Sunday, 7 October 2018

A Day Off: Decluttering My Makeup Collection

One thing that I've been meaning to do for a long time is sort out my makeup collection. From about the age of seventeen, I've built a massive makeup collection, and some of those products that I bought all those years ago have just been sitting in a corner of my room for the vast majority of that time, unused and unloved. Today, that has changed, and I've ended up sorting most of my makeup into three piles: the stuff I'm throwing away because it's old, has gone off or is otherwise unusable; the stuff that I will never use again but is still in a good enough condition to donate, give away or sell; and the stuff that I am keeping and will continue to use. It's taken most of this afternoon to accomplish and I had to stop halfway through for a coffee break and a natter with my mum, but I've accomplished it nevertheless, and I feel much better for it. Now to review all that I've done today, which involves taking a trip down Makeup Memory Lane.

Look at how out of control my collection is! I had to mentally prepare myself for today's clear-out.

Eyeliner was one of the first makeup products that I remember getting into, especially coloured eyeliner that would provide a pop of colour on the lower lash line on boring makeup days. I didn't master the art of liquid eyeliner until years after I started developing my makeup skills, not that I'm even that skilled when it comes to makeup now! But these eyeliners that are pictured above are ones that have been hanging around, unused, in my collection for far too long. Since I rarely use colourful eyeliner anymore, these have all dried out or hardened, so they have to be thrown out. However, I'm keeping my brown No. 7 eyeliners that are still creamy and which I will still hopefully get some use out of now that I've swatched them and rediscovered how nice they are!

Going through your massive makeup collection inevitably involves a few 'Wait...why is this still here?' moments, and this Maybelline Vivid Matte Liquid Lipstick brought out one of those moments in me. I only tried this out a couple of times after buying it because I was desperate for a bright orange lip colour, and it didn't once dry down to a matte finish. Upon finding it at the bottom of my makeup box, I noticed that some of the ingredients had separated, so it immediately went into the 'to be binned' pile because it had started to look icky. Now that I've tried liquid lipsticks that perform incredibly well on my lips, I have no place for products like this that don't work for me.

This lipstick is one that I'm keeping around. When Maybelline get it right with their lipsticks, they get it RIGHT, and this was a go-to for me when I was getting ready for a night out during my uni days because it's just the most gorgeous shade of deep red. Plus the name rhymes, so the poet in me adores that!

This is one of those Makeup Revolution palettes that I desperately wanted back in the day, but ended up using very little once I actually got it because it's a palette full of shimmers with only a couple of mattes thrown in. The peachy matte shade (which honestly isn't very good) has been completely worn down after my many, many attempts to use it as a base. Today, I swatched a few of the shimmers from the Eyes Like Angels palette, and they were surprisingly pretty. However, this palette is one that I will probably never use again simply because it's not the sort of palette you can create a whole look with. I'll find a way to pass this slightly-used palette on to somebody who will actually use it and love it.

Fortune Favours The Brave was such a raved-about palette that I just had to get it. Of course, this was before Makeup Revolution were putting out collabs left, right and centre, so this was a big deal when it came out. I haven't used it in a long time, but clearly, I've loved it and used it so much that it now looks an absolute mess. Those transition and base shades are among the few shades I've ever used that I've hit pan on, and for good reason. This palette was the bomb, and I created so many looks with this. I'm sad to see it go, to be honest, but the handy little brush will remain with me. I have a thing for double-ended brushes, I guess.

Ah yes, my biggest makeup product regret. I bought this huge 120-shade palette because I saw a deal for it on Groupon, and I have barely used it since I bought it because the vast majority of these shades are straight-up AWFUL. I assume that it's at least better than the version of this palette that contains nothing but nude shades. If you can't create a palette with 120 unique eyeshadow shades when using literally every colour in the spectrum, there is no way that a palette that size can be made of nude colours without repeating many many MANY of the colours. Also, if you're going to blatantly rip off other brands (Laroc? Really?) then at least make sure that your products are good enough that people don't see the glaring problems with your branding. I'm sure someone somewhere will like this, but this just ain't my thing. I will never ever use this again, and the sooner I can get this clunky waste of space out of my bedroom, the better.

When I first got into the Makeup Revolution hype, I was super excited to try this colourful palette. I had never used a bright red shade on my eyes before, and I've been in love with red and orange shadows ever since, so I can at least thank this palette for that. However, when I compare this palette to the brighter palettes that I now own, I have to accept that the quality of this one was never exactly extraordinary. I feel like, when people first start to get into makeup, there is a tendency to buy cheaper makeup items and try to make them work, no matter how bad the formula or quality may be. At least, I feel like this was the case for me when I really started experimenting with my look. I tried to find ways that I could use the neon yellow shade that I've pointed to in the photo above and make it look as bright on my eye as it did in the pan. This could be seen as either a good approach to products (always trying to make the best of bad products and believing that any makeup product can work if you try hard enough) or a bad approach (making excuses for bad products instead of immediately dismissing them and moving on), but one thing is for sure: this palette will not be remaining in my collection because I'm done trying to make this old formula work, especially now that I know what a good formula can do for my makeup.

