Blood, Sweat, Tears.

I applied to donate blood. My mother was a blood donor until the possibility of her being a mad cow meant that she couldn't donate anymore (or that was my child brain understanding of it), so I figured I'd take up the torch for us. I'm 27. I'm healthy, I haven't had surgery since 2014,… Continue reading Blood, Sweat, Tears.


“2016 is the year I finally get my drivers licence!”

I declared this on January 1st, whilst snuggled on a picnic blanket with my Mister on a sandy little boat beach, after countdowns, kissing, and fireworks. Im twenty-six. I've been eligible for my learner permit for ten years. I've had a learner permit for eight years. It's expired, ¬†been renewed, and is due to expire… Continue reading “2016 is the year I finally get my drivers licence!”

I saw some bands last night.

As the subtle waves of sleepy start to lap at my shore I feel my nails tighten on my arms as I begin the attempt to hold myself together. Relaxation is heavy eyelids and limbs of lead. Enjoying this is spine sinking into pelvis into knees into ankles through the floor. Nights become determinedly introverted… Continue reading I saw some bands last night.


So I've been creating little pieces in between sleep attacks! I'm figuring out whether or not I should start selling my felt pieces after a few friends have suggested it.. Here's a few of the things I've crafted: I've got a little Instagram¬†happening for it. Craft is so great in that it doesn't require a… Continue reading Craftings