Gotta Catch Them All!

“It’s like I’ve collected three types of Pokémon exclaimed my boyfriend upon seeing my “new” hair.

What a lovely nerdy compliment!!

I have grown bored of my brunette locks….I dyed them at home using a Garnier Fructis dye in Frosted Chestnut….the last dye job left me really dark….too dark.

People may recall my first dilemma on hair…being blonde for the best part of ten years and yearning for a change…. read all about it here

So i was browsing hair stripping techniques to start taking some of the last dye job out of my locks and I stumbled across ColourB4.

It sounded too good to be true. It uses no ammonia or bleach yet strips your hair of artificial colour! I watched several Youtube videos by people who had tried the product. All the results seemed pretty positive.

I tweeted my friend Christine who I knew had tried to strip her hair of henna before. Turns out she did use Colour B4 and she hated it! (It does say it won’t remove henna though).

I decided to go for it! At the very least I thought it would take out most of the colour I have put into it and therefore it’d be easier for my hairdresser to start over again with highlights.

The only thing i was apprehensive about was the smell…which everyone said was like rotten eggs…

I was slightly concerned that I may turn out like a tiger with strips of different coloured hair…owing to my previous highlights.. My mother has red hair and there does be glints of red in my hair so I knew that turning out ginger was also a possibility.. but I was willing to take that risk!

So yesterday I went into Boots and found Colour B4 priced at €14.99. (Subsequently I visited another chemist and found it at €10.95 but alas!)

My lovely mother fretted over the instructions….(you are advised to read them twice-and follow them to a T) She was worried that she’d miss pieces and it’d be a disaster (and I wonder where my anxiety comes from)

So she began….and it doesn’t smell that bad at all..It reminded me of being in my grannies house years ago, (they must have been having perms applied It didn’t smell like eggs to me, it was unpleasant…but then again hair dyes usually are just as bad.

So after applying it, mother dear wrapped my hair in clingfilm, I gave it a blast with a hairdryer, put on a wooly hat and sat beside the fire for an hour.

* You are advised to do it in a room with no draughts….I was being extra careful!

* 60 mins because I used the Xtra version of Colour B4

The hour was spent joyfully watching the new episode of The Walking Dead, (Which is thankfully returning to it’s former glory) and then I had to start the rinsing process.

The instructions are very detailed on the rinsing and buffering process… it requires rinsing in hot water for at least 10 minutes…then putting the buffer shampoo on your hair…waiting a minute…then rinsing again for at least 5 minutes. Needless to say my father who roars when anyone is in the shower for more than 6 minutes was having a canary.

The strangest thing about Colour B4 is that the water runs clear from your hair, the instructions tell you the formula has broken up the artificial hair molecules and all this rinsing is flushing them out of your hair. It’s unbelievable, crazy but it works.

Here’s my results, I’m really happy with it! Could this be my natural hair colour? It’s been so long since I’ve been natural I’m not sure.

What do you guys think??!

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The Beauty of Being Born

The Beauty of Being Born

This lady Ashley Weeks Cart is such an inspiration. Her amazing blog was what made me want to start blogging “properly”.  I love how she shares all the details of her life and her beautiful family with the world. I became hooked on it one night two years ago when I should have been writing an essay. I was enthralled with the story of the birth of her first child, I then discovered that she had chronicled every week from conception to birth. It is addictive reading!!

I wouldn’t consider myself maternal, I have no experience with little babies or children (even though I’m the oldest of 5- I can’t remember my siblings as babies) but I just love to read about other people’s experiences.  I’ve always said that I don’t want to have children, purely for the pain factor- and the fact that i wouldn’t know how to act towards a baby..


Recently in work a lady brought a six month old in, and I patted it on the head and said “Hello baby” 

Cue groans of embarrassment from my sister Laura at this recollection.

Anyway…I love how Ashley has captured the essence of family life in her beautiful blog, it gives me hope for my future!


Check out her new venture The Beauty of Being Born. A space where mothers come together to  share their birth experiences. It’s awesome!!

