To be more specific, I went across a median, across the other two lanes of the interstate, over a guardrail, and down a ravine in a quad-cab truck. I hydroplaned in a storm on the way to work. I remember thinking, “oh shit, I’m really about to wreck” and then I remember coming-to in the middle of a bunch of bushes. I couldn’t find my phone. I broke my shoes climbing up the ravine. No one stopped for at least fifteen minutes.
But for the most part, I’m over it now.
There is still a bent metal rod where I took out a road sign with my windshield. Ironically, it was a caution sign. It gives me the shivers.
I can’t think about what it would have looked like from an outsider’s perspective without crying.
I still keep my phone firmly under my leg so it can’t fly away.
But I can drive in the rain now. I can’t go fast. I can’t pass other cars. But I can drive in the rain without a panic attack. I don’t roll my windows down when I cross bridges anymore, and I’m not always searching for how to escape.
She’d been trying to keep her recovery a secret. A misguided attempt to rethink her actions. Astra found that while she did not regret trying to save the Earth that perhaps her fears had make her choice in method too hasty. Astra hadn’t been yet ready to see Kara, if she was ever going to be, but then her eyes had caught the news. An offshore oil rig had sprung a leak of some sort and there was a risk of both serious environmental disaster as well as risk of explosion. Astra had acted before she’d even thought about it.
Which now lead to the moment she was in now. She’d been able to remove some of the last humans onto the rescue boat and had bent enough metal around the hole shut, preventing any more of the oil from spilling. Astra had been about to leave, wanting to wash the gunk that coated her from head to toe off, when a familiar swish of speed and the glint of red and blue appeared before her eyes. She was sick of fighting her niece, tired of carrying the burden of her actions, and so Astra just knelt, lifting up her hands in a sign of surrender.
Why Lou Teasdale's stocking up on metal hair rings, charms and trinkets
Recently I was lucky enough to attend The Mane Addicts University – a program set up by Jen Atkin (the Kardashians’ go-to hairdresser) to mentor salons full of budding hairdressers all around the world. To say that my assistant, Lottie, and I are huge fans of her work is something of an understatement: We’re bonafide fan girls. So naturally we were Snapchatting like mad on the drive over, whilst trying to maintain some level of composure.
Alongside the opportunity to stare in awe at our hero, we were given a demo by her co-host, Chris Appleton (the man behind the likes of Rita Ora to Ariana Grande’s up-dos, and the master of street style glam). It was in that moment, watching him adorning intricate braids and twists with tough bent rings, charms and metallic trinkets, that I knew I’d found my summer hair spirit animal. Metal hair accessories, it turns out, are so me.
And judging by the accessories section on ASOS, it seems I’m not alone. Here is my stance: this is officially the hairstyle of the summer.
How to wear them:
All you need is one secure area in your up-do that you can attach metal adornments to. If you’re planning a ponytail, then create a side braid that flows into the pony and add onto this. The key to keeping it cool rather than ‘cute’ is to use Chris’ repetitive and considered pattern idea, rather than randomly scattering all over. And don’t worry; it’s easier than it looks.
Where to get them:
ASOS £3.50 and sold out, I think this legitimises my trend claim.
If you’re around my age (32), you’ll probably remember hair wraps – they were all the rage and the ultimate status symbol amongst my teenage peers. They’re back. And this time, they’re cool, not kitsch and made out of real metal.
Of course I had to give them a go. My verdict? They’re the beauty installation my hair has been waiting for. They make me feel like I’m discreetly owning my very own hair micro trend that every now and again catches someone’s attention and takes them back, with a smile, to that 90s package holiday where they had a neon one.
Alternatively, if you want to do your own, get some fabric, thread or wire from your local haberdashery (my happy place) and wrap it tightly around a micro braid from top to bottom. My tip is not to go over the top and keep it simple.
The windows were covered
with layers of shade.
The screens were sprayed,
so they couldn’t get in,
“must be sure”
the mindless don’t get in,
but their fingers slipped through,
bent up the metal frames.
I open the shades,
fix the frames,
spray the screens,
shut them all again.
And yet their milky eyes
still peer through.
Begging, asking, calling,
“We don’t know you,
but we want in”.