The number of samey lipsticks I have is due to the amount of Makeup Revolution advent calendars I have had over the years, and since there are so many of these lippies that I have hardly ever (or never) used, it would be a waste to keep them sitting around in my makeup box when they perform reasonably well and someone else could make good use of them. There are highlighters in this pile, also from those advent calendars, that are too dark for my skin tone but which would work beautifully on someone with a darker skin colour. The other items in the above photo are products which are either lightly used or have never been touched and which would be better off in somebody else's hands, so I will find a way to pass them on.

It was inevitable that I would have to throw some of my old makeup away, but I had no idea that there was this much that needed to be chucked. This is all the stuff that is now unusable and unsellable, stuff that is old and dried up and just a bit too 'off' and unsanitary to give away to somebody else. The only reason that this pile looks so big and wasteful is because I have never before given my makeup collection a thorough clear-out, and next time, I will not leave it so late to give away a product that I don't want. I won't leave a product that I don't like to sit around in my room until it goes off. 

On the plus side, my makeup boxes look so much neater and less cluttered in the above photo than they do in the first photo in this post. I feel the same satisfaction that I felt after I cleared out my wardrobe. Only my favourite items, the best of the best, remain in my collection, and I've even rediscovered some old favourites and some products that I'd love to try out again or use more often. I'm looking forward to my next day off when I can do my makeup with some of the products that I have unearthed today!


Thursday, 4 October 2018

National Poetry Day 2018

It wouldn't be right if I didn't say a quick few words about National Poetry Day. I know that there is pretty much a day for everything, but it surprises and delights me that there is a day set aside simply to celebrate poetry.

I should confess right now that I have not actually written a poem today. I haven't written any poetry in a while, come to that, and yet I still consider myself a poet, even now that my writing habits are becoming more sparse and any poems from me are few and far between. Poetry remains a very important art form to me, and it always pulls me back in, one way or another. Hopefully it won't be long before I am in the right mindset and have the free time and inspiration to start writing again. At a time like this, poems should come easily. It's October, a great month that begins with my birthday and ends with Halloween, with the changing of leaves and the chilling of the air in between. Autumn is always such a wonderful time for writing poetry in a way that the other seasons aren't.

But I digress. Poetry is a medium of endless possibilities, and I feel like there is so much that I have yet to explore. Luckily, I have a lifetime to experiment and play around with the written word, and I have a lifetime to pour my petty little feelings out onto the page and throw myself a little pity party whenever I want to. Poetry won't judge me for feeling jealousy or guilt or lust or anger. It won't tell me that I'm wrong because, with poetry, anything goes. That's both what amazes me and scares me about poetry: there is no wrong way to do it. Yes, everyone has their own opinions about poetry and what 'real poetry' is, but ultimately, there are very few rules. It's like art. If you visit a modern art museum with a cynic who doesn't understand the nuances of art, they will point out everything that they believe is wrong with the pieces, and they will always always ALWAYS use the phrase, 'I could do that'. But, no matter what they think, it's still art, whether or not it resembles it. It still means something to someone, and there is an artist behind the piece who put time and effort into it so that like-minded people would see it and understand. The same is true of poetry: a poetry cynic can read a poem and claim that it's nonsense and that they could do better, but that doesn't detract from the fact that it is still a poem. There are poems that exist that I don't think should count as poems, but does that make them any less poetic? No, because those poems mean something to someone, and art is important.

On the subject of art being important, this probably links back to the main reason that, were I ever to pursue teaching, I would be determined to run a creative writing club or to teach poetry in my classes. Writing poetry is such a therapeutic way of talking out your own feelings, regardless of whether your feelings are logical or irrational. I've written poem after poem about jealousy, an emotion that I hate to feel, in an attempt to figure out why I felt the way that I did, and although sometimes I couldn't find the source, just writing down how I was feeling in a creative way helped me rationalise the emotions. The feelings took on a form. I gave them life and a space to prove themselves. Poetry is such a powerful way to express emotions that you've had bottled up inside that I'd encourage anybody to try it, even if it makes you feel silly or you're not all that creative or you've never written a poem before in your life. Once you find the right words, your poem will not sound silly. Poetry can be as artsy and creative or as straightforward and blunt as you would like. If you have never written a poem in your life, it's never too late to start. Maybe it would be a good idea to encourage children in my care (again, IF I were to ever pursue a career in teaching) to express themselves through poetry, because poetry reminds us that our feelings are valid and that even the most negative feelings can be turned into something beautiful.