This is one of her many awesome ventures

Day Nine- Who would have thought

I would eat this.

That my friends is Galician Octopus. I had a blissful holiday in London last week. My boyfriend and I took a leisurely stroll around Camden Market, which to be honest wasn’t that great, but I did get a lovely dress! . I hadn’t eaten anything that day and was ravenous and on the hunt for food. Darren had given up searching the search and settled on a falafel which smelled delicious…he was less thrilled with his decision when we stumbled upon the food market; I however was delighted with all the freebies. I had pulled pork, fish and chips, paella, chocolate covered strawberries, chickpea curry and finally:

Galician Octopus.


The Greek vendors urged us to try it. I didn’t want to, Darren didn’t want to. But they were so insistent. We eventually thought “It’s our first day in London-lets try something new”.

They lifted a tentacle……a tentacle and placed it in a nearby pot of boiling salted water for about 40 seconds..
Those scissors you see in the photo, were needed to cut the tentacle into bite size portions.

They struggled to cut the tentacle. Eventually handing us both a portion sprinkled with rock salt. Almost hyperventilating with fear Darren and I shove the tentacle in our mouths.

I chewed and chewed because it was too big to swallow in one go. I crunched a piece of rock salt ( I was convinced it was an eye—then remembered I was eating a leg(of sorts)) against the rubbery meat. It felt like I was chewing for a good five minutes, all the while nodding my head in agreement with the vendors cries of “See, it’s nice yes?”

With one final effort I swallowed the thing. There was a slightly fishy taste, quite like a prawn but stronger.

It wasn’t that bad….

But Darren swears his piece had a sucker on it.

Who would have thought!?

Post Octopus Glee

Day Eight- Here We Go

Am so far behind on these that I would usually give up! But I shall persevere…..


One thing you should know about me is that I am dreadful at lighting fires. Simply dreadful. I act as an extinguisher to the flames, it will just not happen for me. So at work last week my boss asked me to light the huge big open fire. When i said i couldn’t she told me in no uncertain terms to do it.

After lugging loads of big sticks and little sticks through the bar I began the task.


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I did it! Perhaps it was my boss peering constantly at me, perhaps it was because I’ve suddenly found my inner Charmander.

Very satisfying…. I have since tried to light a fire at home to no avail.

This was all probably a FLUke…..




Day Seven — Jump


You’d imagine that’s what would happen if a large needle was making its way towards your precious vein.

Not me, not anymore.

This was my fourth time donating blood. My first time in over a year. I was afraid to donate since I almost fainted at my last donation…( first time in my life that I’ve been close to fainting I may add)

I love donating blood. That’s a strange statement, yet it’s amazing to think that 470ml of your blood is going towards saving someone’s life. Think about what you would do if you knew someone who was sick and needed a transfusion, what wouldn’t you do to help them?

It’s a selfless, simple act that could drastically change a persons quality of life.

I am hoping to donate up my donations to 10 by the end of 2013!

Go on, what are you waiting for, make the jump. Register as a blood donor!

*side note*
It is surreal listening to an audio book of The Walking Dead whilst you’re being drained… 😀


Day four – Role Model(s)

People who I look up to and aspire to be like….or just plain envy!

Joe Keenan & Niall Walsh

Joe Keenan & Niall Walsh


These two have brought so much joy to the people of Cavan. They founded the Café Sessions a bi-monthly night of entertainment held in a small café in Cavan town. They have introduced me to some of my favourite artists! I was there when Raglans first played the café, there when The Strypes were warming up for The Hot Sprockets…The Amazing Few serenaded me for my birthday and showered me with trinkets and i was there when The Strypes had their first headline gig and packed the place.  (Which reminds me i must do a blog about The Strypes…..I have meant to for the last year but i just don’t know where to start!!!)

The point is none of that would be possible without the work of Joe and Niall, What would i have to look forward every second Thursday!?

Joe and Niall….musical messiahs….role models