On the eleventh day...| Grazing

I don't think. in the last eleven days, I've had a chance to get hungry. And, as Christmas comes to an end, there are more than enough empty chocolate boxes and wine bottles scattered around the house to remind me of how much we've been stuffing our faces.

Seriously, we've been Grazing, for goodness sake. Near on twelve straight days of Grazing. I'm dreading the the upcoming days, where my body has gotten so used to the constant grazing, that it constantly feel hunger.

Oh, well. For now, I'm s off to pop another chocolate in my mouth. Why not? I might as well make the most of it while I can.

On the Tenth day of Christmas...| Remembering Loved ones

Granddad

12th September 1933 - 3rd January 2012

On the Ninth day of Christmas...| Stocking up on a Makeup Fave

The Maybelline 24hr colour tattoo is definitely a favourite of mine, and as Superdrugs currently has a buy 3 for the price of 2 deal going on, I couldn't help but stock up and buy 9. 

I got 2 for Free. YAY!!!

I love going heavy with these gel eye shadows and coating my eyes with  their gorgeous colours, but for my recent "subtle, frosty look" I went light on the use of the Pink and Ruby colours.

Have you tried Maybelline's 24HR Colour tattoo eye shadows yet?

On the eighth day of Christmas | Happy New Year!

It's the first day of yet another New, yet imaginary (lets be honest, now), Year, and, for me, on this day, there will be no promises, or unrealistic timelines to my hopes and dreams that I will cast like. I will not give up on choccies or sweets or make a pledge to lose weight before my birthday or else. No, no, no, no, no. All I will do, all I can do, is live each day as it comes, strive to be happy, try and remember to absorb my surroundings, and let things be. "Simples"

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Now I'm off to have another glass off bubbly. Kisses

Kartonia.

On the Seventh Day of Christmas...| The Frosted, Subtle, New Years Eve Look

 I've been a sloth for the past few days, (drinking mulled wine in my Pyjamas), but as it's the last day of 2014, with only a few hours left 'till the BIG "2015", I think it's high time I put on some sort of a face. And so, to welcome in the New Year, I've Ended up with this. A frosted, subtle look.

On the sixth Day of Chrstmas...| Presents still under the tree

We aren't like most families. Very rarely do our presents get opened on the 25th of December.

It started off when we were little. If we were naughty, we weren't allowed to open our presents, not until we learnt the error of our ways, or until mum felt we had suffered enough. We would cry, we would whine, but it did the job, if we wanted to open our present we'd better behave.

As a tradition, we open our presents after our dinner. Bellies stuffed, nighties and pyjamas back on. And so, as we've gotten older, we have gotten used to this arrangement of the 25th going by with presents still sat under the tree (mum still finds it necessary to make us wait, of course. Besides, it's not as if our stroppy outburst and arguments have improved with age).

Our presents are usually opened before New Years eve, but as it stands, it's the 30th, there's been another full on argument, and as you can probably tell by the images, we still have a bundle of presents under the tree. However, unlike the younger Kartonia, I now kind of like this tradition of ours. It's unique to us. It allows the festive feeling to continue as it should do along these twelve days of Christmas, not to mention the bargains I got on those presents I couldn't get before 25th, which I've now secretly slotted secretly under the tree.  Genius.


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On the fifth day of Christmas...| Help, these people are Bonkers

I've been absorbing my families antics today. Like really absorbing, taking it in and noticing the details.
There's Noise, there's Banter, there's Arguments. It's bonkers.


Noise:Today, sat there, watching a film,we spoke. And by "spoke", I mean, all of us spoke, at the same time, all over each each other, our voices getting louder as we each fought for our voices to be heard. Who knows what they were talking about, I can't even remember what it was I was talking about, but all I know is that several times today,  voices were raised until a blur of screams ensued, and my head began to spin.

Banter: We always tease each other, but seriously, this Christmas, a season of goodwill and love, has seen some serious banter going on. Banter, which, to the untrained ear of any normal being, would do nothing but offend. Even as i quickly type this now, I've just been sworn at by sister, who has followed her expletive by the sweetest of smiles. But it's

Arguments: A series of Arguments having broken out so far. Slammed doors, knocked over presents. Swearing, Footsteps storming up the stairs, and fights over the last chocolate are pretty normal things anyway, but as usual the Christmas festivities has only highlighted and amplified.


Together, honestly, we're off our rockers. I pity those who turn up on our doorstep, or those merely walking past our house. The sounds that must come from our house (I'm guessing it sounds like a mixture of squealing pigs, excitable pigeons, koalas, and thundering elephants) must be petrifying.

We're Loud and we're Bonkers, and I love it, but shh, don;t tell this lot that.