The last time I cleared out my room I stayed up until 2am throwing out my stuff; I believe it was a productive evening, as I ended up with 2 bin bags full of stuff hauled out of my room. Result!
That clear out was exactly a week ago, and here I was this evening starting to throw stuff out again. You must be wondering how I manage to keep all this junk in my room, and wondering whether my room is actually a warehouse? Alas no, it is small, cosy, and cramped with crap.
Therefore I decided to document some of the shit I was throwing out of my life forever, and converted it into a blog that has little words, but more pictures. But you know what they say...
'a picture is worth a thousand words'
and in some of these pictures, you will see why.
Prepare for totally embarrassing photos.
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| A little help here please. |
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| Hi! My name is Vicky, and I've lost a stone! (or not) |
I then stumbled upon these absolute gems. I genuinely know for a fact these hats have never left my room, let alone the house! Which is a good job really, or I wouldn't have any friends. But why do I still have them?! However, they came into some good use as they amused me for a few minutes - I got to take photos of myself looking silly.
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| What is this hat for?! A chef who requires a visor perhaps? |
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| I saw myself as a train conductor, and I was looking for the train. Don't ask. |
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| No biggie. I have a hat that has Cheestrings on it. Well, I don't anymore. |
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| The sort of hat you put on babies that don't have a choice of what they wear. Cringe! |
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| Swimming pool volleyball anyone? |
I can't even tell you about how excited I got when I found this - I started having a header contest with myself against my wall. Must remember this the next time I go abroad.... Or not. In the bin you go!
Now I know, if I ever fit into this again, I will be severely underweight and I will need medical attention. However, I'm keeping it for unknown reasons.
BUT I managed to dig out the total babe who wore this dress - here is the fat, unhappy, ginger child at a wedding - the organ scared her too much and she had to be taken out crying, and comforted with a bag of grapes. Totes wasn't me....
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| I don't want grapes, I WANT CAKE. |
Well it is safe to say that giving me a shift from 4am - 8.30am the day after Boxing Day ensured that I didn't love the Next sale, quite the bloody opposite actually. I will keep the t-shirt though, as it is as important as a trophy, as it showed I got up at 3am to go to work once.
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| Don't know what this is so I put it on my head. |
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| I recommend every ginger should buy this book. Life doesn't have to be hard. |
And then lastly, the only thing that has kept me here today. I owe my life to this book, as it is true to its word, I have survived. Thank you ginger book.
I have to say I am sorry readers, I have been very lazy with my blog lately, not actually blogging about something that means something in the world; it is usually about my sorry excuse of a life and how strange I may be. However, I hope people who read this will get to know me a bit better.... maybe that is a bad thing. But hey, I promise next time children, I will write something far more intellectual.
Possibly.
