Monday, 6 July 2015

Home of the Shamrock

by Hello from Northern Ireland :) I'm here for the next few days for my Auntie's wedding on Saturday, so I think I'm going to write this as a diary sort of post that just says what I've been up to, maybe some pictures and stuff.

Thursday 11th June
I've decided I can't allow mum to book flights anymore. I was up at 3:30 this morning for a seven o'clock flight. I'm dressed in new clothes, though, which is nice.





Little OOTD, the embroidered top and the white vest beneath it are Primark, the jeans are old favourites from Denim Co., the shoes are Primark too, and my hair's in twists.





We were at Newcastle airport by five, which meant I got to watch the sunrise out the car window, not exactly something you do everyday. For once, we got through security with no problem. I spent the wacky races of security trying to find the stag in what must have been a 30-40 strong stag party headed for Magaluf (it was printed on their t-shirts). Then through all the shops, which have had a change around since the last time I was in Newcastle airport. We had a stop in Boots, mum picked up some lipsticks, and I got some cotton pads, seeing as I realised I hadn't packed any.

Note, if you're wondering about the green lipstick, it basically reacts to the pH level of your lips so it gives a darker colour to your lips, so I suggest you try it.
We got some breakfast after that (I had an omelette) before finding out our flight was on its last call, half an hour early. Getting past our gate, we were told we had to stow our handbags into our luggage, which on small flights is only hand baggage; I don't see the point in putting our handbags away, it makes no sense, but I digress.
By the looks of it, we were the last set to board, we got into our seats, listened to the safety instructions and set off for a 35 minute flight. I tried playing Candy Crush for a couple of minutes before I decided I needed a nap. So, I slept the flight away. We arrived at around 20 to 8 in the morning, to my grim realisation that I was in Ireland before any of my friends were even in school. After getting our rental car (a Mercedes C class, go big or go home) we drove to my auntie's house in Portrush. The car is buttons everywhere, so it took us a while to figure it all out, but we got there in the end.
I ended up in a dress fitting. I got told off for saying I hadn't put on weight - sorry for not immediately looking for a change in my body, I think it's fine. It apparently needs to be let out at the hips, and brought in around my chest (first time I've heard that one). Otherwise, it's lovely material, fits my body so well, I think I'm going to love wearing it.
I've honestly been shattered all day; we went for a ride out at half 11 to get out of my auntie's hair, which I didn't get to see, because I fell asleep. We found ourselves a nice cafe, chicken cheese and sweet corn panini, could probably rival Subway. Then we found our way back to my auntie's, I fell asleep again.
We made our way to our house after that. The rest of the Patchett clan is staying in one house, and oh my god, I am in love. If I ever organise a holiday for me and my friends on a budget, we're renting this in a heart beat.

So we settled ourselves in, and mum has made herself at home by getting 40 winks whilst I sit and write, while watching Top Gear, because why not?
I spent a while chatting with Maya about clothes and craic from school before me and mum decided to test out the pool. Yes, there is a pool!
We must have spent a good few hours in there, and it was heaven, honestly. For something less than four feet deep, it was brilliant.
When we eventually emerged, we made ourselves some tea (sausage and egg sandwiches)
After that, me and mum spent a few minutes 'being healthy, making ourselves some strawberries, cherries and pineapple before sitting down in front of an episode of Ripper Street.
After that finished, it was 20 past 11 so we stuck ourselves in bed.

Friday 12th June
Quarter past eight my body decided I needed to be up. I ended up sat in front of the telly with the first half hour of the Incredible Hulk before mum got up and made breakfast (toast and leftover fruit). We ended up dashing around sorting ourselves out because we had to be with my auntie for another dress fitting.
We met the other 'green' bridesmaid; there's two older bridesmaids in red, and the teenagers (me and C) are in green. She's nice, her actions speak louder than her words.
So, another fitting, it fit better today after being let out at the hips, but needs to be brought up at the shoulders and hemmed now.


We were then roped in to decorate baskets we'd be using to hand out wedding favours; the women are getting sea shells my other auntie crafted, and the men are getting RNIB and RNLI lapel badges, which I may be nicking one each of for my school blazer.
After some cake and mum finished her tea, we made our excuses and came back to our cottage to meet my cousin and his parents who were arriving. It's nice to have somebody else my age around, even if J is a select talker.
We went to the same cafe for lunch, I had the same panini, then we had to make our way over to the venue to help set it up. We made displays with candles, fixed the sweet trees that were falling apart then became spare parts for 20 minutes.
After that, we headed back to our cottage, where I've nicked off with my mum's kindle to make blogging easier, because writing from my phone does get hard for long posts like this.
My dad and my sister's family arrived around quarter past seven, where we spent forever umming and aaaing over food. Eventually, when auntie B returned, my cousin, my nephew and I ended up with pizza whilst every body else ordered an Indian. My nephew was sharing with me in my room, so I had to sort him out, but after the whole bathroom routine, I read a couple of chapters of Girl Online, which I just started.

