Hedgehogs of Love

I am a hedgehog. The one on the right to be precise. If you see my other half please let me know.

Comfort - Food

So, right now I'm in the mood for a lovely, rich cup of hot chocolate.

Something very much like the above image would go down very well at this moment. This has become my latest interest. Making hot chocolate, making good hot chocolate. I've tried a few batches and really it's not that difficult at all. Dead simple, but so warm and soothing that you feel a bit guilty that you haven't put more effort in. All you need is some good chocolate, full cream milk, or cream if you want to be decadent, or rather more decadent. Since I can't afford "good chocolate" on a regular basis, it's a treat. And I can't really explain how good it feels to sit under the covers, after a tiring day, with a mug of chocolate. It's like a hug. It forces you to respond to it, you can't ignore it. Another variation, which does require slightly more effort than mixing warm milk and a few slabs of chocolate, involves making a simple custard and adding the chocolate to that. It's somewhat smoother, still delicious, best thing is you can shove it in the fridge, overnight, and you'll have a chocolate pudding. That's the thing about chocolate, unlike people, it's likable hot or cold.

Boots!

Brand New

You're only 19, for God sakes! You don't need a boyfriend!

I simply love Kate Jackson. I actually have for sometime now. It started about three years ago, when I was first introduced to The Long Blondes. There was something about her voice, that at first I didn't quite like, but as I listened more, it grew on me. It's a mixture of what she said and how she said it - so unashamedly, so unapologetic, very cool! Her style was also a revelation to me at the time. Sophisticated but quirky at the same time. For awhile, I wanted to be Kate Jackson. This is not a phase of which I am ashamed. Apparently, after the band broke up, Kate was to embark on a solo career, unfortunately I've heard nothing of her, yet! I'm crossing my fingers. As far as I'm concerned the world can always do with more female, lead singers, with attitude and style to boot. The song I've posted is one of my favourites! Hope you enjoy!

This blog needs pictures!!!

Me standing. In my room. Wearing dresses.

Close Shave

So, I've decided that I'm going to shave all my hair off.

Just reading over that sentence makes me feel a little afraid. No, I lie, a lot afraid. I feel slightly silly, because, afterall, it's just hair, right? It will grow back. I've had bad haircuts before and I'm here to tell the tale.But still, there's this nagging feeling, that if put into words would reveal the unhealthy back and forth occurring in my head.

"What if I look utterly ridiculous?"

"Well, then just wear a hat."

"But it's Summer, too hot for hats!"

"Nonsense!"

"But, I don't like hats. I look utterly ridiculous in them!"

                                                                          "SILENCE"

At this point I take on a devil may care attitude, which is rather a waste of time as this fools no one, least of all me. But, it does make me wonder, why something, so seemingly insignificant, could take up so much room in my head space. What's the point? People do it all the time. This reasoning, however, is not enough to quell my fears. I look at the pictures on my wall, most of them of women. Most of those women with long hair. Some loose. Some tied up. Some neat and proper. Some dishevelled. And all, in some way or other, representing femininity. It's not that I'm afraid of loosing my femininity. I think the problem is, that if I do cut my hair, I will have to figure out new ways of expressing mine, without the aid of the women on my wall.

Ultimately, I know, that I'm making rather a big deal out of nothing. I will cut my hair. I'll get used to it, so will other people. And, I'll think back to this blog and wonder what all the fuss was about!