Work it baby

Said no one ever

Said no one ever

After endless YouTube viewings, book readings and scrabble marathons, I have had enough!

So to prepare for my return to the real world and to award myself after 5 weeks of frustrations, I have “over” indulged just a little. Urban Dictionary: overindulged “When your tummy no longer fits inside your trousers meaning u have had a really good Christmas! happy days 🙂 Example: Michelle: oh I can’t believe I have to physically stuff my ass into my pants… Kelly: that’s a good sign that you’ve overindulged. (In my eyes there’s no such thing as overindulging but my dad begs to differ)

I was going to reward myself with a little shopping spree on net-a-porter, when I was looking at the jeans section I noticed a brand that sold the perfect pair for me. Every tall woman on the planet knows it is near to impossible to find a good pair of jeans. So to all of you out there I highly recommend Acne Studios aka my new Nirvana. They have the perfect length of skinny jeans, they can be slightly on the expensive side though, but like Victoria Beckham said: “you will always get a return on investment with a good pair of jeans.” Amen.

Following this little spree I decided to go to the hairdresser. It had been 4 months and I could tell my hair needed a little pamper sesh. Now my history with hairdressers is one of many horror stories. When I was about 10 years old I passed out at the hairdresser, having not eaten anything in the morning and it being a boiling hot day. Mix these factors with a packed hairdresser and the smell of 5 different styling products and voila, Katy on the floor.

I went to the hairdresser at the age of 14 with mum’s bankcard because at that age you “know what you’re doing”.. . Went in and asked for summer curls, you know, just normal beach looking curls. I ended up walking out of there with a perm. Yes.. a perm. Which ended up staying in my hair for a good 3 to 4 years. I obviously had no idea what I was doing and to this day shame on the person who gave a 14 year old a perm! For God’s sake!

My last horror story ended up with me having flaming red hair, and a platinum white bun on top of my head. I had asked for an “Ombré” the summer look of 2014, where your ends are lighter. I ended up with the most horrific dipdye you have ever seen. It was so bad I called work and said I wasn’t coming in the following morning because I needed an emergency coloring at a new hairdresser! After sending a picture of my hair, they agreed. ENOUGH SAID. The new hairdresser I ended up going to was a life saver. They do exactly what you both agree upon and have a special color bar so no horrendous surprises when they start drying your hair. BIG credit to New Generation in Borgerhout Antwerp.

My last indulgent was a water bottle. Not the “I feel like crap and need a hot water bottle to hug” water bottle, but a drinking water bottle. One with a separate tube in which you can put different kinds of fruit making it turn into flavored water. Apparently it’s good for weight loss and helps against bloating. I think it’s just a tastier way to get people to drink more water. It arrives on Monday, I’ll let you know how I get on with it!

Have a good weekend and remember, it could be worse.



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