Saturday 13th June
I set an alarm. On a Saturday. For half seven. I had to tell my nephew to go back to sleep because he didn't need to be up just yet. I ended up taking myself into the kitchen, boiling the kettle and making myself some berry tea whilst I sat and added another coat to my nails. Mum got up after a while, we made toast for me and A, who decided he'd slept enough for one morning. A load of fruit and a shower later, I threw myself into a playsuit for easiness with that same crochet top and a pair of slippers that my mum bought that read 'bridesmaid'.
We got ourselves to my auntie's for the whole makeup and hair affair. Makeup was done first, soft smoky eye with the works on the face (though subtle works). I even have foundation on the back of my neck.

Onto hair, it's an updo with curls. My first reaction when literally anyone tries to style my hair is good luck. It's so thick and heavy, curls only last if they're done with plaits or hairspray that'll hold a car in place.
I was sat taking pictures to send to Maya, which then apparently turned out to be Jake, but you can see them too.
Auntie J gave me and the other bridesmaid a gold purse each with a necklace and earring set inside.
The dresses were honestly gorgeous; I'm not one for something that fits well, but it was figure hugging and just felt so nice and I felt gorgeous in it.

Eventually, my mum came and picked me and the other bridesmaid up to take us to Mussenden Temple, where the ceremony would be. If you're ever in Ireland, please visit the Mussenden Temple, it is absolutely gorgeous.





The ceremony itself lasted over an hour, with readings, and some beautiful singing and my aunt and her husband being really far too cute for words.
At the reception, I got kind of bored, which shouldn't be allowed, as I do some weird things when bored.
Like taking the diamante decorations from the table and sticking them in your champagne glasses for example. I also ate a lot of sweets from the aforementioned sweet trees, which became a hat when none of us could be bothered with the 6 or so left.

The food was from a company with South African connections, with canapes, starters, pork, more pork, and cheesecakes!
Unfortunately, I'm not much of a dancer, I can bounce to a beat, and that's pretty much it! I got up for a couple of songs, even tried to drag my cousins up (*scoffs* teeangers!) but I ended up just playing Lego Star Wars on my nephew's iPad :)
The party didn't actually wind down until about 11, with only an hour before a bus arrived for everybody. It actually arrived half an hour early. By this point, I'd removed everything from my hair; I later counted the pins and came to 36, completely shattering my record of 15!
When we got back to the house, I stripped the dress as soon as I could, nice as it was, it was midnight, I wanted out! Although I originally wanted to head straight to bed, I succumbed to the pull of the pool, where my mum and dad and cousin's family had made themselves comfy. This pool arty ended up being the birthplace of 'The Boy with Two Rings' and the 'Not-Wedding'. It was brilliant we didn't get out until 20 to 2 or something!

Sunday 14th June
Sunday morning became a lazy morning. I may have been awake at quarter past ten, but I was on my phone watching youtube and reading on dA until lunchtime. Breakfast was the fry-up works, complete with scrambled eggs, sausages, bacon, and pain-au-chocolat and croissants (you know the pre-made ones that you just have to roll out of a tin, they're gorgeous!)
When we sat down for breakfast, we caught my sister and her partner up on what had happened in the pool after they'd gone to bed. I actually took a drink whilst we were explaining the Boy with Two Rings, and it went down the wrong way. My cousin nearly killed me, and he was still in bed. 
We had to go back to the wedding venue to pick up my auntie's car, so we headed that way.



Afterwards, we made our way to the beach in Castlerock. I decided to try and be artsy and get picture of the sea and the sand, utterly failed, but it was nice to just stand in the water. I helped my nephew make some sand-water, then got forced to send it back to the ocean (if you have the gall to deny a four year old, I salute you). Of course, we had to get ice cream, twin cone with a flake and monkey's blood - red sauce if you're not northern - it's really strange that 99's are now something like £2 now, it's sad.


It was whilst we were enjoying our ice creams that we watched a car dig itself into the sand. After watching and laughing for ages, my uncle, dad, and kind-of-brother-in-law went over to help out.The ones left behind decided it looked like an episode of Top Gear; we decided my uncle was kind of grumpy, so he was Clarkson, my dad has a sense of humour about him, so he was Hammond, which left my sort-of-brother-in-law as May. Once unstuck, the guy in the car turned around and left the beach, with us only a little bit behind.
We made our way to my auntie's house for an open house. I ended up sat playing with lego with A. Afterwards, we went to the Giant's Causeway, so we could say we had done some sightseeing. We didn't actually walk down to the causeway, but we were close enough.
We found ourselves a chip shop called Mortons, which have massive fish and onion rings (I literally only ate 2, I think!). Once home, we again spent the night in the pool. My sister dunked me a few times (brought it on myself), it was fun, I was exhausted, we broke the pool light.

