A Million Pricks…

Oh Hi..

Turns out it’s been a while since I last spoke to you. Don’t be alarmed! (Doubt that anyone I, but inflating my ego is a non-stop job)

Let’s have a story, find out about a little more about a girl named Becky. Why don’t we travel back in time to the very late 90’s, where the Spice Girls had lost Geri (forever in my heart #girlpower).

It was late summer, and my Mum, Sister and I was visiting my Aunt and Cousins in Greenwich BRAPP. My mum and aunt had dragged us lovely children along the high street where they came across a florist (yay, what every five year old wants and needs on a summers day!). Obviously, little miss sassy pants decided that this wasn’t really her thing and thought the best idea was to walk out of the florist and practice musical number outside, right by the main road.

Thus began.. CACTI GATE

What is cacti gate, you may ask? Well let me tell you what happened on this fateful day.

After a practically flawless routine, I lost my footing, and fell backwards, it felt like slow motion. Unluckily, I had something to catch my fall, crates of cacti. Imagine about five or so of those.Cacti Crate

Unfortunately, being the young girl that I was, I had no muscles in my legs to lift myself back up (still lacking in that department), so the only thing I could do was to proceed to turn onto my front, whilst still in the mist of the cacti crate.

When I finally managed to get up, I ran into the Florist. I called my Mum and Aunt, to which they told me to shut up! My Sister and Cousins began to laugh at me (nothing new there). At this point, my Mum and Aunt decided to turn around and saw the injured child before them. They finally apologised and carried me back to my Aunt’s for my de-pricking.

There we go, I brought you some laughs to you on this delightful Monday night. I won’t leave it so long next time..

Ciao for now,

Devs xo

 

 

 

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Career Crossroads

Ever since I was very young I wanted to be a History teacher. Due to circumstances, I didn’t get the grades needed to get into university. So I was stuck with not knowing what I wanted to do. At the time, after my A Levels, I was working part-time in a local pharmacy, which led to me getting a full-time role in a hospital pharmacy. After eighteen months, the job became mundane, doing the same thing day in day out; I began looking for jobs elsewhere. Whilst at the hospital, I found out that I could undertake a degree from home; bringing me a step closer to the dream of teaching. I began looking for jobs in schools and I finally found one as cover supervisor in a secondary school. I remember walking in on my first day, feeling like I had got it right….or so I thought.

After fifteen months, I had to call it quits. It was a crushing feeling, finding out the job I had spent my whole life wanting to do, wasn’t for me at this moment in time. At twenty two years old, I am none the wiser about what I want to do. I am scared. I have gone back to pharmacy, but I know my heart is not in it.

I recently found a piece of work I did in year nine aged thirteen, saying what I would like to be doing in ten years. So at my age now, my thirteen year old self said, ‘In a job that I love, married with a child on the way.’ WOW. Clearly, there was a reason as to why my A Levels didn’t go too well. Just so you all know – I have not achieved any of the above. There comes a time in a woman’s (very loose term there, I assure you!) life where she has to admit defeat. Today is my day.

If anyone could give any suggestions as to what I could do, please do. I need all the help I can get.

Much love, Devs x

Owl Brows

I had a condition that used to effect me everyday of my life..OWL brows. What is this strange thing, you speak of Devs? Well, I will tell you. An owl brow is an eye brow that would normally seen on a feathered creature also known as an owl. If it were in a dictionary there would a picture of me in Year 9 wearing an obscure hat, with full focus on the owl brows…oh wait.

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As you can see it is very unnerving.

However, as I got older I tried to find new ways to conceal this foreign object that happens to be on my face, for instance, plucking it all off seemed a viable option. Exhibit A..

over-pluck

I mean, there’s good and bad here. Good – no sign of owl brow in sight. Bad – I am missing 35% of eyebrow. All in all,  not a particularly flattering look, but it took me on the path to find a perfect brow. This is hella not spon BUT thank the lord for the Benefit Brow Bar, after years and years and years of searching, I have finally have something that has put my owl brows to rest. I can show my owls to the world without fear of judgement, with my eye brow expert saying, ‘Wow, that is a good brow.’

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RIP Owl Brow.