Okay, that's enough for now. Happy National Poetry Day, everyone! I'm going to read some poetry before bed tonight, and I might see if I can write a little rhyming something in recognition of today. Hopefully, inspiration will strike right before I go to sleep like it used to, forcing me to roll out of bed and write it down. Good times.

Friday, 28 September 2018

A Day Off: The Road To Recovery & Thinking About The Future

The only word that I can really use to describe today is 'interesting', and I know (ironically) that that's not the most interesting word to use to describe it, but it's the only one that comes to mind. I can't remember the last time that I managed to cram so much into one of my days off. Objectively, it may not seem like I've done much, but today feels like it's been monumental. This is the first time I've felt like writing in a while, so I'd quite like to document the day that has made such an impact on me.
  • It was an early start for me today since I had to call the doctors' practice at 8am to get an on-the-day appointment to speak to a professional about my mental health. Mum and I sat on our phones, calling and calling and calling until, finally, Mum got through to the receptionist and nabbed us an appointment for 9:40am.
  • Mum managed to dive out of work to come with me to meet with the doctor, and I'm incredibly grateful and glad that she was there to fill in the blanks in my explanations, to lend me a tissue when I got emotional, and to just be a pillar of support for me. Have I ever mentioned how lucky I am to have such a great mum? Because I really am. The doctor was so lovely with me, laying everything out logically and making sense of my feelings without sounding condescending towards the clueless and scared twenty-one-year-old sobbing in front of him, and the session ended with him writing me a prescription.
  • After Mum dropped me off back at home, it was straight back out with Dad for a spot of breakfast and a mooch around the shops, where I bought a bright new jumper (pictured above) and a floral jumpsuit in the New Look sale. He made sure that I was okay after opening up about my feelings that morning. Have I ever mentioned how lucky I am to have such a great dad? Because I really am. 
  • In the afternoon, I took a thirty-minute creative writing club with some kids at the local primary school where my mum works. It's hard to get an awful lot of writing done in half an hour, but the girls were enthusiastic and bursting with some very creative ideas. I've been in to do creative writing with them before, and it turned out just as fun this time as it was last time, despite how nervous I was beforehand. I hope I'll get to go back again soon!
  • Once Mum was home from work, we took another trip into town to chat over coffee. I can't say my folks don't treat me well, can I? I picked up my prescription so that I'll be ready to start on it tomorrow, and then we took another wee look around the shops, picking up a few necessities as well as gathering some more birthday presents for my best friend. Just caught sight of a few things that I hope she'll love!
  • This evening, I've booked a weekend away in Dundee - staying two nights this time instead of one - and I've actually sat down and written this blog post, which these days is a rarity.
So, that's been my day. Interwoven between these events were discussions of what the future holds for me, including the road to recovery which I began today and whether or not I might go into teaching in the future. I have a lot of conflicting views about going into teaching. On the one hand, I can think of dozens of pros including getting to impart words of wisdom upon the children in my care (therefore doing something productive with my life), buying plenty of new stationery, and updating my wardrobe to include more teacher-y items, but the cons keep getting in the way: the pressure of being a reliable role model, the fear that I will fail the kids in my care, the worry that it's not really what I want to do but simply what people have tricked me into believing I should be doing with my English degree. I've still got a lot of thinking to do about where I'm heading, but for now, I just know that I'm feeling more optimistic about the near future. Even the little things that are coming up like next week's haircut, an event at a local art gallery, a taster art class, and my trip to Dundee at the tail end of October are making me look forward to the coming weeks. I could launch into a long rambling speech here about small victories and taking each day as it comes and how I hope the next few weeks will turn out as I try to turn things around, but I've already discussed these things so extensively today with those around me that I'd rather not repeat anything here, at least not just yet.

The usual stuff still stands, though. If you're struggling, speak out. If you need help, seek it. You matter, you are loved, and there is nothing so big that you cannot overcome it. Onwards and upwards from here. Let's see what this next week brings!

Sunday, 16 September 2018

A Day Off: Mini Aberdeen Haul

After the week of hard work that I've had, a day off was badly needed. My mum and I had plans to go to Dundee which unfortunately fell through, but we ended up spending the day together in Aberdeen instead, and a wee shopping spree is always appreciated, especially somewhere like Aberdeen where there are four shopping centres within walking distance from one another. I may have exercised some self-restraint while shopping with my mother and not bought as much as I would have done had I been on my own (the last time I went shopping alone, I ended up with an almost shameful amount of stuff), but I still picked up some useful things. In the spirit of writing a little something every day, whether I share it online or not, I thought a summary of my day was in order, so here are the little bits that I picked up in town today.

