I spent many weekends of my teenage years obsessively painting my nails. But then I grew out of it, sort of.. mostly due to laziness/having other (better?) things to do with my time.
But then recently I've realised that the internet is full of websites dedicated just to photos of pretty coloured nails. Oooh.
And nail polish technology has obviously come a long way too. Before xmas I discovered crackle top coats, and now I find you can get 'magnetic' polish. Yes please!
17 polish from Boots, in 'gunmetal'. Such a cool effect! There's teeny iron filings or something within the actual polish, so that when you hover the magnet over the wet nail it attracts them and makes a pretty pattern. This appeals greatly to the scientist in me, and also to my semi-repressed girly "oooh pretty!!!" side...
Sadly I then did some washing up and played canoe polo, which resulted in a lot of chipping. Note also bits of bashed skin on my thumb from grabbing at the climbing wall... my life does not agree with beautifully manicured hands - oh well!
Not entirely my decision - my landlord decided to sell up, which will probably take several more months but I couldn't be arsed to hang around waiting to be turfed out.
Plus I managed to find somewhere nice quite quickly. As lovely as my old flat was my housing needs have changed a lot in the last 3 years. The new place has a garage (no more kayak in the living room!), gas central heating (mm, warmth), and walls that aren't paper thin (so hopefully no more being woken up by out of tune singing from neighbours). Oh, and windows that actually open and go outside. Yay fresh air!
Moving also means de-cluttering and throwing stuff out. The charity shops of Gloucester either love or hate me at the moment...
Unexpected finds in kitchen cupboards:
a lot more cake tins/etc than I thought I owned.. oops!
one disposable BBQ
carrier bags
a hand blender I thought my ex-boyfriend had had (obviously not)
more carrier bags
a spare kettle
teeny tiny pieces of shredded carrier bag (is this how they start to decompose?)
Bathroom:
old contact lens pots... do I really need 6 or 7 spares? no.
collection of miniature bottles of shampoo/body lotion acquired from various posh hotels
several Lush bath bombs... bought at least 4 years ago
half a block of henna (no current plans to go ginger again)
Living Room:
loads of jiffy bags, saved "just in case" I need one. apparently not.
giant dust bunnies
Moving all my stuff 'only' took 3 van loads and 6 car loads... turns out it's not so bad when you only move a mile up the road! Been in the new flat for a week now, and I'm mostly unpacked and settled - though there are large amounts of floor space still hidden under boxes.
Traffic in the mornings seems to be a bit more unpredictable - yesterday it took me 7 minutes total to get into work, but at the same time on Thursday it took me that long to get 500 metres down the road to the roundabout. But as I seem to be waking up a lot earlier by the sunlight through the curtains, that's less of an issue anyway
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