Frankenstorms.

Just in time for Halloween, along comes Frankenstorm Sandy rampaging across the Atlantic.

It's as creepy and destructive as hell but not in the least funny.

My thoughts and prayers go out to all our friends across the ocean and hope that you stay safe while you bear both the brunt and the aftermath of this monster.

xx

Cathy's 50s Housewife Friday (Saturday)...Halloween Edition

Gene Simmons, oh yeah!

Happy 50s Housewife Friday Saturday - HALLOWEEN EDITION

Hi everyone! Yes, I'm back!

 Have missed you all but my absence has been due to some very unforeseen circumstances that I am getting ready to share with you in the very near future, when I'm emotionally able 

So forgive me, and welcome me back with open arms for my beloved:

50s HOUSEWIFE FRIDAYS - HALLOWEEN EDITION!!! (on a Saturday).

First horrific song of the day:

Dead Souls - Joy Division

Ah yeah!

Followed quickly by:

More Human than Human - White Zombie

To this day White Zombie is one of the best bands I have ever seen live. '96 Festival Hall (R.I.P.). Waited out the side to meet and greet Rob Zombie, who signed my CD and smiled at me while I said something stupid and lame about how great they are.

But back to 2012...

Ghosts of Halloween Past

Am currently in the middle of  an organised chaos tornado preparing for a bunch of crazed children to hit our house for our annual spooky celebration.

Have been cleaning and baking up a storm like a good one-day-a-week 50s housewife, and have an assortment of my Pops ready to go, Frankenstein heads and mummy cake pops, and my new marshmallow pops which I am trialling for the first time...

Everything appears to be running hellishly and worryingly smoothly so I found 5 mins to wish you all a very Happy Halloween, and to ease myself gently back into reality, which I try to keep as much of a fantasy as I can but, that damned reality tends to creep in sometimes right?

Send-off track of the day:

Run Bitch Run (I've got a gun) - Betty Detox

Bwahahahahahaha

I always knew my
husband was the devil

I'm not kidding x

Cathy xx

Cathy wears many hats. Wife, mother of two sons, CEO of Little Monsters Pty Ltd and Cake Pop Queen just to name a few. She subscribes to the theory that Cathiness is next to Godliness. And on Fridays she behaves like a 50s housewife by sedating herself and cooking, baking and ironing, and being nice to her husband. Any other day is a crapshoot.

Seeing red...

Over the years my hair has evolved through a reasonably extensive representation of the colours of the rainbow, thanks to a good hairdresser friend, some personal experimentation* (*varying results. Don't ask about the green hair) not to mention a truckload of cash to various styling institutions.

Yes I am a devoted worshipper at the altar of GHD. So sue me.

Naturally fair to mouse, I've run the gamut of chocolate brown, dark burgundy (with caramel highlights, so pretty) through to bleached blonde and various shades in between. Not to mention my phase of fluoro colours (ie. pink/orange) as underneath highlights. I'm sure there's a correct hairdressing term for it but you get the picture. Not that I was desperately trying to hang onto my youth or anything by my sad, bitten little fingernails or anything.

Of course not.

So when I realised the other day I've been a blonde for more than 5 years straight, I realised measures must be taken.

But what?

Now I really like myself as a brunette, but unfortunately no-one else does (thank you Cathy for your 'too long and too dark comment of yesteryear that prompted the blonde change...best decision I ever made).  I think that rule probably applies for most stark colours for any woman of my (ahem) advancing years and pale features.

I personally would love to go pale pink but have a sneaking suspicion I'd just look like some sad old cat lady who's trying a bit too hard.



Totally makes me want lash extensions man...



Then I remembered Halloween a few years back. OK, I know what you're thinking, any inspiration based on a HALLOWEEN costume can't end well. But wait...

 So I dressed as Magenta from Rocky Horror, which took three cans of red hairspray and a rather impressive set of false lashes. No animals were harmed in the making of this costume, although I can't say the same for several towels, a few tiles, a bathmat and a pillowcase.

Or you know, the ozone layer.



Blonde me



I got so many comments though on how the hair suited me and that I should really go va-va-vroom red.

Now I'm not brave enough to do the full-on red (see comments above, mutton dressed as lamb etc) but the days AFTER is where I'm getting my inspiration.

Ever rinsed copious quantities of red hairspray out of newly blonded hair?

Well FYI, it doesn't come out all in one go. For a day you're a lovely shade of strawberry blonde and for a week or two you get the odd question of 'is that pink in your hair?' before finally going back to blonde.

So I'm taking my inspiration from the strawberry blonde part and am taking the plunge this weekend. I'll post pics so you can tell me the verdict. That's provided I don't end up looking like Ronald McDonald of course. In which case, I'll probably still post pics just so you can all poke fun offer me some much-needed advice on how to fix it without just dying the whole thing black.

Wish me (and my bathroom tiles) the best of luck.

xx