Beauty-wise, I only actually picked up two items, and if that's not self-restraint then I don't know what is. This Purifying Charcoal Mask by Quick Fix Facials that's pictured below was one that I found in TKMaxx when I ran inside to see what high-end makeup they were giving away for ridiculously cheap prices, and, remembering how good their Anti-Blemish Mud Mask had been when I used it on my breakout-prone skin all those years ago, I thought I would give this one a go. After taking a look at the ingredients list, it seems like I made a good decision: charcoal to deep-clean pores, dragonfruit containing Vitamin C to illuminate skin and make it look healthier, and cinnamon with its antiseptic properties. My current favourite face wash is a charcoal one since it's an ingredient that does such a fantastic job of clearing the skin, and a face mask with charcoal as one of its main ingredients will hopefully also be of use to me and my oily skin. 

I also dragged my mum into Primark today with the intention of looking at their new makeup products (much to her dismay since she wrongly believes that I have too much makeup, and there is no such thing as 'too much makeup'), but I ended up only leaving with one makeup item that I picked up while waiting in the queue at the checkouts. I had meant to check out Primark's new mascaras after watching SophDoesNails' recent Primark makeup haul video in which she tried out two mascaras but only really liked one of them. I couldn't remember for the life of me which one she mentioned that she liked, so I picked this one out as an impulse buy just in case. Mind you, for only £2, I won't exactly lose sleep if the waterproof Aqua Lash mascara that I picked up doesn't perform all that well. 

The reason that I was standing in the queue in Primark in the first place was because I had spotted something delightful in the homewear section. Below is a photo of it looking very bright but also very at home on my bed, and it is of course that lovely Hufflepuff cushion. Pros: it's sunny and colourful, it's a great symbol of house pride for a proud Hufflepuff like myself, and it only cost me £8. Cons: absolutely nothing. It's the sort of home accessory that I would use to decorate my own place if I had one, and I can't wait to see how it fits in with the decor when I finally get a flat of my own. 

Returning to TKMaxx for a moment, I managed to find another item in there that hopefully will benefit me in the next few weeks. I'm going through a bit of an anxious spell as my last week of shifts at work have proven to me, and it wasn't until I saw these aromatherapy oils looking at me from a shelf that I considered that it might be beneficial to experiment with them to see if they help at all. These ones are specifically tailored to calm and ease anxious minds, and the set includes three types of pulse point roller ball oils named 'Pause' (orange and coriander), 'Comfort' (bergamot, orange, ginger lily and ylang ylang) and 'Support' (frankincense, cedar and peppermint). I've given them all a sniff, and they all smell calming and comforting to me, so I'm looking forward to carrying them with me in my bag so I can use them during stressful work shifts or whenever I feel myself getting jittery or panicked. 

But the star of today's show has to be this gorgeous yellow raincoat that I bought in the Marks & Spencer sale. All summer, I've had it in the back of my mind that I should add a bright anorak to my collection, especially since I've seen plenty of people wearing bright yellow coats over the summer. They're eye-catching, cute, and add a touch of colour and sunshine to a rainy day, and so I was delighted to find a raincoat of such good quality at a discounted price. Finally, I can say that I own a bright yellow coat, and hopefully it'll keep me dry and optimistic during the autumn and even the rainy spells during the spring and summer next year. The only downside of this coat? I only realised after I bought it that it looks pretty much exactly the same as the raincoat that appears on the poster for the movie 'It'. I had been wracking my brains trying to remember why I recognised the coat before I went to the checkout, but convinced myself that I was just imagining things. Maybe this means that spooky things will start happening to me whenever I wear it. I can't speak to the accuracy of that since I've never seen the movie or read the book, but I just hope that there are no incidents involving creepy clowns in my future, especially with Halloween approaching. 


Monday, 10 September 2018

World Suicide Prevention Day

This post won't be a long one. I just had to write a little something on the blog today because I've been so stuck for things to write for a long time, but now, I feel like it's time for some feelings to come to the surface. 

I've been finding it so hard to put how I've been feeling into words that I have several unfinished posts in my drafts in which I've tried to explain everything and failed each time. I'll just keep this one short and say that I've been feeling unhappy, unfulfilled and lethargic. I'm in an awkward place where I feel as though I certainly don't want to die, but I also don't really want to live because I'm not satisfied with my life right now, and I don't know where to start with changing things. I'm not sure how to deal with something like that, and I've seen it manifest itself in weird ways over these last few weeks. 

I'm nervous about writing this because I've already been on a bit of a deleting spree after tweeting about my feelings a day or two ago and regretting it, but I'm determined to put this out there because talking about mental health is so important, and I feel that by putting this into words at long last, it'll make me feel a little more sane, and also will remind me that I'm not alone. I shouldn't be afraid to put this out there, because I feel like speaking my truth is more important than how others view me. It's made my heart grow three sizes seeing people tweeting about World Suicide Prevention Day and especially seeing the Instagram poetry community out in full force, writing their messages of encouragement, hope, and affirmation. 

