Blue Lagoons

It is half term this week (and if you’re not in the UK this is just a week off school/college halfway through a term/semester) and my mum had been saving up for us all to go to ICELAND. Obviously this was very exciting family holiday, we all went, eblue_lagoonxcept for my older brother so we missed him 😦 When we arrived on the first day of the trip, we got a bus to the Blue Lagoon in Grindavik around lunchtime for about 3/4 hours. Basically its a very blue volcanic lagoon, that was really warm. Which is just as well as it was bloody freezing outside. We had to run from the changing rooms outside to the water, think over-exaggerated cartoon robbers prancing about on tiptoes. It was very snowy and cold so our faces were freezing, and the lagoon absolutely stank like sulphur but it was fun! The water has collagen effects and its really good for your skin so there were lots of people smearing themselves with this pungent paste found in the rocks and the floor, including us. If you didn’t know what you’d walked into it would probably be quite terrifying as there were a lot of people with white face masks on. I have few more photos of my family but I thought they might not appreciate me sharing them with the world so top get the gist of what the lagoon looks like, you’re stuck with me. 10610557_10152723099743697_5958285885655499579_n

We were supposed to see the go on a jeep tour to see the northern lights in the evening as well but it was far too cloudy and snowy so everything got cancelled 😦 It was the part I was most looking forward to but at least it gives me an excuse to go back again, or visit somewhere else like Norway or all the way at the top of Scotland. We stayed in a self-cater apartment in the middle of the city, so we got the Icelandic supermarket experience as well as being surrounded by everything and anything. The houses there are so colourful, they even painted the roofs….how can you not want to live in such a colourful place? It was also Pancake day while we were there (or Shrove Tuesday) and in Iceland, the children wear fancy dress and go into shops to collect sweets, kind of like Halloween but a lot less demonic and more enthusiastic. I don’t know about where you live, but there’s fewer and fewer children where I live that take part in Halloween  properly 😦 I hope you all have a good weekend!

Z x

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Hello!

In January we had our mock exams, except in art it was a real exam. So I decided to share with you my ‘final piece’ which is a series of three manipulated fabric pieces based on my own photographs and from what I had been developing in my coursework sketchbook. I layered  fabric to create different segments of the pieces, and machine stitched them to a foundation layer. They took about 4 hours each. I dyed them first with this magical stuff called Brusho, sprinkling salt over the top to create strange repellent textures. I then embroidered areas to create texture, as well as layering crinkled newspaper and tissue paper, although you probably can’t see these textures as I have taken the photos from far away. My favourite one is the middle one, its the first one I did and it was the one I had the most fun creating, so that’s probably a main reason why, I love the turquoise colours and textures, it is now up on the wall in the art department amongst the hilarious mugshot collage of the art students.

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Anyway, I hope you’re all having a lovely Sunday!!

Z x

Pink Hair, Don’t Care

On Tuesday I went down to London to stay with my sister as I had my last ever hospital appointment at Great Ormond Street Hospital as i’m now being transferred to an adults clinic, a bit overdue I might add. I’m not complaining though, I’ve been going to that hospital for as long as i can remember and I’ve come to enjoy my visits. I am looking forward to not being surrounded by five year olds noIMG_20150205_145351w though. I had managed to squeeze in an appointment for myself at BLEACH London in Topshop, Oxford Street’s basement. I went in thinking I would be getting very light candy floss coloured, pink hair that I have wanted for a couple of years now. Because my hair was red-ish though, there was too much red pigment in it for my hair to go completely white when bleached, so the colourist said it would look better with “The Big Pink” which, as you can probably work out, is much more vibrant. I absolutely love it!!! It took five hours overall and during times waiting I lurked around Topshop in my Snape-like (Harry Potter) cloak and sporting IMG_20150204_092529a rather heavy amount of bleach on my head and a shower cap. Attractive. I felt guilty for confining my sister for so long in a basement but it was nice to spend time with her. I was absolutely petrified about bleaching my hair, a lot of people told me that it would fry, snap off, burn my scalp, turn to straw and fall out. All I noticed was that it was bit itchy when they put the cap on my head to stimulate the chemical reaction or whatever it is that it does, and my hair feels just as soft as it did before, no baldness and no frying… which is a relief!!

