Tuesday, 4 August 2015

A Fairytale Themed Party for Seven Year Olds



This was actually a while ago now, but that doesn't diminish how very good I was. I was amazing. I was a saint. I was extremely nice. Basically, I organised a party for my sister. It wasn't just any old party though, not by any stretch of the imagination. It was a fairytale themed party, and it was quite a lot of work. Here's how it worked, so that if anyone fancies to copy it, or even just to use it for inspiration (and let's be honest, why wouldn't you. Age isn't an excuse.) then they can.

To begin with, I made six toadstools. These had empty stems, to hold pieces of a map, and I included a tutorial for them here: http://aminorityofonelunacy.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/paper-toadstools-diy.html

Next, I made a map. Being a naturally creative and artistic person with a ton of skill I drew it myself, of the garden and house, but fairytale styley. You could just use a real map of your house, or something I guess.


Then (sob) I cut up my beautiful map that took about an hour to draw (not that I'm bitter or anything, obviously), into six little pieces. They weren't all that little, because my map was huge- the size of our kitchen table, but anyway, it fit into the hollow stems when it was cut, and I then took them down into the woods, and hid them.


Obviously, they were easy to find, but that was better, because the kids could find them easyly. If I fancied being charming I'd say that the faces that they made when they saw the first one in the woods made it all worthwhile, but I'll just say that they were pretty good.




When they'd collected all the toadstools, fought over who could carry them and managed to get it all back to our garden with minimal ripping they put the pieces of the map together. On it were three crosses, and when they worked out that the house was the palace, and the lawn was the lawn (smart cookies, these kids.) they all sprinted to the marked places. The treasure was hung on poles, and wrapped in scarf things, in a bundle.


They contained a fairytae notebook, a pen and a gold box, holding a gold bean. This they took to the lawn and planted in pots, which they decorated with stickers. The magic beans got a bit of water, and then we went to 'grandmothers house'. They knocked on the door, and a grvely voice (my lovely friend lucy) asked if it was Red Riding hood, and then told them to go away when they said it wasnt. Ten we led them to 'Jack's Beanstalk. This was my favourite bit, by a long way.


Jack (My brother, bribed into helping.) and his cow (My dog, in a mask, also bribed.) climbed up the stalk to fetch a red cloak, which he gave to the birthday girl. She walked, (with her posse of friends) bcak to grandmothers house, where grandmother allowed her to come in. In the shed they saw a bath cap peeking out from behind blankets on the sofa bed, and picnic hampers. When they took the hampers, Lucy jumped out from under the blankets, with a wolf mask on, and chased them, screaming back onto the lawn. They ate their picnic, had cake, played pass the parcel on the rug, ate doughnuts from a string, and then got their party bags and went home.

Because me and my friend were being so very creative we decided to make the garden beautiful. This meant a lot of effort, balloons, and a ton of paper. I reckon it was worth it, but what do you think?





In general the party went remarkably well, I reckon,and my sister said it was 'best party she'd ever been to' and my brother wanted me to organise his party too , so that's pretty good. It was a lot of work,but worth it, I suppose.
Until next time
X




Sunday, 26 July 2015

An Update



I have been supremely busy lately, and I'm sorry. I'm just writing to let you know that I'm alive, that my hands do still connect to my brain intermitted, so I can occasionally write things that aren't shocking. I'm in France at the moment, and not only France, but the South of France no less. That means heat (thank the lord - I live in Britain, and hot days are about as common as seasons of Sherlock.) lots of pools and slight sunburn. France is particularly nice right now because of the contrast. Before we left I had Tempest performances, guitar exams, school exams, homework, a ton of trips and a karate competition, and now I'm free!

To celebrate the end of term, I've dip dyed, my hair red, which was kind of rash, but I love it. It makes me happy I guess, and I'm planning to cut it all off at the end of the summer, into a pixie cut (let me know what you think!). I used Live Colour XXL, which worked pretty well, and was quick and easy to use. The smell was nice too, although I wasn't particularly impressed with the staying power of it - it's faded to a reddish pink after only three days, but then again, I have been in the pool at least three times a day for those last three days, so you can't really blame the dye.

