Greetings from Sumo!

To follow my fellow bloggers introductions:

Me and my mane on full attack...don't ask what the green slime is in my glass!?

1. You know me as Sumo-

A more traditional Sumo.

Definition: A form of wrestling in Japan in which a contestant wins by forcing his opponent out of the ring with any part of his body other than his feet, contestants usually being men are of great height and weight.

Translation: When I was born my lovely sisters told my parents I looked like a Sumo, due to my fat and wrinkly appearance. The name stuck. Subconsciously I reckon the knowledge of this nick name contributed to my competitive and fiery nature (I am a nice too though!). Like all of my fellow contestants I’m of great height, ( 5 ft 9),  but unfortunately the great weight was shed at age of 3 or 4 and I am in fact a female..    

2.My real name is laced in Irishness so if you’re ready for it , here we go! It’s Eimear. Ok so basically if you’re not Irish it’s unlikely you’ll have heard of said name and also unlikely you’ll be able to pronounce it. I suppose it’s easier if you spell it like this- Eemer. Or else, just call me Emma – this is usually the case when I’m abroad.  Myself, I’ll be sticking with Sumo- it’s easy and it’s really grown on me over the past while! I also like the fact that people can inaccurately imagine me as a fashion blogger who, in her private time, throws all 22 stone of herself around a ring. Actually I’m definitely investing in a Sumo costume!

3. My most defining feature is probably my enormous mane of blonde hair. Think Mufasa Lion King. It’s unruly and a nightmare in the heat and humidity- think Monica Friends. But I love it!

4. After saying that, I think I’m going to introduce my mane to the dark side of life over the next few days. It’s a terribly scary prospect but I reckon I’ll have just as much fun as brunette!

5. I love to read. I study English literature and I blame books for filling my mind with all the crazy notions it contains. At the moment, I’m reading  ‘Junky’ by William Borroughs which inspired Katie Eary’s current collection- READ IT!

6.  As well as books, partying has definitely taken its toll on the components of my mind. Never one to sit in the corner, you’re most likely to see me jumping  around the dance floor, hair completely out of control flicking innocent strangers in the face. From time to time I’m not unknown to pull out an attempt an Irish jig, which is quite embarrassing- I think I get it from my mother. I certainly don’t go in for that reserved, pretty and proper look- how do those girls have any fun at all?

7. Music keeps me functioning. Soundtracks are my thing at the moment- Pulp Fiction, True Romance, Almost Famous, Dirty Dancing..my Ipod is very happy with me. ( A month ago all it was allowed play was electro)

8. I have a serious jacket addiction. My wardrobe rail is laden down on one side with leather, feathered, furred, shouldered, sequined and denim jackets of all sizes and shapes. For a while I tried to control my addiction but recently had a breakthrough- as I don’t have an addiction that harms my body, I’m almost entitled to one that harms my wallet? Yes, it’s a pitiful excuse but it condones my behaviour and that’s all I care for.

9. I love crisps. Chocolate is nice. But crisps are my thing. Sour cream and Onion.

10. My greatest fear is masks. Above death, being buried alive, creepy crawlies and all those unpleasant things I fear masks. Needless to say, Halloween is not my favourite time of year.

To summate:  So I’m not an 22 stone Sumo, but it might be nice to think of me as one. Don’t underestimate the power of my hair- its flicking abilities can make a grown man cry. If you ever need someone for a session I’m your woman. Buy me books, jackets and sour cream and onion crisps to take away my fire. Never, ever come at me in a threatening way with a mask- My mane is awlays ready for attack.

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