Tea and cakes and things I like

This blog is number 15 in a google search for “feminine freshness”.
Brilliant.

So, yesterday my hair was cut short. I really like it. It was cut by a trainee for her final exam, so she spent ages on it, longer then anyone has before. Then she put loads of goop in it and made it look all big, but now I like it. Best of all, it was all free! If I’d have realised there were people out there willing to cut my hair for free I would have been getting it cut more often. I may have t if I stay with the very short look.

Anyway, next week is the exam presentation, so I have to get all dressed up in a posh dress and someone’s going to do my make up and stuff.
I asked if I needed to bring anything with me.
Her: “Any high heeled strappy sandals”
Me: “Erm…… I don’t own any heels at all, sorry”
Her: “That’s ok, just bring along any costumer jewellery you have”
Me: “Erm…. I don’t own any, I have some nice chunky silver stuff but that’s all”
Her: “Don’t worry about it, just bring your foundation with you and we’ll be fine”
Me: “Erm…. ”

I think she might be regretting her choice of model.

Some of the photos from Helsinki are up here.
Just a few. Tallin, Aland Islands and Turku will follow soonish.

I was walking down the street on Tuesday, feeling very relaxed and happy - still relaxed from the holiday, full of a delicious veggie powercrepe plus pancake that was my dinner, on way to the pub, I was accosted by a person who opened the conversation by apologising for stopping me, and explaining that she worked for Toni and Guy. Ah yes, I say, you’re about to try to sell me some sort of loyalty card deal that only pays off if I get my hair cut and coloured there every week. No, says she, I’m a student, and my exam is coming up, I was wondering if you would model for me?

So there we have it, my modelling career is resuming, with a free haircut from the place I go to anyway.

“But I didn’t know you were a model?” I hear you cry. Yes, well, in my younger years I strode the catwalks*, but the publicity hungry, coke fuelled, bitter world of modelling just wasn’t for me, so I retreated into a world of books and Haagen Das.

*Catwalks = the local community hall when I was 5 and a local bridal show at 13.

I believe my readership is temporarily increasing.
Hi. Wish I could be there. Especially as it’s raining here.
Travel stuff and links to photos will follow, hopefully this week, things have been busy since we got home.
Oh, and I’ve disabled commenting. I hope. I tried to anyway.

No words of wisdom, too much to do to be wasting my time on the internet.
In Tallin at the moment, seems lovely. Helsinki beautiful and wonderful, weather fantastic, having great time.

So, what was it that helped me calm down from my stress freak out earlier today.
Was it:
1. The flowers in the rescue remedy
2. The alcohol in the rescue remedy
3. Placebo effect
4. The cup of tea and chocolate biscuit that a colleague brought me

Not a trick question, I’m really wondering. Answers on a postcard or comments…