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Waiting in the freezing cold for a train. I really love my denim jacket. It took me forever to find one I liked, most of the ones in vintage shops were either too huge or a tad minging.
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I saw London briefly between hospital appointments, tubes and train rides.
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Near GOSH

Afterwards we went to a Mexican restaurant just off of Oxford street, called Wahaca which was delicious and i felt stuffed (pink) rabbit afterwards but ah well. We had this waiter called Miguel who was extremely helpful, when my sister told him I was deaf he found us a space upstairs in the bar area where there was barely a soul in sight where it was much quieter and served us personally. He even asked if I wanted the speakers to be switched off!  Its great when you find people who want to do anything they can to help you, especially as I often find restaurant situations difficult when its noisy. He has restored my faith in humanity!! Actually restored isn’t the word I mean as my faith in humanity was never exactly lost, but rather emphasised, but the saying fits so…

I am now back at college, which I actually don’t dread going to, which is a first for me. As much as I dislike, no hate, A Levels, I like college. That doesn’t mean I want to be staying there another year though.

I mentioned in my last post about challenging the government about Disabled Student’s Allowance, the law firm who are supporting me, Irwin Mitchell, have done a press release story, so I, along with Joseph who is in his first year of uni, have been in a few newspapers/websites/blogs, half of them I haven’t ever heard of though. Its actually quite terrifying. It’s all for a good cause though, we shouldn’t even really be having to fight to access what the majority of people can in education.

I love Manchester.

So yesterday I went to Manchester with a new-ish friend from college called Rachel. We decided that we both needed to get our Christmas shopping done as its only 26 days until Christmas..,.26! :O Rachel doesn’t know Manchester that well so once we had been to the main high street shops for presents, I showed Rachel the Northern Quarter which is the best part of Manchester (well in my biased opinion). It’s full of all the old industrial, victorian buildings that have been converted into flats, boutiques, cafes and vintage shops. If you ever stop by Manchester  you should go to Affleck’s Palace, it’s a really cool building cram packed with a lattice of tiny shops where you can get anything from vintage clothes, 10 inch spiky flatforms, olde worlde sweets, a bead emporium and tattoos.

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The Outside

It’s like a labyrinth with lots of winding corridors, stairs surrounded by newspapered or graffitied walls and you just never know where you’re going to end up. So if you’re looking to get lost for a bit then off you jog.

One of the stairwells
One of the stairwells

I just love the city as a whole and it makes me even more excited to think that I could be living there next year…a whole city of inspiration just waiting to be found! Travel agent wannabe alert…oo-er.

I bought myself some beads from The Bead Shop in Affleck’s, if you like making stuff you would be in heaven there! Do you like my new necklace then? I do. Obviously.

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I have noticed that I’ve started caring a lot less what people think of what I wear, how i do my hair etc, I just wear whatever I want because I want to, which is the way it should be. I think it’s college that made it change a bit for me, there’s so many different people there and everyone is just accepted and that makes me happy 🙂 Ooh a smiley face for emphasis there. I’m not completely there yet with the self-confidence business but I will be.

We witnessed some aggressive street drumming ( I can’t say I could work out any particular rhythm) and some Green Party fracking protests which is always interesting to see. There were some strange people wearing scary white masks shouting out nonsensical protests, sadly didn’t get a picture of them but I got that one over there… the one with the big red sign? I also got a photo of the photobox in Urban Outfitters which is just cool. Personally I would have wanted to keep my picture but plastering them all over the box looks good too.

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Urban Outfitters, Manchester Central
Urban Outfitters, Manchester Central

I thought I’d just show you a watercolour painting Rachel did of me in art on Friday, Glenn has done one too, I am apparently their muse! Haha, er, no, we just draw each other all the time. I don’t look like Beyonce as requested. I look a bit sad actually.

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By Rachel

Boots and Fairies.

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Shall we all just take a moment right now and appreciate these shoes? I say, yes let’s. I am so doing this to my doc martens in the summer. Which reminds me actually that I am planning my next volunteering project in…MEXICO. I know, hard to contain the excitement right?!

I have been doing my art coursework on ‘Urban Decay’ focusing on textures and textiles. I get to do all my favourite things in  it which is just a bonus, hunting for derelict buildings, taking hundreds of photos, drawing, sewing and good old fashioned “ripping stuff up”. Today I got some fabric and made my brother cycle over it about 50 times, aiming to create some destroyed effect. Turns out it didn’t do much. So next up I try soaking it in coffee for an hour and putting it in the oven. Actually now i think of it I don’t think I turned the oven off…one second before I cause some kind of smog in the kitchen.

All is well. No smog as I’m sure you’ll be glad to know.