Which brings me to the main point of this post. For a long time now, I've been stuck for subjects for poetry, and I've had no energy or motivation to write, but today, I came across a little challenge on Instagram started by the user @throughrosecoloredeyes. The challenge is to write a poem inspired by the prompt '13 reasons why I stay', encouraging people to write about the ways in which life is worth living and the reasons that they stay alive. Having been swamped with negative thoughts over the last wee while, it was almost cathartic to remember that there is a lot of positivity in this world, and there is plenty to live for, even when I don't think there is.

I'm lucky that I have understanding friends and family as well as a wonderful hypnotherapist who all try to help me out when I'm feeling low and slipping back into a negative mindset. Not everybody has the same luxury, but everybody should remember that they are loved and that they have a place in this world, no matter who they are. It's also more important than ever to be kind towards others because you never truly understand what is going on in someone's head. Somebody could seem perfectly fine on the surface, but could be crushingly depressed on the inside. Mental illness cannot always be seen, it doesn't discriminate, and it should not be such a taboo subject. When people find it difficult to speak out when they are struggling, it often pushes them further into the dark. Talking about these things and bringing them into the light is one of the best things we can do as a society. 

From now on, I'll be making more of an effort to check up on my friends and loved ones, and I encourage everybody reading this to do the same. Even people who seem like they have it all and are doing fine may just be putting on a brave face or pretending because they think that they won't be taken seriously if they speak up. It's okay to say something if you need help. Talk to someone you trust. Call a helpline. Make an appointment with a therapist or a counsellor. Remember that you are an essential part of this world and that you have every reason to be here today, tomorrow, and every day after the fact. There are so many things in this world worth living for. Look for them, and drink them all in.

Below is my '13 reasons why I stay' list poem. The full photos are on my Instagram if the writing is a little difficult to read here. If you're currently in a dark place - especially if you're a creative writer who is feeling stuck and lost because of it - I encourage you to write your own. It's not easy, but it's certainly helped me today. 


Thursday, 30 August 2018

My New York Diary: The Stuff I Brought Back

Shall we end the 'My New York Diary' mini-series with a little bit of showing off? I bought some lovely things while I was over in the States, things that will forever remind me of what it was like to be in New York City. So, here we go. Here are all the new additions that made it into my suitcase on the way home from America.

Let's start this list on a weird one. On the first night that we were in New York, the night that we walked out to Times Square to get our bearings and get our first glimpses of the city, a guy randomly gave us his mixtape, or rather, a signed CD. I'm guessing he's not a fan of Soundcloud, and likes to do things the old-fashioned way. As bizarre as it was to have a stranger wander up to us and just hand over a CD, it was an interesting start to the holiday. Will I ever listen to it? Who knows? My dad even asked me after we'd walked away if I still own a CD player, and luckily, I do. I'll let you guys know if it's any good if I ever feel the urge to give it a listen.

And now, the more serious stuff. The National September 11th Museum was probably the experience that will stay with me the longest, and it was the place where I felt most inclined to pick up some souvenirs that will hopefully stay with me and retain those memories for years to come. The first is this notebook with the slogan 'Love is stronger than hate' printed across the front, which immediately grabbed my attention, and not only because I'm a sucker for notebooks. It's heavy and dense, something that feels like it will last a long time, plus it's as bold and powerful as the message that it's conveying. I'm so happy that this is now a part of my notebook collection, so that among all the silly slogans and bright colours, there is something a little more sobering and important.

I'm not usually the kind of person who opts for wristbands when it comes to souvenirs, but this blue one pictured below was too good to turn down. 'United by hope' was a slogan that struck me as both a positive and melancholy message, and the fact that three words could instantly make me feel so much made me fall in love with this little strip of rubber. I wore the band every day of the holiday as a comfortable little reminder that there is still hope in the world, and that, as terrible as things can seem at times, all is not yet lost. The white band is one that we got for free with our purchases in the gift shop. It's a little simpler than the blue one, and I haven't actually worn it yet. I'm sure I will one day, but until then, the blue one is my favourite.

But it wasn't only profound, meaningful memorabilia that I picked up across the pond. Some of the things that came back with me only made their way into my bag because I'm a total hoarder. For example, the wash bag that I was given when we got onto our Heathrow-to-JFK flight and settled down in Business Class. This cute little pouch contained plenty of things that would come in handy on a plane and not many places besides. I'm sure I'll find a use for the earplugs and grey socks and the tiny toothpaste one day, but until then, these are just a nice reminder of our great flight at the start of our holiday. 

And what sort of holidaymaker would I be if I didn't take the complimentary soaps from the hotel room? As with the British Airways wash bag, I'm not sure if/when I'll ever use these, but I'm sure there'll come a time. They smell lovely, so maybe that will encourage me to use them at some point!

