So earlier I was checking all my social networking stuff. I would like everyone to know that I am trying to capture the best of the designer maker scene and riding the wave of cool new music and NOT shaking off a Billy No Mates image.
On MySpace I had a new friend request....oOOooOO another crafter making subversive crossstitch or similar I hoped. But NO, it was the official Carol Decker/ T'Pau page wanting to be my mate. Now I can only hope that Carol liked my dirty Nun greeting cards or my was inspired to be-friend me because of my list of interests that include circus freaks, knitting and Charles Bukowski.
Saturday, 31 May 2008
Thursday, 29 May 2008
Nervous
Tomorrow I am going to London to see my friend's exhibition. I haven't seen him in ages, 13 years or so. He has a very very clever, very beautiful girlfriend and a very very successful career in the arts as an agent and artist. I on the other hand have a fat arse and a bad hair-do.
I feel slightly nervous.
Try as I might I can't find an outfit that makes me look anything other than a thrity something My Chemical Romance fan or a aged hooker. My classy Dior eyeshadow set,that I got for Christmas, doesn't give me smoky, sexy eyes, it just makes me look like I have had a scrap with Ricky Hatton.
It seems that my pyjamas and Agent Provocateur fluffy mules are the least offensive things I own.......dear God and Elvis wish me luck.
I feel slightly nervous.
Try as I might I can't find an outfit that makes me look anything other than a thrity something My Chemical Romance fan or a aged hooker. My classy Dior eyeshadow set,that I got for Christmas, doesn't give me smoky, sexy eyes, it just makes me look like I have had a scrap with Ricky Hatton.
It seems that my pyjamas and Agent Provocateur fluffy mules are the least offensive things I own.......dear God and Elvis wish me luck.
Tuesday, 27 May 2008
Like A Lovely New Pair of Socks
Again I try to blog.
I have had about 6 blogs so far.
I get paranoid that I have revealed too much. I think too much about what I write and then get bored. I would love be a great writer but my talent lies in making things.....I could pretty much make a house out of fabric scraps but am rubbish at spelling and grammar. I find writing therapeutic and it means I am not sitting boring my family and friends with my obsessions. If my husband has to hear about why I hate Level 42 one more time I think he might move permanently into the conservatory taking the wine rack with him.
So I embark upon another blog, a more honest blog, a less crappy blog.
I have had about 6 blogs so far.
I get paranoid that I have revealed too much. I think too much about what I write and then get bored. I would love be a great writer but my talent lies in making things.....I could pretty much make a house out of fabric scraps but am rubbish at spelling and grammar. I find writing therapeutic and it means I am not sitting boring my family and friends with my obsessions. If my husband has to hear about why I hate Level 42 one more time I think he might move permanently into the conservatory taking the wine rack with him.
So I embark upon another blog, a more honest blog, a less crappy blog.
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