Friday 29 July 2011

She Knows Me So Well. She Knows Me Like I Know Myself.

So, this is my first ever blog.

I must confess that I feel very sheepish and sort of vulnerable looking at the bright white, empty screen. This nervousness is, more than likely, due to the fact that I don't really have a way with words. 
I do talk.
A lot.
All the time. 

I just natter away about anything and everything. Nobody needs to prompt me either, I start and then I can't really stop and usually when I'm nervous it's ten times worse! Most people seem to shy away into the background when they're on edge. Not me! I talk! My friends and family would definitely agree that I am definitely 'A Chatterbox' but I've never really written before. I've been tempted to blog for a while but being with my family today has given me the final push. So I've been extremely brave, decided to 'Man Up' and here I am :) 

As I said previously it was my family who inspired me to blog today. I am the eldest of the Lacey offspring. I have two younger siblings, my brother Daniel, 19 tall, gangly, obsessed with musical theatre and completely hilarious. He never fails to have me in stitches! And my sister Elysha, blonde haired and blue eyed. She’s the typical teenage tear away, rebellious, beautiful and loads of fun.

Growing up me and Daniel were very close but the five year age gap meant that Elysha and I never quite saw eye to eye. She wore my make-up and used my clothes to play dress up. She ripped the head off my favourite Barbie doll and cut her hair playing ‘Hairdressers.’ She couldn’t sleep without the light on and she pestered me none stop.
Trying to explain this to my parents was no use.

Elysha being the youngest (and far cuter than me) she always got whatever she wanted and never got into trouble for anything.

My parents would always come out with the same phrase ‘When you’re older, you’ll get along’ and I’d stomp up the stairs cursing under my breath.
As I’d sit on my bed, (The top bunk in the bedroom Elysha and I shared) I’d wonder how that could ever be the case? Surely she would always be this annoying?

I looked over at her, sitting on my Grandma’s couch, today and yes, she is still very annoying but my Mum and Dad could not have been more right.

Elysha and I have grown a lot closer recently, particularly these last two years. We sit and talk together, gossiping and laughing about the latest scandal at her school. We do our hair and nails together. (She does her tan aswell but I’m good in that department!) 
We have sleepovers in the holidays too, where we stay up all night watching films and stuffing out faces with whatever we can find in the fridge.

Elysha is always there for me. Whenever I need her she’s always on hand no matter what time it is, what plans she has or what I need to talk to her about. She'll never turn her back on me and she always tries her best to cheer me up when I'm down. 
Yes she’s still annoying.
Yes she still wears my make up and clothes and believe me we still row about it!

I looked at her today and she’s more than just my sister, she’s one of my closest friends and as much as we are incredibly different we fit incredibly well together and I wouldn’t change her for the world. 
And I love her. 
Moon face and all.