Here, we get into the stuff that I'm most excited about. On Day 4 in New York, I managed to pick up a Fenty Beauty lipstick in Sephora. It was a hasty decision as to which Mattemoiselle lippy I was going to pick up since they were all GORGEOUS and we were short on time, but since I'm going through a bit of a nude lipstick phase at the moment, I went for the warm-toned nude shade 'S1ngle'. And I'm in love. The colour, the finish, the packaging...everything is so beautiful. As you can tell by the second photo below, I've worn it a couple of times since we've been home, and I'm in love with how effortlessly it glides on and how well it wears. The colour is also a perfect match for me, showing up on my pale complexion as a slightly darker nude, making me feel very 90s. Definitely worth it!

But as hyped as I am about my new Fenty lipstick, the purchase that I'm most excited about is, of course, the one I made in the Tiffany store on Fifth Avenue. As I've mentioned before, I wasn't set on buying anything from there until we actually got inside. The store was so beautiful that there was no way that I was going to leave empty-handed, and I didn't. I left with a little blue box inside a little blue bag.

The earrings that I picked up are very simple, very elegant, and made of sterling silver. I asked at first if they had anything in the shape of an ampersand (the name 'Tiffany & Co.' obviously features one, and they feature heavily in the store decor), but they didn't. They did, however, have these ones in the shape of the infinity symbol. I remember reading once about how an ampersand 'represents a broken infinity' but also means that there is always an 'and', always something else still to come. It was that resemblance between the two that clinched the deal for me, and I ended up with this gorgeous pair of earrings that I have worn pretty much every day since I got home from our holiday.

I should of course note that these earrings were paid for with the money that my grandparents had given me as a graduation present. They had given me some cash in the hopes that I would buy myself something special in New York, and I hope that I delivered on my part. I'm so grateful that I had the chance to buy a special something from one of the most famous stores in one of the most famous cities in the world. 

And with that, the New York posts are over! Took me long enough to get them all out, but hopefully they've been worth it! It was the holiday of a lifetime, and even though we were only there for four days, those four days are packed full of amazing memories and will stay with me for years and years to come. I've thoroughly enjoyed documenting them all on here, and I'm sure that looking back through these posts in the future will help me to remember the fantastic time I had. 

Friday, 24 August 2018

My New York Diary: Day 4

Day 4: Coming Home

We had reached the last day of our holiday, but we were not ready to give up on New York just yet. It was the only day that we set out with a destination in mind for breakfast: Pershing Square, a restaurant under the Park Avenue Viaduct a few blocks from our hotel. My parents had been there for breakfast on their previous New York visit, and they tell me that, when they had caught their first glimpse of it, there had been a sign outside proclaiming that they served 'the best breakfast in New York'. There was no such sign there this time (had they been dethroned?) but we went in all the same. And I am so glad that we did. While we decided what to order, we saw other meals being taken out to customers at neighbouring tables, and every single serving looked ENORMOUS. I decided on brioche French toast with maple syrup and bacon, and a pot of warming cinnamon tea.

Look at the size of that serving! Plus it was probably the crispiest smokey bacon I have ever had, and I doubt I'll ever eat bacon the same way again. I feel like my most vivid memories of New York are all food-related. I'm pretty sure that that's not a good thing.

After breakfast, it was time to head back to the hotel and pack our bags. We spent the last hour or so combing every inch of the room, making sure we left nothing behind, as well as taking our last photos of the view beyond the window. I would miss that view, but I would be lying if I said I would miss the height. Knowing that we were so high off the ground had been making me dizzy, and my brain was tricking me into thinking that the building was blowing in the wind, so even when I was lying down in bed, I felt like I was on a boat. I'm 99% sure that it was all in my head, but still.

Once we had checked out of our rooms and left our bags in luggage storage, we set out to do a spot of shopping, another aspect of the New York trip that I had been looking forward to. We walked up Fifth Avenue until we reached Tiffany & Co. just before it opened at midday, and we waited outside alongside many other eager shoppers until the doors opened.

Although I had been curious to see the Tiffany store and simply to walk around, I couldn't have imagined how beautiful it would actually be. I hadn't even planned on spending my money on expensive jewellery since a cheap pair of earrings from New Look will satisfy me just fine. However, once we were inside and browsing the contents of the glass cases, I knew that I couldn't leave empty-handed. If you are a jewellery fanatic who is on holiday in New York and has some extra cash to spend, it seems only natural to get yourself something timeless from the iconic store. As tempted as I was by the adorable Tiffany x Steiff teddy bears (way out of my price range, but something that I would have bought in an instant if I had had the funds) and the Tiffany-blue pen, I ended up getting a pair of earrings, which I will show off proudly in my next (and probably final) New York post, in which I will just talk about my final thoughts and my lovely souvenirs. I can safely say that they are among the most elegant and beautiful earrings that I own, and I've worn them almost every day since I've been home.

