Thursday, 28 January 2010
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
A new Friend
Natanya Waybourne went to the shops to buy... some wool, Natanya Waybourne went to the shops to buy some wool and this tiny little bunny she found. She was just looking up at me from a shelf near the wool. She was surrounded by other pets and barn yard animals but she didn't have any friends I could tell. But now she is sitting on my bookshelf with all the other bunnies I've collected. They are all happy now; they sing to me when I sew.
By the way... I keep hearing gremlins underneath my floorboards. At least I think they are gremlins, they don't sound like mice - unless they are the ones that followed me from the horrible house and they are in fact mice, but dressed as gremlins; mice on the run, or on the prowl... evil mice. by the way ladies and gents and petals it's 2am again (the gremlin-mice just got louder) and I'm tired. But In other news I made two pretty frocks today, one is covered all the way up in frills and lace yum.Monday, 25 January 2010
From now till March I will be maily sewing...
... and sewing , and sewing, and sewing ..... la la lalalala lala la! a dress a day: sore fingers, waking up early and not enough coffee. Salads and water and (never enough cheese) DVDs I don;t watch, but they are on in the background. No TV, but I long for some project catwalkrunway right about now - is there another series on yet?? I'm behind with the listings :(
Waking up early (early for me, not other folk) is driving
me a little crazy, I have made myself a bizarre schedule that I keep not sticking to all the time, but it is stuck on my wall. I'm going to let myself stay up till 3am though, can I live on 6 hours sleep? I'm sure I can. I lit all the candles in my room earlier, I was trying to make it seem like day so I'd plough on as though I'd just got up, but it didn't work and just made me a little dreamy... it's 2am now, I should go ... it's too late to sew (I also gave myself a sewing curfew); my machine cries when I use her too and the neighbours don't like the sound, so I shall make another leg warmer to match the one I made last night, otherwise one of the models will look wonky. Or I could make a storyboard: I'm thinking of making a little vidoe advert for the show etc :) or maybe I will try to sleep...
Waking up early (early for me, not other folk) is driving
Tuesday, 19 January 2010
Fashion Show Ahoy


Saturday, 16 January 2010
Speed photoshoot: Faster!!

Me and Luna had an amazing photoshoot sesh today, she is the Moon, as her name says she should be ... and then we did a massive set change in a tiny space in my room and in a tiny time frame, like 60minute makeover. Then we did the pics for the flyer for the fashion show, I needed something on my head, we tried to find a floppy hat but were running out of time so the plant came to the rescue.
After all of the clicking and pasting of make up I ran off to meet David for his birthday... we went to see the Pop life exhibition, were there was a room of porn and arty folk were looking at it far too eep as though it was art (it was literally seperate pages of a porn mag from the 70s in a frame... and we all know 70s porn was the worst)
Then off to the pub that I can't remember the name of, the one where the pretty bar maid works... ah - the lock tavern, to meet Saheena ... then to the ice cream place where we all sat like teenagers to eat big piles of ice cream. YUM. :)
The I went home to fight with my computer ... we have a complex relationship.
Tuesday, 12 January 2010
I said I'd Write about you but I can't
But I did love the bleakness where poetry should be written, the sound of Joanna Newsome and the view from outside, the red sky, and the colour of mustard.
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Monday, 11 January 2010
Texting her around the corner...
It's like a game, and you have a pretty smile that I wanted to kiss - but we will wait, she said. Then the men wouldn't give us a lift and I walked infront of their cab up the street to the front door. Before the pub, before the pretty girl was fun too... Jessica read my tarot which was good, I mean she said good things so I'll keep wishing and maybe all of them will come true. Then we talked about being housemates in an obnoxious loft or somewhere grand, where we could write and be arty. Then we went to the pub, the local... then we're at the beginning of the story again.
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