I passed my grade five guitar exam with a merit, which I was pretty relieved about, and which I found out while having a picnic with my friends, at school. (That was a massive success, and was my idea, which I was pretty proud about.) Anyway, happy holidays to all you guys,
Until next time
x

Tuesday, 7 July 2015

Paper Toadstools DIY


I am officially a GOOD PERSON. I know I am, because when ever I tell relatives what I've been doing for the past week they always say so, and praise me, and worship me and ll that jazz. I don't want to disappoint anyone, so I'll clarify and say I HAVEN'T saved any small children from fires, I HAVEN'T solved world hunger, and I HAVEN'T quite become president. (I may not be american, but it's still going to happen. It's a 1 in 10, 000,000 chance, and also happens to be  my destiny.) However, I have created a birthday party for my little sister, and I wasn't even payed. I used these toad stools for part of it, and I'll explain exactly how it worked in a few days. Here's how I did them:
You'll need:
Some white card
Some red card
Some glue (I ditched the PVA and moved to a glue gun, because I'm hard core, but if you're patient you can just use PVA.)
A pair of scissors

                                      
Start off by getting the red card, and cutting out a big circle. I suck at making circles, but it doesn't particularly matter how straight it is. Put a dot in the centre.


Cut a slit from the edge to the centre dot.


Using the slit, over lap the edges of it so it forms a really wide coney mushroom shape, and glue into place.


Now, take some white card, and roll it and glue. This is the stem, or stump, or stick, or whatever you call that bit of a mushroom.  (I'm not exactly a botanist, I'm sorry. Although I do like mushrooms.)


Press it until it drys - be patient, young grass hopper (sorry.Sometimes you just have to say wise things folks. It just comes to me all natural like.)


Cut out a base, and set it aside.


Now it's time for more circles (oh joy.). Cut a ton of these white card beauties - I did about thirty, because I made six toadstools, but five for each is about right. 


 Stick these onto the red cone.


Now take your stem thing, and get your base. I needed the stems to open, so I could put bits of map in the hollow centre (more on this later, I promise.), so I made a sort of hinge on both sides.


I then cut a slit for the loose hinge bit to slot into, which worked perfectly.


Stick the stem into the cone, using glue (I burnt myself here - don't be foolish peoples.) I was so happy with them, and I got a few pictures of all of them together:









There were six toadstools, and six seven and eight year olds - do you see where I'm going? They each got one to take home, that's what. These looked gorgeous in the wood, but again, I'll tell the whole story of Eliza's party soon. Pateince is a virtue. Follow me people, and let me know if you want to guest post or anything. My email is bibliofille13@gmail.com.
Until next time
x


Friday, 3 July 2015

A Day Out

Our school had an inset day a couple of weeks back. Imagine if you were getting married tomorrow. And you haven't planned the wedding. And you don't have a dress. And you don't know your finance's name. And that you realised this at about four  o clock in the morning. Then multiply that scene by 1200, which is the amount of people at our school, and you've almost got the sense of panic and pressure that appears whenever an inset is announces. It's unwritten law that you have to do something and that that something has to be fun, so much fun that it looks better than the queens coronation when it's being filmed for snapchat. You have to smile and laugh until your face hurts, and you have to enjoy it. This usually means that almost all of our school empties itself into Portsmouth, and in particular, Gunwarf Quays. 

Ice Cream at Scoops

This leads to some awkward chats with people that you know, but don't really want to talk to, which is extra annoying, because the likelihood is that they don't want to talk to you either because they want to have fun so others get jealous, so you're just stuck in a terrifying circle of forced politeness and silence, edging your way towards another shop, or toilet, or both. On this particular inset, a bae and I were particularly low on money, so we went shopping (obviously). This mostly consisted of having dares that we wrote on the train, and picking them out from bags at opportune times. It was ridiculously fun, I have to say, despite the fact that the part of Portsmouth that we went to isn't exactly beautiful, or a tourist attraction. I got some nice things though, including some jelly wedges that make my feet bleed, but make my legs look pretty good, so it's a fair price to pay, since I thought I was going to have to sell my soul to make me feel better about my legs.


