I travel, I plant, I paint (mainly walls), I scoot, I tie dye, I write

Spoon full of sugar, and all that. I still have to find the fun and make tidying a game, Mary Poppins knew her stuff.. You know the millions of personality tests, I’m always the type who has messy surrounds and is not only is fine with it, can thrive creatively in it. I’m also the …

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At the end of August this year something metaphorically kicked me up the arse. Not enough time has passed for hindsight, so I won’t ponder on the whys of what happened – all I know is that something happened and it made me start selling on the internet. I’m not selling anything to you now, …

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It’s unknowingly become a tradition to send my Mum the most ridiculous postcards I can find on my travels. It started when I lived in Malta and she came to visit. While she was with me I was secretly finding the worst postcards and sending them to England for when she’s back home. They said …

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You need to be tested. Sentences pop into my brain every once in a while which sums up what I’m feeling or even advice for getting through it. It’s almost like there’s someone else in here with me that just points something out which steers me in the right direction. There isn’t a little man in …

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In light of my recent darkness, I try to embrace any warmness, any positivity, that I can. I have explained this to friends in the past, for example; why I don’t like horror films. There’s too much darkness in my brain, I dont need it on the outside too.  So although it almost feels fake drawing …

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It’s not my knot It can’t be It doesn’t feel like home Some perpetrator has nested into my body Gathered the broken twigs of stuff I’ve known Assembled a cosy back story And haunts me with it Without permission or permit. It’s not sorry It has set up shop and is doing very well, actually …

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I put on makeup today. It’s been just over a week. Maybe it’s not a big deal, but I suppose this symbolises how hard I’m trying to help myself. Oh my god, if only I could not wash, lay in bed and forget there’s an outside world. Today I’m acknowledging there’s a world – hi world, how …

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