We spent most of the day browsing the shops on Fifth Avenue, although our time was limited since we had spent so much of it in Tiffany & Co. No regrets. The only other store that I was dead-set on visiting was Sephora, a store that we don't have here in the UK and which also stocks Fenty Beauty. After months of having the brand hyped up on social media, I was desperate to try out the products in person, so I spent the ten minutes that I had in Sephora swatching every Fenty lipstick that caught my eye. They were so beautiful that there was no way I was going to leave empty-handed, so I shelled out $18 on a new lippy. As with the earrings, I'll show it off in my next post, but rest assured that it's stunning.

After a quick dive into a pharmacy to pick up anti-sickness tablets (I was getting nervous about the flight home and felt like I needed some stronger meds) and a hasty trip to Shake Shack, we made our way back to the hotel for the last time to change into comfy clothes for the long haul flight. To our surprise, we had the same driver waiting to take us to the airport that we had had when we first arrived in New York, and he asked us about our trip. He was amazed that we had walked everywhere and had not at any point taken the subway or rode in a taxi. Gave me a weird sense of pride, if I'm honest.

Our journey through the airport was relatively quick, and we had some time to browse the disappointingly small (if I'm honest!) selection of duty-free shops before spending some time in the much lovelier airport lounge. I was hungry enough to load up on carbs before the flight, but I also caught myself stressing about a seven-hour journey to Heathrow.

Eventually, we made it onto the plane. We took our seats in Premium Economy (comfy chairs with more legroom than in Economy - result!) and settled in for the overnight flight. Dinner consisted of tomato and mozzarella, chicken and herbs, and a square of chocolate cake - very tasty but not quite as photogenic as the meals in Business Class, hence the lack of photos. The flight itself was actually very comfortable, especially since the cabin was dark and quiet to allow everybody to get some sleep. I may not actually have slept, but then again, I hardly ever sleep on any mode of transport.

We arrived back into the UK at about 8am on Monday local time, and this is where things start to take a turn for the worse for me. Tired and dehydrated, I went into a panic before the plane bound for Aberdeen took off from Heathrow. I was suddenly very aware that I was trapped in a metal tube that was about to take to the sky, and I was so afraid that I was going to wet myself or throw up or something equally embarrassing that a member of the cabin crew (her name was Kate and she was a godsend) took me to the back of the plane, gave me a bottle of water, and comforted me. We were on the tarmac for ages before we took off because of other planes taking flight, so my fears that I was holding up our plane were thankfully all in my mind. The flight was actually fine once we were in the air, but I was still plagued by memories of all my dizzy spells in New York, as well as how tense I had been on the previous flights when going through turbulence, times when I had tensed my whole body so hard that my muscles had been aching by the time I left the plane. Since we've been home, I've been to see both a doctor (for ongoing symptoms of labyrinthitis) and my hypnotherapist (for the anxiety that is getting in the way of me enjoying myself) and things have calmed down. Hopefully the next time I go on a plane or a train or a boat, I'll be able to keep myself calm and collected.

Anyway, we were back in Aberdeen by early afternoon, and from there it was a half-hour drive (shoutout to my dad for still having any energy left in him to drive) to our house. The afternoon dragged as we all tried to stay awake. We all watched Night at the Museum for the first time in years just for the hell of it, seeing if we recognised any aspects of the American Museum of Natural History. The holiday suddenly felt like it hadn't actually happened at all, like we had all just been watching movies set in New York for the last four days. It felt like I had just hallucinated the whole experience, despite the fact that photos of the city were clogging up my phone. All holidays seem to end with this doubt. Did it actually happen? Was it all just some amazing dream?

However, the souvenirs that I brought back from the States confirm for me that the holiday was definitely real. But I'll save all that showing off for my next (and final) New York post.

Monday, 20 August 2018

My New York Diary: Day 3

Day 3: Museums & More

We woke up on Saturday to the sound of thunder. My brother sat in front of the window, trying to snap photos of the lightning flashes with my Lumix. It was quite an experience; being so high off the ground made it feel like the thunder was right beside us. A bit too close for comfort. I just managed to convince myself that Thor was visiting New York, and that made things a little more exciting.

More rain was forecast for the rest of the day, although it was still going to be warm. A thin anorak was a must, especially since we were going to be walking a fair distance once again. Our first destination was the Metropolitan Museum of Art, one of the landmarks that I had been most looking forward to seeing, not because I know a great deal about art, but just because there's something so calming and inspiring about art museums. And what better one to visit than one of the biggest and most famous on the planet?

It was already busy when we arrived, but thanks to our incredibly handy City Passes, we got inside without having to wait too long. The place was huge, so huge that you could probably get lost without a map. At least, I'd probably end up getting lost. We wasted no time heading up to the modern art wing, and proceeding to check out the weird and wonderful works. I'd had no real preference about which wings of the museum I'd most like to see (we were short on time, so had to pick and choose what we wanted to look at), but modern art was one section that I was very keen to see, and for good reason.

