CRANBERRIES love em or hate em, they do some real good stuff. So here's a yum smoothie I made earlier, filled with vitamin C, metabolism speeding and skin clearing properties for summer.
I would save things for special occasions and not wear some things because they might get dirty. It took me a while to realise every day is a special occasion. I might be dead tomorrow. So I'm dressing in what I feel like dressing in and what I feel good dressing in.
Sometimes my hair just lacks a little shine, it gets a little dull. And who can blame it? The sun hardly comes out in winter, and when it does my hair is all stuffed under a hat. But this mask works. It really lightened, brightened and put a glorious shine in my hair.
It was hot. Condensation gathered on the windows of the metro train as people piled in and then pushed out again. I stared at everything. Some people stood so close to the doors that they opened millimetres from their face, then strode out, filled with hidden purpose. Everyone else did the same thing; they held the poles or sat down, swaying with the train. Automatic. They would take out books and huge newspapers in the smallest spaces. Some talked, but not many, this was “morning rush-hour, not a night out”. They were all a part of this big system, some looked down at me and I knew. I wasn’t part of the train.