Monday 15th June
Everything needed packing, and I mean everything; I'd go into the bathroom and return with even more stuff to pack. Once the owner of the house arrived, we all split, my dad and sister's family heading to the dock, my cousin's family going to Londonderry for his History, and me and mum off to pick up my Aunt to go to the plane. It took us until we returned for us to realise that we had left my bridesmaid's bouquet on the windowsill. So, we picked up my aunt and returned to the house to pick up the flowers.
Not much happened at the airport, we sat down and ate lunch (carrot and coriander soup), picked my dad up some M&Ms from the duty free (a cashier complimented the bouquet, which I was having to carry around so it wouldn't get crushed) then boarded the plane. Plane's not that interesting, I read, played games, seeing as it was only 40 minutes. And that's kind of it really, I was home.


So, this has taken me over a week to write. I honestly started on the Thursday (so you may notice if it changes tenses), and it's now Monday 22nd. I now have the task, after finishing, of uploading all of the photos from my phone and camera to this post.
There may be a Writing Wednesday, then again there may not, as I'm heading to a Summer Festival retreat on Wednesday afternoon; most people in my school call it God Camp (I think we christened it that, and it stuck, seeing as even the people there were calling it God Camp last year).
So, yeah :)
Love, Eve <3
PS. After adding all the pictures, it is now the 28th! Oh god!
P.P.S. Then 

Wednesday, 1 July 2015

Writing Wednesday #16 ~ Punch


It was the other girl that threw the first punch, Holly swore it. Then again, it was hard to pinpoint exactly when the spat began; had it been with the first hurled insult, or the haphazard slap, or even with the boyfriends appearing to break it up?
Holly had escaped the brawl with her scars, as well as a bust lip, black eye, and the four stitches in her cheek. The sense of accomplishment, however, was astonishing. The other girl certainly didn't come out so lucky, with a fractured wrist, a considerable chunk of hair missing from her head, and was a ripped dress classed as a casualty?
Oliver couldn't decide what to do with her; his girlfriend knew how to throw a punch, and was that really a bad thing? She did start a bar fight though, and he couldn't exactly advocate that.
Once out of the hospital and showered, Oliver turned to his girlfriend as she dragged a comb through her bedraggled hair. "So what was that?"
"What was what?" Holly returned, pulling out a particularly nasty knot.
"You know what Holly. You just started a bar fight with another girl. What was it about?"
Holly placed the comb down, having pulled her hair into her customary bedtime ponytail. "I am sorry, Oliver, but she said Twilight was better than Harry Potter."

Crappy bit of humour this week; I realise that a subject like 'punch', but I really couldn't think of anything. This was written during a day of tedium at the Sage Gateshead. We're performing in a Catholic Partnership event, which is fun, but spending an entire day at the venue isn't the most exciting of things.
Anywho, should have a couple of posts up soon enough, my Ireland blog and hopefully a favourites!
Also, it's thundering where I am, and the library lights keep flickering, this looks promising for DofE tomorrow :)
Eve <3

Monday, 22 June 2015

I Want to Make This Better

I love my blog; it's strange to think how different I may be if I didn't create a blog 17 months ago. 
However, I have been here for 17 months, and I want to know how to be 'out there'. 
How do I promote my blog?
How do I make my blog seen? This is the classic case of envy, I know, but I'm proud of my little corner and I want it to be noticed. So here I pose a couple of questions to you:
How do you promote your blog?
What do you think of my content?
My content isn't set in stone, apart from Writing Wednesdays, so what do you think of the stuff I post? Should I do less talking about my life, more about stuff that interests me? Or do you like hearing about my life?
Just a couple of questions I want answers to. Still working on the long post, I'm nearly done bar picture uploading (I can see that taking a chunk out of my life). So yeah, happy Monday, etc.
Love, Eve <3

Sunday, 21 June 2015

I Want to Write a Bucket List

I've tried doing bucket lists before, last summer's was quite small.

Teach myself to play guitar
Spend an afternoon watching the clouds
Spend a night watching the stars
Watch a sunset
   Watch a sunrise
Fly a kite
Dance in the rain
 Write a short story

Pull an all-nighter

As far as I can remember, the most I did was the sunsets and sunrise; I got up so early to watch the sunrise, and I tried to get pictures, but the view wasn't so good.

I want to make a bucket list for this summer that I can complete.

