Wednesday, 24 April 2013

Record Store Day 2013!

I'm not sure if you've noticed or not, but I quite like music. I try not to be a music snob and I don't believe in having guilty pleasures (everyone loves a bit of Wham! right?) so I try to be as respectful to everyone who shares their tastes and interests with me. Now, having said that, the girls on my uni course tend to think that I will shun them if they tell me they like chart music, but I am nice really.

After that little intro, let's get on to the real deal! On Saturday, my little family and I took an early trip to Bristol in order to visit Rise, a lovely independent record store, and see if we could snap up some goodies. As we had a bit of a drive, we weren't the first ones there, and by quite a large margin! We were given ticket number 282 - gulp - ordered a coffee from the coffee shop downstairs, and waited anxiously for our number to draw nearer.

I look a bit like I'm trying to teach him the Macarena or something.
Factory Floor
Kate Bush
The other side of Kate Bush

As it turns out, Rise were having some live bands in to celebrate Record Store Day and as we had brought a toddler with us, I decided to take him for a stroll around the city so that we didn't demolish his little ear drums. Joe stayed behind to pick up the vinyl - he managed to get his hands on Pulp - After You, which was the one I really wanted, The Olympics reworking of Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush (which is just newer vocals, really) and a Factory Floor green vinyl. I think he also got the new Hookworms album, but that wasn't really a Record Day special.

Bit of Banksy to keep you interested.

After a nice stroll by the City Hall, which is a lovely building - it's so much nicer than your average city hall, I reckon - Joe finally found us and was carrying a bag full of records. We then had a walk back into the actual centre, and had a mooch around the shops. By lunchtime we were feeling a bit peckish and headed off to Pieminister! I swear to god, if I don't turn into a pie it will be a miracle. 

I ordered a Shamrock Pie, with extra gravy and some grated cheese to sprinkle into the madness. I have a serious pie problem, I've had pie twice this week now. So, that was my Record Store Day 2013! I was really glad to take part this year, I'd missed last year's for some unknown reason. By anyone's standards, I think I had a pretty good Saturday!

Did you get anything on Record Store Day or did you do something else on Saturday? 

Saturday, 6 April 2013

The Day I Chicken'd Out.

Ah okay, so I've got something to admit. I was invited to my first Blogger meet up in Bristol, and despite being all excited about going this morning - I was super scared and convinced myself not to go. I've realised that since becoming a mum I've become really rubbish in social situations. In days gone by, I would have happily chatted my head off with anyone who gave me half a chance - which is half the reason I managed to convince my other half to go out with me. Anyways since having child, I've changed. I think this is due to the fact that as a 21 year old with a child, I feel I am judged by others, which is a bit rubbish.

Okay, so now I've said that - here is what I did instead of go to Bristol.

Just past Minehead, there is a lovely little place called Porlock. It's literally on the sea, and I ended up having a cream tea AND some cake. Such a fatty.

Friday, 5 April 2013

Hair Mare

Hello my lovelies, I thought I would give you a more personal post today. The weather is being a bit funny so I'm struggling to find somewhere bright to take some photos for any outfit posts.

As you can probably gather, this post will be about my hair. "Again?!" You cry! But with a twist, I guess. At the ripe old age of 21, I need to admit something that I am kind of ashamed about - I am greying. I'm not sure if it is some sort of hair karma for all the dye I've damaged it with, but now I am graced with stubborn silver dashes which will not budge for love nor money.

Now, don't get me wrong, I'd quite like a whole head of grey hair, in an arty fashionable kind of way, but as I have such naturally dark hair, these little bits are so noticeable (to me at least) and it gets a bit distressing. I've also fancied the idea of a grey streak Caitlin Moran style, but I think I'd just look like an idiot.

Kelly's lush lilac and grey hair | Caitlin's streak

Y'see, hair colour and greyness is all determined by your mother's side of genes, and my maternal Grandfather had a hair of glorious white locks at the age of 20. Now, my hair isn't quite as drastic as that, but I can thank him for inheriting his silver strands as well as his witty humour.

I'm not entirely sure when this started happening, but I think it's certainly went up a notch since I became a parent, and even more so when the little one was mobile - gee, those were some stressful days. Also, I'm not sure if stress has something to do with it, or if, like I previously mentioned, it is due to genetics. Either way, it looks like the grey is here to stay.

In this case, I'd like to know any suggestions you might have as to how I can make myself happy with this. I've tried dyeing over the grey but that hasn't worked. Basically every home-dye kit I've used does nothing for the grey, even if stating they'll cover 100% grey colouring - which is rubbish and costly! I'm hoping to try the new L'oreal Mousse Absolue and see if that makes any difference so fingers crossed!

Would you be happy going grey at 21? What tips do you have for me? Should I brave a streak?

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