Entering the final hours of 2014...

In many ways the year has gone very quickly. It's been a funny old year - I went through the hardest personal experience of my life, but on the flip side some very positive things have happened. I got married, I received my ordination into the Fellowship of Isis as a Priestess, and I restarted my YouTube channel. All of those have been very positive experiences which I want to carry forward into 2015.

I also plan to open an Etsy shop in 2015 which is exciting - more news on that once I've finalised all the details! I plan to return to Glastonbury in the first half of 2015 with my apprentice to show him all the lovely witchy things about it all and for him to attune to the spirits of place there. I'm going to take care of some personal aspirations including getting a couple more Magi degrees under my belt as well as working with the tarot this year to become a better reader.

As I write this I'm looking up at the moon - waxing high in the sky above me. She looks so beautiful tonight. I love her silvery beauty and the gentle yet powerful light she reflects down onto us.

My Annual Rant

One thing that really, really annoys me is the fact that supermarket clothing ranges have really reduced their sizing brackets. I've just wasted another £7 on a bra because I can't afford to go to Evans or Yours and spend £16 on one. So naively I went to Tesco and bought what appeared to be my size. Just tried to wear it and the fucking thing doesn't even come close to fastening at the back. And of course I can't return it because most places won't accept returns of lingerie.

And another thing - the same supermarkets are now trying to cash in on the fatshion market by including 'plus-size' ranges. Usually in sizes 14-24. I'm a size 26 so I have to go to the dedicated plus size fashion shops. Newsflash, women's bodies don't go up to size 24 and automatically stop. Plus size comes in a lot more sizes than that. I can't believe the clothing buyers haven't cottoned on to this.

Fat shamers will often point to a person wearing clothing that is evidently too small and snidely comment on how awful they look and how they would hate to be fat. Has it ever occurred to them that the person they are bullying (because let's be quite clear, fat shaming is bullying) simply cannot afford to go to a place where underwear costs £5 per pair and bras three times that? I cannot afford to pay £25 for a single pretty top, which is a common price in these stores. If you can fit into Primark's (ridiculously small) sizes then count yourself lucky.

'Well then, they should lose weight' is something I often hear. Great idea, but losing a lot of weight takes time. Should that person simply go out naked until they can fit into the clothes they can afford?

Don't get me wrong, I love plus size ranges and most of them have amazing clothes. Some seem to think that if you're a fat woman you will only need to be seen in flowery prints and tent tops for the rest of your days, or until you slim down.

I am sick of being made to feel like a second-class citizen because of the size I have found myself at due to a medical condition.

Witchy stuff

So it's been an interesting couple of weeks. Since losing my job I've been looking to reconnect with everything witchy and it's been great so far. :) I made a new YouTube channel and started vlogging again, ordered some new herb stocks and I've also been doing the Fellowship of Isis course with the Lyceum.

Today I built a CD rack in my witchy room for the witchy CDs, put the rug down, ordered some herb jars online and tonight I'm up late making herb labels. They look incredible. Some are hard to peel off, but that's nothing a little glue can't fix :)

It's like 1am and I'm still awake. Ooh which means it's officially Samhain day! Samhain blessings everyone!

Organising

So for a while now I've been dissatisfied with my witchy room. It has to double as a space for all our guitars, plus my hamster Gus lives in there as well so it's not really just my room. However we don't have much in the way of storage so it needs a damn good clearout and a rethink.

Getting a new desk for the room as my old one is pants and pretty much falling apart. I got a nice big dark wood one on eBay so will be picking that up tomorrow.

Off to an auction this afternoon with my dad, which should be good. More later once I get home.

Planning my wedding

I've just realised that I haven't mentioned my news on my blog - or at least if I have, I've glossed over it. I'm getting married in six months' time to a man who stole my heart almost 11 years ago and I couldn't be happier. 

It finally sank in last week when I bought my wedding dress. It's the single most expensive clothing purchase I have ever made, but I adore it. It seemed fated when I walked into the bridal boutique and saw it there. Also - the bust size is a little too big, so the only alterations required are to make the bust and straps slightly smaller. That's a hell of an ego boost for a big beautiful woman like myself. :) 

So I've been doing a lot of wedding planning on the weekends, around work and stuff, and it's surprising what I've actually managed to get done. Most of the big stuff is booked and it's actually surprised me how efficient and organised I've been. 

Just wondering what the hell to do with my hair as I'm currently rocking a pixie cut. I like my pixie, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to want longer hair for the wedding day at least. I did consider clip in extensions, but I also know those can look awful with really short hair so hmmm... I'm not sure at the moment. 

So I'm trying not to be a wedding bore but it can be a bit difficult when it tends to preoccupy my thoughts... thankfully my maid of honour has been beyond amazing and I think I would have had a stress fit before now if it wasn't for her. 

More news as it happens. :) 

Spring

Can you guys believe it's March already? How did that happen so fast? It only seems like yesterday we were putting the Yule decorations away for another year. 

I'm K and this is my blog. I named it after the first three words that came to my fiancé's mind when I asked him to describe me in three words. I like it - it's sharp, short and to the point. 

I'm crazy in the sense that I love things that are kind of kooky. I'm a bit eccentric and a lot of my interests are alternative. Some people love that about me, some people hate it. Whichever, I couldn't give less of a flying fuck to be honest. I am who I am and I've learned the hard way that you can't please everyone. In truth, the only person you should be striving towards keeping happy all of the time is yourself. 

I'm sexy - well, that's his opinion not mine but I do like playing with the sensual side of life. I adore clothes and the way fabrics feel. I like to be tactile. I'm learning to trust my body and to enjoy what it can do. 

I'm witchy - well, this is one of the things I could talk at length about. I'm a traditional witch and Ovate, and I've been practising now for 12 years. I am also undertaking a course with the Fellowship of Isis, of which I am a member. All of these things underpin my basic spiritual beliefs which are (in brief) that there are gods and goddesses for every single imaginable aspect of humanity. I suppose you could call me a polytheist with elements of pantheism. My witchy nature is a huge part of my life so expect to see lots about it in this blog. :) 

I commute to work each day and tend to update my blog during my train rides, so if I'm updating early in the morning I warn you that some of my ponderings might not make sense, haha. 

That's basically me. I write this blog as an outlet and as a way to reflect on this crazy life I've been given to live. I welcome you if you're coming along for the ride.