and haven't been in love yet. I get embarrassed  thinking about how I acted about the whole situation because I only knew him for a week and he was just a first kiss. I sometimes think maybe I did fall in love with my holiday man but at the time I had been going through a lot and I think it was just something to focus on even though it felt to me like I was Rose losing the love of my life Jack to the freezing cold water of the Atlantic ocean...

I never took this photo myself...just incase you thought I was on that plank of wood as well, seen as there WAS enough space for two people, its just off google images.

Anyway, what I am trying to say is that even though I haven't been in love yet, I know when it happens to me its going to hit me like the iceberg to the titanic but in a good way. That sounds tragic and awful but I mean it in the sense that it would feel like the biggest, life changing moment of my life because I am so hopeless when it comes to things like that. My mum always says that I feel everything more than everybody else, whether its happiness, hurt, excitement or love and that she can only imagine how I will be when it does happen.

You may be able to tell by now that I see things from a different perspective than most people but that's just the way it is (I love when Gavin says that to Stacey on their wedding day- "I love you baby and that's just the  way it is").

Another thing, I am such a sucker for romantic movies, soppy love stories and cliché I Love You's. But I feel like that's another post. I hope there are other people like me who feel everything so deeply and cry 'happy tears' when the love story ends in the best way possible!

 

£%$^* Oh, OUCH *&%£$

I don't think I have said enough about myself for people to know that I'm not a 'sporty' person. But really all you would have to do is meet me to realise that I'm not sporty because I guarantee I would fall over my own feet before I reached you to say "Hello".

I always say that I don't run...I will skip, walk, speed walk or gallop but I will not run and there is a good reason for that. When I attempt to run my legs disagree with what's happening and trip me up (sometimes its just a step that I have tripped over) but it's not my fault!

The other day it was pouring down rain and I decided to run from the car to the shelter to save my straightened hair but my legs claimed they were having none of that, and gave in as I tripped over a big step and ripped my GOOD JEANS from River Island which cost me £40 (which I think is expensive, as you know I'm a Primark girl). I also grazed my knee and now I have a black bruise!

I am definitely not a sporty person because I refuse to run and my hand/eye coordination is awful...I am just ALL ROUND CLUMSY. I have always been really clumsy, I actually won an award for the most clumsiest person at my primary school prom. Some times the clumsiness goes away for a wee while then BAM and I hit the floor.

<<< Yep, I couldn't have said it better.

It's kind of weird though because I done all types of dancing (cheerleading, majorettes, disco, hip hop, gymnastics) when I was younger and if I say so myself, I wasn't terrible at it...I still have my trophies, they're in my mum's wardrobe!
          
 These are the jeans that do not look like that anymore, I pinched this photo of river island website, mine have a hole in the knee

Anyway I am still gutted about my good jeans, every girl has a pair of good jeans because they either just sit right, are so comfy, hide a multitude of sins, go with any top/shoes, make your butt look ace, land your legs slim and if you are really lucky you will find a pair of jeans that does all of the above, my RI ones were almost perfect but now they are just holy...
 
So, Any advice on where to get a pair of great jeans that meet all of the above criteria, please tell me...in skirts & dresses until then.
 
 
 
                                                                 Blether again soon