FNHC: Week 2
May 10th Challenge: Ponytail
We’re not talking gym class pony tail. Let’s add a little flavor. Interpret the challenge however you like. Here are some ideas to get you going, but as long as your style in in the Ponytail family, anything goes!
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FNHC Guidelines:
- Suggestions are encouraged! As much as possible, we’ll try to make the challenge broad enough so that any hair length can interpret it. If not, one LONG ‘do and one MEDIUM ‘do per week will be chosen. But we would love to have some input/ideas!
- Hair challenge for the week will be posted on Sundays for the following friday.
- You can style your hair whenever you wish, but please wait until the Friday following the challenge to post your picture on Tumblr. That way, we don’t miss any early posts.
- Tag your post #FNHC
- Have fun! Fail or fabulous, this is all in good fun!
A jeniezee appreciation post.
Because she’s basically my best friend in the whole world and plays a part in several of my dream vacations and cheers me up when people around me are too stupid to get my excellent pop cultural references. And because sometimes you just need to hear that someone loves you. Love you, J!
Because Jenie brought it up
This was my wedding dress: http://www.allurebridals.com/products/C150
It was down to that one and one that was MUCH simpler but in a similar cut. And then my best friend went, “Honestly, you can wear dress B in a different color to a cocktail party. When in your life are you EVER going to wear a dress like this again?”
Definitely not sorry that I chose it.
Sonnet 30
forthegenuineFor you, dear friends. I really truly mean it… (source)
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
And weep afresh love’s long since cancell’d woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish’d sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Dear Linds, I freaking love you, lady! You're smart, hilarious, drop-dead gorgeous and I'm absolutely obsessed with everything you write. I sound like a total stalker. And I love you for not blocking me. <3
I freaking love you, too! You’re still crazy for thinking all of those wonderful things about me, though.
Child prisoners in the US penal system.
I feel really weird talking about this, but Jen mentioned what a shock to her system it had been, seeing how different (and how much less harsh) a European penal system was, and I didn’t say too much at the time, because it’s not my country. And I always feel it’s rude, critiquing internal issues to someone from that nation, as it’s like an outsider criticising your family, in a sense. You can, they can’t. After all, it’s not like anyone I know is personally in a position to change it. But she’s the third person on my follows to raise the issue themselves this week, and actually, there’s something that’s haunted me since I was taught it, in children’s rights law lectures back in 2003.
Thanks for all the words of support, guys. It feels good to share what happened - hardly anyone IRL knows about it, honestly. I’m not ashamed of what happened at all, but it’s just one of those things that rarely comes up in conversation and even if you bring it up, it makes people feel awkward or treat you differently.
But I just don’t know how people survive and grow up to become normal human beings if their credibility is called into question and people openly sympathize with the rapist. I mean, even though I was surrounded by a group of very supportive, positive people, I still needed therapy for PTSD and it took years before I felt like “rape victim” wasn’t my defining characteristic as a person. But 14 years later, I now feel like it’s just a little part of who I am.