One of my favourite pieces in the museum - 'Spectrum V' by Ellsworth Kelly

My brother had been keen to see the Egyptian art, so we headed there after a quick bite to eat in the coffee shop. It was every bit as stunning as the modern art, but in an entirely different way. I'm gutted that we didn't have time to see everything and that we had to walk briskly through the museum instead of taking everything in and appreciating every piece of art, and I don't remember a lot about our visit. I just remember that the museum was laid out beautifully, the massive rooms all colour-coordinated, with each room flowing seamlessly into the next. I wish I had spent a full day exploring, and I also wish that I had been able to spend as much time as I wanted in the gift shop, browsing the art books and souvenirs. One book in particular that I regret not picking up was a little yellow one entitled How Art Can Make You Happy. It would have been worth getting it just for the aesthetic.

After a brisk walk to the other side of Central Park, we arrived at the American Museum of Natural History, which had a much longer line for entry than the Met. However, we eventually made it in, and first up was exploring the Hall of Planet Earth (volcanoes, earthquakes, associated things that terrify me despite the fact that they make our planet the badass planet that it is) before deciding to start at the fourth floor and work our way down. Dinosaur exhibits met us on the top floor, and although we didn't have time to stop and read any of the information since it was now mid-afternoon and we had so many other things to see, we were amazed at the sheer terror-inducing size of every skeleton that we saw. I think I'll regret not picking up a Jurassic Park T-shirt in the Dino Store until the day I die. If there were ever a place to buy one, it would have been there.

My brother and I loved Night at the Museum when we were younger, and memories of the film followed us around as we explored. We ended up watching it the night we got home. Am I a little disappointed that the T-Rex didn't come to life and chase us through the hallways? Just a little. But the main attraction at the museum, at least for my brother, was the Easter Island head that resided in the Hall of Pacific Peoples, the one that appears in Night at the Museum that demands nothing but gum. If that doesn't ring a bell, the name 'Dum-Dum' might. And of course I know that there is far more history and nuance to these heads than I can include here, but the funny moments from the film are just what people my age think of now when they see one of these statues. There was a line for photos, but he finally got the photo he wanted of him standing next to the giant stone face. His New York visit was pretty much complete.

If I ever return to New York, I will put aside a full day to spend in the American Museum of Natural History. The immense volume of artefacts, statues and just things that they have in there is staggering. There is something there from every corner of the world, thousands of objects that tell thousands of stories. Everything from the birth of our universe onwards is covered, and I feel guilty having rushed the whole experience. But at least we were there, and I'm extremely grateful for that.

It was a long walk from the museum down to Times Square, but we wanted to visit the Brooklyn Diner at some point since my parents had enjoyed their meal there during their previous New York visit. It was where they had tried something called 'strawberry blonde cheesecake', and they insisted that I would enjoy it even though I loathe cheesecake, so I was keen to try it. First up was a Brooklyn Burger, and of all the burgers I tried in New York, I remember this being my favourite. For dessert, the four of us shared a slice of strawberry blonde cheesecake and a slice of something called 'chocolate blackout cake', which was the biggest slice of cake I have ever seen in my life. I'm not even joking. This thing could have been used as a weapon. As for the strawberry blonde cheesecake, I was amazed to find that even someone as dedicated to hating cheesecake as myself couldn't find any fault with this treat: light, creamy, and made with tasty sponge instead of the disgustingly soggy biscuit crumbs that make cheesecake my least favourite food. In short, the Brooklyn Diner was a win.

But the day wasn't over yet. We still had a ticket to take us to the Top of the Rock Observation Deck that evening, so we headed over to the Rockefeller Centre as night fell. By the time we were at the top of the building, clouds had descended over the city, and everything below had lit up. We had 100% made the right decision by turning up at night instead of during the day.

These photos don't show what it's truly like to see New York illuminated at night. Antennae on top of the buildings were fading through all the colours of the rainbow, and the clouds above were glowing purple and orange from the lights below. Everything was suddenly so much more dramatic, and as impressive as the views were in the daylight from the top of the Empire State Building, it was just as impressive to be in the middle of it all after the sun had gone down. We spent about twenty minutes at the top, taking in the views from the upper and lower decks, but just before we caught the lift back down to the bottom, we walked through a room with illuminated walls that flashed in different patterns when triggered by movement. My brother and I saw a photo op, so took a few Boomerangs and several snaps of the different colours.

That brought our final evening in New York to a close. When we got back to the hotel, I found myself appreciating every aspect of the room that much more: the spectacular view, the beautiful bathroom, the comfy bed. I was going to miss that room. I was going to miss the loud, obnoxious adverts on the American channels on the TV. I was going to miss the vanity lights around the bathroom mirror. I would just have to pile as many tiny complimentary soaps as possible into my bag, and hope that, if I ever used them, I would remember what it was like to stay in a hotel in New York City.
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