While I was on my Cuban time-out, I was nominated for some awards (again!). I’ve been busy ignoring my blog since I got back to Holland, but as I am currently an energy-bomb sitting home alone I thought I’d make myself useful by ignoring my two deadlines this week and getting on to this instead!
Ellie and Meg both nominated me for the versatile blogger award and the lovely blog award. Greta nominated me for that last one too. Agnes nominated me for the reader appreciation award and the versatile blogger award as well.
Since I’ve done the reader award twice already, and since the versatile and lovely one are same-same but different, I’ll just scoop up seven random facts about myself here and call it a day. I’m (again) not nominating anyone, which is not because I don’t appreciate them, but I just wanna invite anyone who reads this to share something random, silly, secretive or whatever about themselves!!
- I wear a lot of rings. And I mean a lot, a lot. I always wear a big silver ring (that I got in Egypt) and a white golden ring (from my mum) on my right hand, and a wooden band on my left. The rest of my fingers are always decorated with a bunch of random, usually big and bold, rings.
1. b. I also always wear at least one big beaded necklace wrapped around my left wrist. Always. I have two old favs (a brown wooden one and a red/yellow glass string) but I ‘switch it up’ with multi colored ones often.
- My left shoulder is notoriously nude. Naked. Nekkid. No seriously, I have this stupid habit of always wearing everything off-shoulder, whether appropriate or not. And it’s always the left shoulder. Cannot help it. Even when I worked at a workshop with mentally challenged people, where one super autistic guy would fix my shirt every two seconds, I would unknowingly shrug it off again within a nanosecond. My left shoulder is just a pervert.
- I’ve been a vegetarian for 18 years. And I used to be the only one in the family. My mum turned vegetarian through the years, but more out of practicality I guess. I was five when I learned that the stuff on my plate used to be an animal and I was appalled. Then the CLAW-disease hit and I watched cows being scooped up my a big machine on the news. I never touched meat again since that day. I’m not one of the fussy ‘I won’t touch it if it was on the same plate as your steak’-type of people, nor do I try and evangelize it. This is my choice and that’s all there is to it.
- I did not wear pants for years. First it was impossible to find any jeans because my legs are so impossibly tall. Then my ED made it impossible to find anything my size (but then again, I didn’t really have a ‘size’, I guess, since ‘minus’ doesn’t exist) and then I just was simply so used to always wearing skirts and dresses (not in the girly girl way, at all!). I now own one pair of jeans that fit, and they’re French pink and skinny. Ha.
- My left pinky is deformed. Like, I can’t get it straight. You can see it in the ring-picture. I broke it when I was a kid (or, my brother broke it) when my brother and I were chasing each other through the house. He slammed the door in my face and my pinky… yeah, you get the picture. It never healed properly. They can fix it but then they have to break it again. I don’t mind my crooked pinky, though. I think it looks chic when I sip my tea.
- I used to play the cello. Like, for years and years. I wasn’t too bad either. But when my teacher moved, I never found a sub and I quit. I deeply regret it. I still own my cello, but I am dreading picking it up again because it’s been like 8 years, which means I’ll have to start with ‘Father Jacob’ again. That would just be agonizing. And fun fact; playing the cello with a deformed pinky is not that easy! I had to switch positions a lot more than anyone else because I can’t do a vibrato with it. Makes it look a lot more complicated though, which I always thought was cool.
- My dad’s a helicopter pilot. Or, he flies helicopters, so I guess that officially makes him a helicopter pilot but it’s just his hobby, not his day-time job. I’ve been in helicopters more often than I’ve been on boats I guess? Ever since I was a kid, I’ve gone with him whenever I can. Funny fact again? I jumped out of an old Russian helicopter in Cuba this summer (as can be seen here, yeah, THAT’S ME!). Of course I didn’t tell my dad (or anyone else for that matter!!) until I got back to Holland. A pilot’s daughter jumping out of a perfectly fine working aircraft? He’d’ve killed me before hitting the ground could have done that!
Now tell me a little something about yourself!!