I've been thinking about this space and it's function - why do I blog? How regularly do I want to blog? What do I want to talk about?
It turns out I have a lot of pet peeves (a lot more than 5, that's for sure). Instead of continuing to break my head over which ones to pick or leave out, I've put in the first 5 that came to mind, in no particular order (WARNING: Long blog with GIFs. Apologies in advance.)
One of our end-of-school teacher's meetings was dedicated to painting cloth bags (the blessings of working at a wonderful, alternative school). The idea was to paint something that represented a part of our identity. Mine started out with doodles, that turned into an ambiguous bird ...
Sitting at my Grandma' dining table, I had a go at this: It's not shaded or finished. Half way through, I found parts of my 'subject' 'disappearing'.
This one is of a woman on a cover of Femina. The original and the drawing look quite different. "That's okay", I placate myself, "creative liberties, and all that"....
Where would I like to see myself in ten years? A more graspable question, I think, is what are some of the elements I'd like my life to have...
I'm pretty sure I borrowed the term 'singledom' from the Bridget Jones' Dairy series. Don't judge. It serves me well here. And in my head. Also, small disclaimer - I'm REEEEEAALLY glad this is an anonymous blog. Hee. Hee hee.
I hated reading as a young child; mainly because reading seemed to require stillness, and I hated sitting still (with the exception of daydreaming). Sometime around the age of 8 or 9, this changed.