My friend and I also talked loads, which ranged from gossip (obviously) to summer plans, which is when we came up with the summer bucket list, which I'll post soon. The people above are the ones responsible for making me go into fits of hysterical laughter. To be fair, the main reason I laughed was because we were ever so slightly following them, because they looked so cool, and we were jealous of their street style. We also managed to get LOADS of Lush testers totally free from a lovely Lush employee, and she was thinking the right thing, because I'm now a complete convert.



We ate pancakes for lunch, because we were feeling particularly healthy, and we ate at scoops, which sounds like it's purely an ice cream store, but apparently not, so that was a nice surprise.


We poepl watched for a while too, holding Costa coffees and trying to avoid another bunch of TPS kids who were wandering around aimlessly in Topshop. It was embarrassing, for some reason, but we also kind of wanted to follow them, although I'm not sure why. Maybe it was curiosity.


Overall, it was an amazing day, and we managed to prove that you don't need money to have fun at a shopping center. You learn something new every day. By the way, do you like my new template? Let me know, and also let me know if anyone wants to guest post, or anything. Follow me, my little penguins, and see you soon.
Until next time
x

Wednesday, 24 June 2015

Sisterhood world of Bloggers part Two

Ok, I'm back. Here are my questions for the second past of this post, which I didn't have time to do yesterday.  For these, I'm going to tag in +Jess Nolan +Jess W  +Bronwyn Ellis-Richards  and +Dandy Love. If anyone else wants to do it too, that would be amazing! Comment below to let me know you're doing it so I can read your post when it's done.

Here we go:

  1. Do you like tea? This is important. I am British. Say yes.
  2. Why am I your favourite person ever?
  3. Do you like Benedict Cumberbatch? Seriously. It's kind of a rhetorical question because there's only one answer
  4. What three things do you actually do with your time most? 
  5. Do you like Marmite? (This is a test, and there's only one answer to let you pass.
  6. What is the point of life? Like we're dying ever since we are conceived and then we just rot so I'm just pretty curious. Enlighten me.
  7. Tell us three things about you. One that you've never told anyone, one that we don't know, and one that's reeeally embarrassing.
  8. Who do you think the most important person in the world is? (Apart from me. Or just me.)
  9. What is the thing you: one, hate most about yourself, two hate most about one of your friends and three, hate most about the world? (You can do this with love instead if you're sickeningly sweet.)
  10. What are three things on your bucket list?
Well, I though this would be pretty hard, but turns out it's easy. I could do about a million more questions, because I want to know more about you guys, providing it's on my terms because I don't care about people's opinions if they aren't the same as mine. I live in a happy bubble. (Not really guys. It's always good having someone who's wrong to argue against.) Follow, like and comment please my babies, and let me know if you want to guest post, or even just have a look at your blog. I love catching up with new stuff, so yeah, let me know.
Until next time
x

Tuesday, 23 June 2015

Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award



Ok. I have been extremely neglectful of this dear blog for far too long now. The funny thing is, I have about a billion posts planned, but no time to do them in, which is pretty sad, for both me, and everyone else deprived of my thoughts.  One of the problems with me being so selfish is that I haven't fulfilled certain obligations - lie this post. This is the first post of this kind that I've ever done, so many thanks to the blogger who finally managed to get my butt into gear (Lois A, at http://lcalivin.blogspot.co.uk). This is an award (?) thingy I guess, like a tag on youtube. The rules are:

1. Answer the 10 questions that have been sent,and thank the blogger
2. Make up 10 of your own questions
3. Nominate other people to do it
4. Put the logo somewhere in your blog


I'm pretty sure I can manage it, so here are the questions that the gorgeous Lois A asked me:

Favourite band and song by them at the moment?
This is pretty tricky, but my newest favourite has to be McBusted. My friend has basically melted my brain away by singing one song on repeat for months, so I think I've been brainwashed into loving it too. It was either that or throw my self off a cliff, and people would miss me and I've got maths homework due in next Monday. My favourite song by them right now is Hate your guts (charming yeh?) because air guitar is just a tad too basic.

