Yesterday was my Mum's birthday. I rarely talk about her to people, but shes always on my mind regardless. I saw this Poem online a few months ago and I saved it because it completely expressed how I feel.

She is Just away

I can not say,
and Will not say
That She is dead -
She is Just Away.
With a cheery smile,
And a wave of the hand,
She has wandered
into an unknown land,
And left us dreaming
How very fair
It needs must be
Since she lingers there,
So think of her faring on, as Dear
In the love of there
as the love of here;
Think of her still
as the same, I say:
She is not dead-
She is Just Away
xo

Change of plan/mind/whatever

I originally planned to use this as an arty blog, a blog where i could discuss all my interests outside of my university life... however due to excessive amounts of work i have been unable to do so, and embarrassingly enough i have only written 2 semi posts which don't even come close to conveying my love of art.

I recently thought about writing. I have opened this window about 4 times, written 3 sentences and hit the delete button. My grammatical skills are not in ship shape condition and my ability to compose short, sweet sentences appear to be lacking. Though, I feel in the past week I have gone back into the swing of writing due to the surplus letters i am sending out to various universities about my Pharmacy course, hence, me re opening this blog.

Regardless of this post what I am trying to say that it won't just be about arty things anymore, maybe I will just keep that seasonal, as in..when I'm in the mood to practise my hobbies.

In the time being i will use this space as a place to rant about whatever pops up in my head :D

xo

Memoirs of a magazine

Mmm I’m not going to start off my new blog by lying, so I’m going to admit to that fact that I thoroughly enjoy reading my flat mate's gossip magazines in the communal kitchen on a Thursday afternoon. Arguably, I might only read the magazines because they are there or I may genuinely be interested in the pointless, untrue tabloid stories...however that is something I'm not going to come clean about. Anyway, I will religiously go to a shop every month to by only one specific magazine... unquestionably it is vogue and I have been reading it since I was about 14. Firstly I have always had a very strong interest in art. I’m in love with photography as I inspired by my father a few years back when I got hold of his old 1970's Pentax MX. Bluntly, I gave up my passion for the arts during my secondary education due to the lack of encouragement from my school teachers. There my dreams of being the next Norman Parkinson had been flushed away and it was time for me to find another suitable career. So now I’m going down the endless path of pharmacy (only endless because there isn't a cure for AIDS yet) which is verrrrrrrrrrrry different to what I could have ever ever imagined. Before I go off on a tangent my main point is about something I came across a week or so ago. Vogue. Ok, last month’s issue contained the article "what are you taking?”. It was essentially a piece about the growing necessary need for appearance enchancening pharmaceuticals and which legitimate drugs 'work'. In truth, this article didn’t do very much for me on a personal level - since I’m not looking for remedies to cure my "anti ageing" and "sagging skin" nor lusting to "pep up my thyroid" glands. But what did attract me, aside from the text, was how everything seems to be intertwined. The article was well written with factual information about the development of pharmaceutical drugs. It breifly explained their roles in moderating the chemical and biological reactions within the human body, which evidently promote ones' so called 'ideal beauty'. Regardless of the content, I believe this physical awareness is important. Certified drugs are being manufactured for all purposes, whether it’s to target cancerous cells, or destroy the bacteria living on the skin which subsequentially deters clear and smooth complexions. It's all for an improvement. Articles like this set a good examples for everyone. We should all take care of ourselves- there is nothing degrading or shallow about it. The article was written by a scientifically educated woman and a pharmacist. My face finally lit up. For the past 6months I had been convinced that pharmacists were uninteresting, labcoat wearing, woodlice creatures that lived under the bricks and cement of their pharmacy shop floor foundations. This brought be back to reality; pharmacists are humans! In fact some are even beauty conscious social homosapiens who make a business out of people's want for perfection! Not all pharmacists survive by scuttering behind a counter with countless prescriptions. There are creative options within this specific industry too, moreover, i've discovered the significant importance and dependance people have of these professionals. Without them the world would be at a loss. Through my little journey of finding myself in this post, I have come to understand that options have to be solely created by youself alone. You decide exactly what you want to achieve in life, no one else (in my case nameless teachers) should have the control over your virtues. So to conclude this ramble I feel a door has been opened. I can change anything. I could even potentially crawl back into the fashion world where I’ve always felt I've belonged to. Lauren, the Vogue Beauty editor? Maybe!

P.s. Check out my flickr account, snoowy3. xo

Welcome

Well I think this happens to be my first blog and first post, so i have a lot of work to do on here. I have started this mainly because I think I will enjoy it..but also because I lovelovelove art--- which is completely aside from the fact that I'm studying pharmacy at university. Anyway i plan to include things that inspire and fascinate me because I feeel these things are important to share! I cant promise anything too interesting but hopefully if you like it then maybe there will be something worth while reading. xo