Friday 18 October 2013

National Stockings Day, Spanish Exchange Students, A Bit More Kontan.

Hullo.
As the title of this little post suggests, today is NATIONAL STOCKINGS DAY.
This is fab because I love stockings. It's also fab because it's a day designed to raise awareness of and help raise money for charities dealing with breast cancer. It's a day created by Charnos Hosiery who encourage ladies to 'ditch' the tights and slip into a pair of stockings or hold ups for the day.
https://www.facebook.com/CharnosHosiery/app_175340192599341

Today my lessons were infiltrated by Ganzalos.
Oooh muchacho. These Gonzalos were very nice chaps. It would be fair to say my weakness lies within an accent, and today I was pretty much  melted into a puddle on the floor of the language block.  Speaking of muchacho-worthy men, the French language assistant this year (you remember "Kontan") mustn't be forgotton. I took my friend down to the language block and just so happened to run in to him (cunning, I know). Oh Lord. His eyes would break you too. Anyway, later on I was on the bus with some others to go to this translation workshop in Sherbourne, when it went all quiet. Unfortunately I had chosen that moment to say to another friend of mine (I know, they're both real aswell) "Oohh, I bumped into Kontan earlier! Oh God, I LOVE that man."
Got some funny looks from the Year 13s infront of me. I think the head of languages may have heard too. Oops.
I'm not sorry.


Daphne x


Friday 11 October 2013

Earth Months, Kontan, Pinupzania.

Hasn't it been a while? Three whole Earth months. Since prom and the jumble sale. I have mostly been working and spending my wages too quickly and easily on vintage treasure. However, this happy, guilt free spending really needs to stop for the following reasons:
a) I still need to pay for a little 'gals on tour' style German exchange
b) I can't bloody close my wardrobe as it is
and
c) Where as the work to school work ratio was about 3:1 over the summer, it's swapped around to about 1:3 and the incoming packets of gold are somewhat less frequent these days.

It's a little problem, because I have a slight shopping problem. It's something I need to come off of slowly... along with Nutella, apple juice, and banana milkshake... which pretty much means all of the joys of life. Fab.

Anyway, this week was pretty groovy. I had been fairly nervous all week about having to do this bloody French conversation lesson twice a fortnight with the French language assistant. The reason for this was mostly the manly European chain around his neck, but it was also his slightly vacant stare. As it turns out, Quentin ("Kontan" apparently...) is really a very gentle, quiet soul. He was nice. Very patient with my ridiculous attempts to string French words into sentences. But he did spell squirrel wrong. We're working on it.

Oooh, I did some pin-up with Pinupzania over the summer! That was fun. I love pin-up, at the moment I'm working on getting a portfolio together, so maybe I'll post some of it here for you to cast your eyes over. Tomorrow in particular, I'm starting with Christmas pin up (for a sort of vintage style lads' mag- about vintage cars, and cocktails...not a nipple tassel or tramp stamp in sight), but I'll leave you with an Elvgren beauty.


Daphne x