Last Ice cream flavour you had?
Shockingly, I don't actually like ice cream that much. I'm not sure why, although I think that might have something to do with childhood trauma (at my grandparents. Don't ask) I think the last I had was probably Fish Food from Ben and Jerrys, providing you're not counting yogurt and berry frozen mush that I had for supper.

What colour are your nails right now?
I can't describe. It's kind of mermaid colour, if that makes any sense. Shimmery white green silverish. It's quite a pretty colour, although not when it's mostly not on the actual nail (I'm very impatient when I'm waiting for it to dry.)

What is your favourite part of blogging?
Oooh. I like blogging for a lot of reasons, but I think my favourite bit is when it gets appreciated, like when I get another follower, or like, or my page views spike. That makes my day. Just sayin folks.

Do you know what you want to do for a career?
Um. Yes actually. I want to be a spy. Because I read Alex Rider, and haveNever been the same since. You may thin it's foolish, but lets be honest, you'd be hella jealous if I made it; it's just that cool a job.

Name 5 things that make you smile:
Ok. One, a new season of Sherlock.Two, Sun (I live in Britain)Three, when one of my favourite characters gets with someone I ship. Four, when I have some spare time time to waste, Five, when I see perfection, whether in the form of a person (cough cough Benedict Cumberbatch) lined up colour pencils or a tidy room. I think I've smiled once in the last three years.

3 Things I love about myself:
Well, at least this one's easy. One, I'm talented at everything that I do, Two, I'm unbelievably creative. Three, I am incredibly modest. The list goes on.

Favourite theme park?
Are you kidding? Disney land, of course! I got a selfie with Minnie Mouse and Tigger, even though I had to crush a few small children to reach them. I want to go again - I only went to EuroDisney, which was still amazing, and I want to stay for longer than one miserable day. No, scratch that, I want to live there. Maybe the Disney princesses are recruiting. Or maybe I could be Eeyore.

The one blogpost you've always wanted to do, but haven't for some reason?
I don't really have one to be honest. There re a few that I haven't had time for yet, like a wall collage tutorial, a catch up post, my favourite things on the web this month, a healthy lunch collab, a box tutorial, aeroplane decoration and last but not least, an account of my sister fairytale party, next Sunday. Maybe tommorrow.

What TV show are you obsessed with at the moment?
Oh god. This is embarrassing. Along with all my usuals, I have to admit that I'm addicted to Britain's next top model at the moment. It's awful, but I can't stop watching. They're just so fake, but so amazing too. It's worse/better than big brother and I'm a Celeb put together.

I don't have time (yet again!) to finish this post today, as in do my own questions and choose Bloggers, but I'll do it tomorrow. If you'd like to be tagged in then let me know and I'll choose you too, and let me know if you want to guest post too.

Until next time
x

Wednesday, 17 June 2015

Reasons Why I Can't Adult, Starring the Fabulous Jess Nolan.

Fond of writing, blogging and baking Jess is pretty much the weirdest human being you will ever meet. If you would like to experience her weirdness first hand, visit her blog, Mirth Box, and let her know you visited. She's sure to greet you in the creepiest manner possible. http://mirth-box.blogspot.co.uk/ 




Hello there new friends. Or maybe old friends. You know, if you read my blog. Now…I’m going to be honest. I’ve never guest posted before (I KNOW RIGHT I’M SO WISE) and therefore I’m a little nervous. I’m away from home (the Mirth Box) and I’m visiting this new home (this gorgeous blog) and even though it’s pretty and it smells nice and there are cookies, I am still feeling a little edge.

But not on edge enough for spontaneous bowel evacuation. That’s weird…

Anyway, I’m probably not the best person to ask about being an adult. I mean, I’m nineteen so technically speaking I am an adult (by law at least…not in terms of my mental capacity or anything) and so here are some reasons for why I find myself unable to ‘adult’.

Yes. I used the word ‘adult’ as a verb.  I think.

