It’s not easy being a blogger. Something mildly colourful happens and you’re all OMG I HAVE TO BLOG THIS. You whip out your camera (phone) and you hope that one picture later, you’ll have the perfect picture to pimp and prime in one or other of your many photo-editing apps, so it’s 97% better looking than it was, then you can whack it on the blog along with a string of words and call yourself retired for another week. Continue reading
I decided to call this post the Highway to Heaven because, seriously, I drove on a road and stopped at a service station so fine that it was heavenly. Not that I believe in heaven. But I do believe in service stations. Continue reading
I am on an eternal quest to find out what’s causing my ‘adult acne’ and put a stop to it. I have never blogged about this before because I am embarrassed by the state of my skin (anyone who knows me and is thinking, but you have great skin Kim – yes I do, once it’s caked in make up) but as 50% of adult women suffer from acne, I suspect there’s a few readers out there who can sympathise with my plight. Not acknowledging it only serves to make other spotty adults think they’re all alone in their spotty world. You’re not – I’m right here with you.
In which I review Sticky9 – a service for printing your Instagram pictures. I even have some to give away!
I love Instagram. Ok, anyone looking closely at the above screenshot of my Instagram profile will see that I only have 100 followers but I don’t Instagram my pictures for attention. I do it because all those pretty filters make my photography skills look half decent. Which, when I look back on the collection, makes me remember my life fondly, as if I really am wandering around with an X-Pro tint all over my trees and flowers. Continue reading
So it turns out that not being an obstinate little madam on Mother’s Day is way more fun than being one. Damn you, consumerism, you win this one! I don’t want to dance to your tunes, but by gawd, Mum appreciates a bunch of flowers once in a while doesn’t she?
As you may have read my recent rants about Valentine’s Day (Nutshell: leave me alone, conformity!) and television (Nutshell: leave me alone, advertising!) you can surmise that I despise the commercialisation of Mother’s Day too. Weeks of shops dressing their windows in pastel colours and putting up big posters that say ‘we love our mums’ but mean ‘BUY STUFF FROM US’. Continue reading
That’s a funny joke, based on the fact people without TVs like to gloat about it. I am one of those people. Just like 1% of the nation, I don’t have a television and haven’t had one for five years. I’m pretty smug. Once you arrange your sitting room furniture so that it’s not all pointing at a box in the corner, it feels creepy to even consider owning one. Once you acquire an air of superiority that comes with appearing to live a life more virtuous than anyone else, you don’t want to go to Dixon’s and buy a flatscreen. Continue reading