Category: Beauty

Why do we cry???

We often hear

“…..let it all out…. just cry…..you feel better after it….”

We cry because we are sad, because we are angry, because we are disappointed and probably because of lots of other things, but does it really make you feel better? Does it change the view or the reason you cried?

We cry because basically we are hurt!

I recently attended a friends funeral. When I heard the sad news I thought I kept it good together. There was a small tear….

I was fine driving down to Wales. I was fine checking into my hotel and have a stroll around the little town and the beach. I slept okay.

I was fine while standing with many others in front of the doors to the little chapel and I also kept it together during mess but when my late friends widow hugged me I really, really had to swallow my tears back and when I was on my way to my car I felt them roll down my cheeks.

So why is that? Is it because I don’t get to talk to him or see him again? Is it because of missed opportunities?

Why do we cry when we argue or when a boyfriend/girlfriend breaks up with you or your partner divorces you?

Is it because we know we will not share our future together? Is it because we know we want have anymore nice moments together? Is it because the future is unclear now?

Looking at it from a distance we should know these things happen, people die, people can turn on you, people don’t want to be with you, it’s just how the world is and yet we are still hurt by actions.

I personally think, “letting it all out” does not make me feel better, if anything it makes me feel worse, tired and yes even tired of life and how life treats me! Not to mention my eyes! After a good  long cry I look like a boxer after a 12 round fight, really no kidding.

It would be nice if there was a button to switch certain emotions on and off, don’t you agree?

Franky

Why don’t I have a specific style???

I recently realised, I don’t really have a specific style and wonder why that is?

Ok, I had a hippie phase, a grunge(ish) style, a 50s style, a “house” style but nothing ever stuck.

It is the same with my hair, I wore my hair in all styles and lengths.

It is almost as if I still try to figure out who I am without really realising it.

The only thing that sticks with me is cashmere cardigans (girls, whoever tells you, you don’t need another cashmere cardigan because you already own 32- they flat out LIE)!

So in my wardrobe you find a lot of Fred Perry dresses and polo shirts, you find knee lengths skirts, even a maxi dress, you even find 2 pairs of chinos (Fred Perry as well) and of course cashmere jumpers and cardigans.

At the current moment I am all into barefoot shoes which, ones your feet got used to it  and stop hurting, are the most comfortable shoes EVER!

But a specific style? No I don’t have one! Maybe I will never have one, who knows what I look like in a years time (hopefully as beautiful as I am know, ha ha ha).

Franky

Worldly possessions

On my way home from work I realised, I could live without all my so called worldly possessions!

I wouldn’t mind if I loose my house for what ever reason, everything in it, even my beloved eye and face cream (which is quite fancy, makes me look 10 years younger and costs hubby a fortune).

I wouldn’t mind loosing all my favourite clothes and running gear… after all you could replace it all.

But what I could never live without is the love of my friends, my children and husband.

Feeling loved is the only thing that does not make you feel lonely and that, I think, is the most important thing.

Merry Christmas all

Franky

Tattoos at Work

Since I moved house I started to work in a establishment where the very wealthy and rich walk in and out on a daily basis.

I do enjoy my job and I was well trained by a very nice lady I work with.

My shift starts at 6am, therefor I cycle the 3 miles every morning and leave at around 5:15am, day in, day out.

I am always on time, often even 20 minutes early which I don’t get paid and I don’t mind.

I am polite and helpful to staff and guests, I smile and greet all the time whether I get a response back or not.

I am dedicated and want to give 110%.

I do  all this because I like working where I work and because I need the money.

Now I was told a couple of times that I have to do something about my neck tattoos.

I was actually told at induction, that the employer wants to loosen up a bit and as long tattoos are not offensive, it is okay to have them on display.

Apparently that does not apply to the neck.

I was told to either cover it with make up or put plasters on.

Did I mention that my neck tattoos are hand big on either side of my neck?!

And yesterday it was ordered from very high above, that I should cover it, maybe by keeping my hair open.

It was actually ordered, that I was to be placed out of public eye!!! But my lovely boss wouldn’t have it so today I am having my beautiful locks chopped off to chin length.

The thing is:

However ordered it (I may go back to my boss regarding this matter to find out who it was to consult him/her myself), does not even know me in person and just reduced me to my tattoos which is a very sad thing as it does not say anything about my personality and work!

This goes against my core beliefs:

Do not judge a book by its cover!!!

I thought it is the year 2018 and the society is all open minded. But it shows once more that many people just look down at you and not see you at the same level as them.

I am fully aware that having neck tattoos cause problems in the work world and it isn’t the first time I have to cover them, I just feel insulted, that the person did not contact me him/herself to discuss the matter and find a solution together!

THAT wouldn’t have been a big deal at all.

Sad sad times….

Franky

Cycling

The last time I daily cycled was when I was around 18 and needed to get to the train which would send me on my way to work.

Fast forward many many years and I am back on my bike.

The first few times my behind was so sore, I could barely sit on the saddle!

Ouch, ouch, ouch, I really had to grit my teeth.

But after two weeks, my bum does not hurt anymore.

Who cares that I sound like a rusty lock, trying to make my way over hills to work very early in the morning?!

I actually enjoy the 3 miles to and back from work…. as long as it is dry, of course.

But it’s all for a good cause:

I get to exercise, I improve my cardio and surely my legs will look nicer, my little cellulite might shrink a bit too… if not I might have to threaten it…. might work, but high likely not.

Franky

I don’t want to talk about it

 

 

I don’t want to talk about it how you broke my heart for this heart was so innocent in my chest or was there ever a heart given to me?

I don’t want to talk about it how I was crying forever and how the shadows hid my tears trying to drown the very same soul staring at you with big poor-spirited eyes waiting for death to claim

But if you stay a bit longer, listen (listen to my heart)

 

I don’t want to talk about it how much pain it caused holding up on my knees (on my knees) long enough to see the blue in the sky or was there really blue but grey as grey is all I can see or is it still blue hidden behind grey?

But if you stay a bit longer, listen (listen to my heart)

 

I don’t want to talk about it how I listened to you in empty silence and that I saw you (saw you) in the corner of my eyes and that I forgot to breathe as breathing is life and life is love or is love just a  tale and if love exists, does it sooth everything?

But if you stay a bit longer, listen (listen to my heart)