So, this is me asking you for suggestions, what should I add to my bucket list?

I definitely want to watch sunrises and sunsets again, because I've mentioned before how much I love the beauty of nature, and sunsets are some of my favourite, and the beauty of sunrises just can't be missed, you should really try watching one sometime.


What do I want to do this summer? This is what I've got off the top of my head!

Watch a sunrise
Watch a sunset
Plan my 16th
Write stuff
Watch the stars
Take pictures of cool things
Get out more, ffs
Actually see friends

Yeah, that's all I got! I'm going to keep a bucket list update so you can see what I've added, and if I've actually done them :)

Hope you're as hyped for summer as I am, because right now I'd rather be facing a load of stress free nights than science revision and realising I have literally no time to get shit done, YAY GCSEs!

Love you all, Eve <3

Wednesday, 17 June 2015

Writing Wednesday #15 ~ Quill

A wise old bard once said that the pen is mightier than the sword. I don't suppose he was thinking of people like me when he was saying that, for I am mightier than a pen can ever be.
The quill of an author fits only he chosen to bear it, and only those worthy of bearing such a burden are chosen to carry it. The ink that flows into words in our pages is not made of the blood of animals as it once was, but rather the blood that our stories shed, the tears that fall in our tragedies, the pealing laughter that rolls from our comedies.
The story an author details upon the pages of his book are his entirely, from the first to the last and all that reads in between. The words that spill from the quill are crafted from nothing, coming to life on the page with a burning intensity.
My story has only just begun, my words are few, but my ideas are many. My life is defined by a book that remains in its first pages.
My quill chose me and my story, and I hope to fulfill its expectations.
* * *
I went with a Once Upon a Time series 4 spin on this, and I know it's short, but it was either this or more Harry Potter *shrugs*
Currently working on a massive post about where I was at the weekend, so look forward to that :)
Love, Eve <3

Friday, 12 June 2015

The Word Conform Annoys Me

Conform:
to act in accord with the prevailing standards, attitudes, practices, etc., of society or a group: One has to conform in order to succeed in this company.

My history teacher uses this word whenever somebody's being rowdy in my class (so every lesson). Now, I love her, I've been getting such good marks this last year because of her teaching, though can she please slow down when changing slides? Although, whenever she uses the word conform, I honestly feel like standing up and protesting the notion.

Since I learned what the word conform meant, I protested against what it stood for. I don't want to conform, but the shame is that it's ingrained in us. We don't realise it, but simply abiding by our school uniform standards is conformity; of course, anyone can say that it's preparing you for work where you may have to wear a uniform. I don't mind wearing a uniform, even though I can't wait for the day where I don't have to wake up and put a tie on, but the word conform honestly makes me feel like putting a tie on on a morning just shoves me into a box where I can only do what I'm told. I myself have started adorning the box that we call uniform; as I type, I have 6 pin badges on my lapel, 5 of which are charity badges. In year 8, I was told by my form tutor to take off a Red Nose Day badge that I was wearing, because it wasn't school issue. He's left, so now I've tried to challenge it and see if any other teachers protest. So far, the only comments I've had are that they're colourful, or just asking why I wear them. At one point, at Christmas, the choir was told to remove all badges so they don't blind anyone due to the lights, but I think that was directed at me more than anyone else. I walk past senior members of staff everyday and they're more likely to tell me off for having my sleeves rolled up than a load of badges on my lapel. Go figure!

I went off track. What I'm trying to say is, don't feel you need to conform. If we were to all conform, then we'd all be the same, and who wants that? Leave your box behind, because you don't need it to be special!

Just a little Public Service Announcement for your weekend :)
Love, Eve <3

Wednesday, 3 June 2015

Writing Wednesday #14 ~ Photograph

It was always close, for those times. Times when it gets hard, or times where it hurts. The photograph holds the memories so that they can remember, times where their eyes don’t close, where they’re wide and full of laughter; times where their hearts are never broken, where they’re intact and burning bright with passion. In these memories, time stands still.
Keep it close to your heart, this photograph of memories; hold it close, these eyes full of laughter; may you never be alone, not with a full and loving heart. These memories will bring you home, my dear, let them carry you.
Let it heal, let it mend all the holes that have been left by the empty spaces of your memories. I can be kept, like a photograph in your pocket, where you can keep me close, and when you meet my eyes, know you won't be alone.
If my photograph tears, know that's okay, after all, it is only your words that make me bleed. Hold me close sweetheart, and remember that as long as you hold me, I'm not letting you go.

Remember that necklace, the one from 10th grade? It rests above your heart, above where you fit me, breathing in time with your heartbeat. I’ll be home soon sweetheart, but until then, remember that night, the kiss under the lamppost back on sixth street. Until then, wait for me to come home.