22/08/09

Well, what a busy few days.
What I thought would be happening, on Sunday for the hair modelling, (sorry, midly distracted there by Laurence sitting on the bed, pressing keypad buttons and doing little dances, I'll kill him later).
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, the hair modelling, my good grief. What a day! What I thought would be a quiet, relaxing day of having my hair done and having a few photos taken turned into.....


....the salon international!
Housing a good few thousand people, hundreds of stalls and stages.
Christ, my hear dropped to my feet and I felt very faint, the gorgeous (but a size too small skirt) they had managed to squeeze me into was cutting off circulation and oxygen, as hungry as I was (having nothing all day) I thought it would probably be better not to eat, as one extra thing going into my abdominal area, would most certainly result in combustion of either myself, or said skirt. So like a true model, I sat there drinking my water. The shoes, which suprisingly were in my size, were designed for foot torture, after walking around in them all day, freezing cold, my muscle contracted and the next day, i think its fair to say I could barely walk, or sit as my ass felt like it had been in a small, but very painful accident.
But that wasnt the worst of it, I had to sit on a stage infront of about fifty people, and have my hair cut.
Having given the go ahead to do whatever he damnwell pleased to the -what can only be describe as a catostraphe- pile of hair on my head, I was newley coloured a deep indigo, and only got a small idea of how it was going to look as my hairdresser told the crowd, and I saw chunks of indigo falling to the floor.
After the catwalk (I really need some lessons in how to walk in heels) I stumbled off the stage, and checked out my new 'do.
I love it.
He could not have got it more right for my personality, and to say I didnt have to pay a penny for it, I was over the moon.
We then had to wait a couple of hours for the rest of the team to finish, then trundled to the bus in unusual outfits, high shoes, new hair, and a black eye (a design painted on my face by the makeup artist, not by someones fist as it may sound).
And then, the bastard bus driver forgot about us, we then waited for an hour and a half for him to reach us, then another hour and a half to get back to the salon in oxford circus.
Needless to say the shoes came off at the door, as did the skirt, I could finally breathe again.
I had a fabulous time with Haringtons, they're so lovely, and so much fun. I'm so grateful to them, and their very talenting hands.

Monday consisted of crits (C+ we were happy), and an emergency trip to the hospital as Steph had gone blind (we were not happy).
Note to self: DO NOT sit on the chairs near the toilets, little children throw up, narrowly missing your lovely Accesories bag, and stinking the place up for a good hour, until the attendings can clean up.

On Tuesday, in the spirit of changing our looks, myself and Portia decided to get new piercings, I followed the example of my mother and sister, and Portia got her belly button pierced, we all held hands and came out of Woody's feeling rather proud of ourselves, if a little sore.

I'm now back at the other halves house (twice in four days, i'm doing well). This time there was no X-Factor, although he had just had an hour long soak in the bath, I didnt no whether this was better or worse.
Its nice to be in a warm room, you can practically see my breath in my room.
He keeps looking at me in a nodding dog kind of way, its cute and rather distracting.
Breakfast was some wierd scottish dish called, bannock (don't ask, I was flummoxed) and cake, in the true spirit of student life, finished with a brew.

I'm now going to have a bath and wash my self inflicted wounds.