I've been meaning to try my hand at a bit of cross-stitch for a while now, and I finally got round to buying the kit and giving it a go this past week! I haven't cross-stitched anything since I was a kid, so I thought I'd start with something cute and easy...
... and so nyan cat seemed like an excellent choice! I am envisaging so many epic cross-stitch projects in my future. My naked living room walls and I are very excited!
As I think I've mentioned, since moving to Aberdeen I got involved with the local roller derby league. Things that are terrifying: moving to a new city and starting a new job. Things that are double terrifying: moving to a new city, showing up to a sports club where you don't know anyone, full of pre-established friendships and intimidatingly kick-ass ladies, and attempting to learn a sport (on wheels, no less) that has a bit of reputation for being violent.
I needn't have worried. Showing up to the first GCRG practice was the best thing I've done since moving here, hands down. Everyone is lovely and friendly, derby is the best fun ever, and I've gone up a size in trousers because my thighs have genuinely become entities of their own. It's awesome. (I mean, I'm still reasonably puny, but give me time!)
This weekend, I got to see the GCRG team - the Northern Fights - in actual bouting action. It was prettiest much the coolest thing ever.
I can but aspire to kick as much ass as these ladies. One day, I hope to have thighs you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley. Toe stops will quiver with fear at the sight of me, and not the other way around. (Although, I like to think my toe stops might just suck, and I'm not just totally inept. They're square and I can't seem to keep them tight enough to not spin round, hence the frequency of Alice landing butt-first. Ouchies.)
A girl can dream! In the meantime, I can workworkwork and enjoy being surrounded by awesome ladies. :)
It's official - I've got the lurgy. As such, I've spent the past three of my precious few days off work coughing and sneezing and feeling sorry for myself. Anyway, I've been too pathetic and snot-tastic to get my planned TT organised, so this week, I will be directing you elsewhere for your plastic fix!
Icing & Write is the blog of the wonderful Aizzing, fellow Blythe enthusiastic and all-round awesome lady. She is currently running a really cool feature called Blythe and Me, in which she interviews bloggers who love Blythe. I leapt at the chance to get more involved in the Blythe blogging community, and you can read my Blythe and Mehere!
I highly recommend taking a look at the bloggers featured so far, and it's definitely one to watch. It's always great getting to know some of the wonderful people in the community a little bit better. Blythe aside, Aizzing's blog is also worth bookmarking for general inspiring prettiness! :)
Hello, lovelies! Today's post is brought to you by the new and improved 23 year old Alice - a wiser and more thrifty model than the outdated v22.9. (Well, a girl can dream.) I had a really lovely birthday filled with food and fireworks.
Tonight is Guy Fawkes Night in the UK, which means lots of fireworks, bonfires, jacket potatoes and sparklers. Oh, and some casual burning of effigies, but we tend to skip over that bit. Guy Fawkes Night is actually a very macabre tradition, when you think about it. Which, admittedly, most people don't. I love that it's a bit unsettling, and that the history behind it is kind of gruesome and dubious. Also, thanks - I suspect - largely to Alan Moore's V for Vendetta, it's not so much just an obscure, British thing anymore. The Guy Fawkes mask has quite some symbolic impact, these days! (My personal sense of awe at the potential significance of the Gunpowder Plot is entirely Diana Wynne Jones's fault, which you'll understand if you've read Witch Week.)
Anyway, last weekend on my birthday, and Gavin and I went to see some early-Guy Fawkes Night fireworks after stuffing ourselves silly with Turkish food.
Taking photos of fireworks can probably be a precision art, but, urr, not the way I do it. I don't have a tripod and I generally just mess about with longer exposures and seeing how still I can hold. Which is, by the way, not very still at all. (Especially after a cheeky birthday wine.) All things considered, some of these came out prettier than I expected!
This firework show wasn't put on the the council - unlike the one I am missing tonight - and was organised by an independent bunch of people to raise money for charity. It was a much smaller event, and very cute. The firework playlist included the Dr Who theme, which was unexpectedly awesome and weirdly appropriate.
My favourite thing was actually this bizarre and awesome contraption - a washing line full of roman candles. It might not have made loud noises or been that high up in the sky, but it looked really awesome.
More to come with regards to my birthday and some plastic ladies that may or may not have joined the household. (Hint: they totally did.) As of this evening, I am now off work for six days and looking forward to getting some quality me-time, as long as my immune system cooperates. I am currently curled up with a lemsip chugging orange juice and hoping for the best. Argh, such typical timing!
Halloween: a holiday where you're encouraged to wear fancy dress, eat your weight in sweets, demand free stuff from your neighbours, and carve vegetables into menacing shapes. What's not to like?! Here are a few photos of the plastic kids celebrating Halloween over the years.
In human news, this is now the third Halloween I have used my starfleet uniform as my costume. Before I'm accused of total laziness - this year, I was on skates...
... as Roller Derby practice this week coincided with Halloween! It was, admittedly, a bit sweaty. Well, a lot sweaty. But you know, totally worth it, because now I have these photos. (Many thanks to Amanda S. who got some awesome shots of us all!)
Hope you all had an awesome Halloween with lots of cake, chocolate, and the beautiful smell of candle roasted pumpkin. ♥