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.

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.

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.