I can pick when I go to bed…
…and this freaks me out. Like, it’s probably the smallest of responsibilities. One I was quite eager to take charge of when I was four.

Me at four years old: ‘I don’t wanna go to bed. I don’t wannnaaaa’
My parents: ‘Jess. You have to go to sleep. Die Hard isn’t appropriate for four year olds. I am taking you up to bed and you will go to sleep’
Me at four years old: ‘Hoe, don’t do it’
My parents: *Makes me go to bed*
Me at four years old: ‘Oh my god’.

Ok. So maybe it didn’t happen like that. But still. A bedtime routine is a little too much for me to handle at this point. I just can’t handle it. I JUST CAN’T EVEN.

I have a debit card, but I don’t use it to pay for stuff…
…I prefer to withdraw cash. I’m a total weirdo. Seriously. I mean, besides the fact that where I live, most cash machines don’t work and are in a constant state of hibernation. But still. You would think that when I go through the self-checkouts at work I would use my card. But nope. There’s me. Tongue out in total concentration. Poking around my purse for a ten pence piece to make sure I give the exact change.

I mean, I guess I’m good there.

I don’t have an alarm in the mornings
I am under the impression that most responsible people who are able to adult in a normal way have an alarm (and also eat sushi regularly and drink green tea and don’t shriek at the sight of spiders). But I don’t. I mean, I have about two set (that’s a lie, there are nine) all ranging from 5:30 AM to 8:00AM with the most stupid names. The best of which are:

Get up you dirty stinking leper. Sweet baby Jesus, Becky wants to get up!

Or

Up. UP. AND AWAAAAY

Or

Get up, lazy

See? WHOLE lotta weird.

I don’t fulfil wishes for the day
If I was a Sim, I wouldn’t be very happy. Because Sims get happiness from completing wishes.

Do you know NOTHING?

But still. I will wake up, maybe on a day off or maybe where I’m on a 2-10 shift and I’ll be like: Today I want to write some blog posts, maybe add to the chapter I’m working on, organise my wardrobe (again), make cookies, shower, maybe exercise for a while, read…

Um. No. Usually, what happens is none of that. I am a stinky, sedentary, talentless imbecile craving cookies and internetting for five hours straight. I feel very unfulfilled.   

But at least I got to look at pictures of cats.

I cycle everywhere
This is probably because I haven’t passed my driving test. But seriously. I really dislike walking. Not to the point where if I have to pee, I will wet myself before walking to the loo. But I just mean that I hate walking to work. I would rather cycle. So my hair gets all messy and I probably end up getting really stinky.

That’s not true though…well, not completely anyway.

I can say no to stuff I don’t want to do…
But I usually just say yes. Maybe I just have an uncontrollable urge to please people. Maybe I am a pushover (DON’T CALL ME A PUSHOVER!). Maybe there is just something wrong with that slither of gunky stuff that sits in my head (I like to call it my brain, if you’re interested).

But as an adult if I don’t want to do something, technically speaking I don’t have to. Don’t wanna clean my room?

Don’t got to.

Don’t wanna eat something healthy for dinner (as opposed to cake).

Nah, it’s a free country. Eat cake.

Don’t wanna wear pants?

You don’t have to…but it’s advisable.

But I end up doing all of these things in a normal way. Because I say yes. Because I am silly.


Ok. Dribble post over. I apologise for the rant-like nature of it. I can’t help it. I see lots of people on a daily basis being a normal adult and doing all of the things that make me feel weird. But I can’t do it myself. I am incapable.

Becoming an adult should come with a warning:

Warning: Adulthood is approaching. You will be granted permission to do anything you would like (pretty much). However, it’s very much like being hurled from a cannon at twelve thousand miles per hour till you begin burning up and then remember you have no parachute and you’re pretty much falling with no safety net and it’s scary. Therefore, it’s advisable that you:

#1 wear pants and socks
#2 eat food
#3 don’t cry too much

Ok I am definitely off now. It’s ok Mirth Box. I’M COMING HOME BABY.

Lots of love and leaves. Thanks for listening to me.

Jess