NOT the colour purple

So I dyed my hair purple over the weekend..

Does this look purple to you??

They may as well have called it "Exactly The Same Shade As Your Current Hair Colour, Just Slightly Darker".
Oh well. I only did it for a bit of fun and it did the trick. Also, is it just me or do my hands look really strange in that second picture? The more I look at them, the weirder they get.

Oh and by the way, I'm sat in my bedroom with the window open at the moment. I can feel the cool air in the room and guess what? I'm not cold!

Spring's a coming folks.

This post sucks

And this picture sums up how I feel perfectly. Urgh.

Project Wednesday - update three

Right, we're back on track.
Sort of.

Back when I wrote my first Project Wednesday post I touched on how nervous I was about attacking the kitchen wall in case I mucked it up. 

Well, I mucked it up.

Long (and boring) story short, I did a bit and then decided that I'd end up pissing the neighbours off too much with the noise to make it worth while. Plus I didn't like what I saw underneath the plaster anyway, so I stopped.

Unfortunately this doesn't mean that I've finished with this project. Oh no. It just means that it's changed slightly. Instead of exposing the brick, I now have to fix it and make it all pretty again. Urgh.

Oh well, it's better to regret the things you have done than the things you haven't. That's what they say isn't it? 

Well "they" suck if you ask me. And so do stupid kitchen walls.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Today was a miserable day. It was a Monday, which is never a good start, but it was also grey and raining.

Due to my accident last week I couldn't drive to work and the bloke was in London so I had to bus it. Always a guaranteed way to put me in a stinker of a mood first thing in the morning. I don't mind getting buses, but I particularly hate the bus that goes from my village to the Uni. It's always late, cold, the driver's always grumpy and the students rude and annoying.

Anyhoo, I digress.

I don't know if it was because it was a Monday, or because the weather was so miserable, but by mid-morning I'd started to day dream about a bacon butty. Then it turned into a chip butty and then I merged the two food fantasies together and started dreaming about a bacon AND chip butty. And that was that.
I don't think I concentrated on anything for more than a couple of minutes after that until I got home and made myself these.

Cheese topped rolls full of salty chips and bacon. HEAVEN.