I have been exploring Pinterest which is just oh so inspirational. I found this photo, not really sure how it inspires me actually. Its a nice picture though so lets just not stick a label on it. Actually I have considered scrap-booking so maybe it could come into that, but honestly when will I find the time to scrapbook? Maybe it should be my Breaking Bad substitute, probably be more productive at least.

I have been deprived of my Cochlear Implant for almost two weeks now, which is thoroughly depressing. It’s my main source of hearing, so for now, can you just bear with? Thanks. At least its preparation for when I run away to a remote village with no electricity where I wouldn’t be able to charge my hearing stuff. Ok, mum, if you’re reading this please take a breath, I’m not really running away. I’m continuing my A Levels because it truly enthrals me.Screen shot 2014-11-23 at 20.17.41

Went to a vintage fair today, it was like a really bad traffic jam on the M6 but with buggies and women in really puffy skirts. It was fun trying on vintage and not-so-vintage clothes and picking little decorative things up and saying ‘ooh thats nice, I won’t buy it though, I’ll just make it myself’. My Gran has given me some of her very own vintage headscarves and clutches so I am all set for vintage-ness for the time being. The M6 business reminds me actually that yesterday I drove on a big scary 70mph dual carriageway for the first time ever. I swear my hands were shaking like they were about the unscrew themselves and plop in my lap. Nice bit of graphic imagery for you there, I do apologise. But yes anyway, I feel that this was somewhat of an achievement as I didn’t crash or veer off into a field.

My sister got a birthday present for her and two friends to go to a restaurant in the shard in London which sounds pretty amazing. She deserves something special as she has been doing her first ever full-time job at Great Ormond Street Hospital! I shall have to go and visit soon, explore London, moan to each other and maybe get a bit of shopping in.

I kind of look forward to going back to college tomorrow, is it weird that I actually like Mondays? I guess I like the structure side of things, where I can get loads of work done and not have to worry about it (much) after college finishes. But then again I like Fridays better than Mondays. I have been editing and re-editing my personal statement for university and it scares me how fast the deadline is coming up, it’ll be posted by tomorrow though!

Unreported World

“Patrick Otema, 15 was born profoundly deaf. In the remote area of Uganda where he lives there are no schools for deaf children, and he has never had a conversation.”

So many deaf children have no form of communication whatsoever, donate now by text or any amount on JustGiving and help give deaf children in Uganda the education and the communication they deserve.

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Feeling all Autumnal

 I just love the way the leaves crunch under your feet and you can curl up on the sofa smothered in blankets and watch the world go by in the rain outside. Autumn is one of the best seasons because its not too cold yet and it doesn’t rain as much as winter and there’s loads of pretty orangey colours everywhere

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   This is one of my favourite jumpers ever, for some reason I find it difficult to buy things or spend money on myself. I saw this one day in a shop just glowing from across the room, you know, the way jumpers do. On impulse I actually bought it instead of tearing myself away with great reluctance and I’m so glad I did! One day I’m going to knit a jumper, or maybe several, I’ve been meaning to for a while but keep forgetting to get some wool that fits a pattern.

    I actually find that (below) photo thoroughly amusing, it kind of looks like I’m dead. Don’t fret, I’m not. Obviously. Those docs have fur inside them and they’re the softest shoes I’ve ever owned. I practically live in them. Bit of juxtaposition for you there. I bought the nude skirt about 3 years ago, it was a midi but I grew (slightly) and now its a bit less midi. I wear it a lot now but when I first bought it I regretted it after a week because I ‘t think it looked right…glad I didn’t give it away now though!didnIMG_7447

The camper van is called Florence by the way. Aka Flozza. Ok I’m lying, we would never call it Flozza.

There’s been a lot going on at college lately, for some inane reason, Ofsted (the boss of education or whatever they are) have decided to add to the already too stressful lives of A level students. We now have a controlled assessment every three weeks for each subject, that must meet our minimum target grades or at least one below, and if not we are in the ‘amber or red zone’…ooooh. Scary. Then you have to resit it it the next week if you don’t meet that grade. To top it off I have tons of geography coursework and english coursework that nobody even knew about and and and…

Sometimes I just feel like school or college or whatever is taking over my life. I know for a fact that the majority of my friends feel like this too. And probably the whole A level community. I want to run away and do something fun. Like learn to speak mandarin and travel the world and jump out of an aeroplane (with a parachute, breathe). I used to love learning about new things and now its becoming such a chore and I’m beginning to resent my most loved subjects.

We’re doing a Christmas Jumper Secret Santa. Ai-eee 🙂 I love secrets and I love shopping for presents so all is bright on that front.