7 Sep 2014

Hestia....and sonshine gets a haircut



See?  This is the curse of curly hair.  TWO inches lopped off his hair and it looks absolutely NO DIFFERENT.

You should have heard Tartarus when we got back from the hairdressers.  Much in the way of theatrical sighing, rolling eyes and pouting.  Like Mick Jagger only with worse dance moves.

I think Tartarus is simply jealous because his hair is soooooooo fine.

Not the hair on his body though, it's like a wee mohair suit.

26 Aug 2014

Hestia...is poo-less!

I have a hate/hate relationship with my hair.

My hair.  Actually, also my make-up
On the day that I wash my hair it curls beautifully.  But if I have to go outside (entirely likely) it begins to frizz.  Come day two after the hair wash and I look like I've been fighting (unsuccessfully) with badgers in a hedge.  From there on in, I scrape it back into a pony tail.  Although I've never seen a pony with a tail that looks like my hair.

I have had it straightened in the past - a keratin treatment which is actually quite good for your hair for reducing frizz - but I still had to do a lot of straightening.  And straightening isn't good for your hair.  And then there's the time.  And the cash.....

Reader.  I.  Have.  Had.  Enough.

22 Aug 2014

Hestia.... learns about denim

St Tiffany - patron saint of Denim Wearers
If you know me at all, you will realise that I am a fairly unreconstructed fashion person: I have written before about how my dress sense is more Matt Baker than Ted, my hair more Gene Simmons than Jean.

I love reading fashion blogs though, but usually while I'm slobbed out on the bed with my ipad and munching my way through a Tunnocks Caramel Wafer.  Like swimming with sharks and base-jumping off the top of the Eiffel Tower, it's grand to watch and read about, but frankly, I haven't got the energy or inclination to take part.

Then I happened upon the Guardian vlogs.

12 Aug 2014

Hestia.... has another tidy fail

I am a sucker for self-helpy-motivational booky stuff.  My friends joke that if there was a book to wean you off self-help books, it too would adorn my bookshelves.

Many a happy hour I have lain on the sofa, Loose Women chuntering on aimlessly as background noise,  reading about how to energise my life and git myself motivated.  I never stir from the comfort of the couch.

There are those who change their lives and those who just change their sitting position.

I am, unfortunately, one of the latter.

19 Jul 2014

Hestia's... #minionfail

Never send your minion out unescorted to buy coriander:

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