Why not, then?

Cleansing The Soul
I want to be honest, completely honest, with you, and myself...but I feel unable to be.
Life is not an American romantic comedy in which everyone lives happily ever after and people sympathise with the underdog, and hate the main guy cos he's a dick.
People will judge me and hurt me, and take sides.
I will not be forgiven and I will not be rewarded for being so honest.
It is at this time that I want to run away and start again. Uno, like I tend to do every 3 years or so.
Make new friends, live in an unfamiliar space, fuck someone different.
It's no longer practical to do this though. I have grown attached to my home, my friends, and my work.
I want to divulge...everything. Cleanse my soul so to speak. Perhaps I should see a professional? Perhaps I should just write it all down, post it to a random address and hope the recipient enjoys my confessions...

I posted this piece on another blog back in May and since then, I have sent two letters to random addresses.
You might think that's a pretty weirdo thing to do, but I don't really dig 'normal'
I've been [not so] quietly freaking out about my impending birthday this week, about getting old [er], losing my adolescent type qualities, my spark, my quirks.
Because I am in no way ready to be my age, I have been doing things such as sending letters to strangers. It's a way of reminding myself I'm rash, vital, comical, naive, excitable and alive.

Next project, talk to strangers...

Ouistiti met Mr. Stamp

Since my brother and his wife gave me some wooden printer blocks for Christmas last year, I've had a fascination with them.
I'm not a collector of anything really, but if I was, it would have to be gorgeous, simple, handmade delights such as these.

 In fact, anything small and vintage really fills me with delight at the moment, and my favourite place to gush right now is:  http://davidmetnicole.com/

There is so much to drool over. Every birthday till I'm 50 can be satisfied there, easily.
Check out the Letters/Signage and Small Items categories especially.
Oh, did I mention my birthday is at the end of the month?...

Movember

Can I just say that Movember makes my knees weak...

Little known fact...
When I was 26,  I dated a really great guy who had a 70's porn-star mo [true, he was also a great dancer and loved single malt] but since then, I have always had a soft spot for a hairy upper lip on a guy.

So it's no surprise then, having the amazing view I have at work, that I should be in mo heaven at the mo [terrible pun, I know]

Sure there are many men that just shouldn't sport a moustache, but I've spotted more than a few who [in my expert opinion] shouldn't remove them once Movember is over. I've been making a point of telling them too.

Ok, so initially the mo doesn't feel so great on our soft, lady skin, but get it to a certain length, and it's no bother at all.

So to all the men putting up with heckling from their mates, whining from their ladies and weird looks from older family members...I salute you.

Mo's are hot. Full stop. That is all.

You can see more gorgeous men and their mo's here: http://www.la2day.com/fashion/photo_spread_these_men_have_moustaches

Lately

What I've been doing lately...

Playing cards [UNO, Gin Rummy] at the pub on Sunday afternoons.

Playing 20 questions with my work colleague when we're bored.

Picking up tourists.

Patting other peoples dogs...even the unfriendly ones.

Cutting my fringe with nail scissors.

Writing letters and posting them to random addresses...surprise!

Feeding the ducks and other birds, in Rymill park.

Watching the night sky from my back lawn, in the wee hours with special friends [sometimes eating eggs, sometimes toast]

Taking barefoot midnight walks on wet median strips, glass of red in hand...fun!

smiling. till. it. hurts.

What have you been up to?

P is for Polaroid

Looksie what I rediscovered going through old boxes today!

This was given to me by a very special friend, close to ten years ago.

 

It is one of the best gifts I have ever received [this, and a boxed set of 6 single malt whiskys]

 

The plan is to source some film for it, then go on a [very expensive] shooting spree soon.

 

New ink

For some time now, I have been wanting to expand on my tattoo. I've not been in a huge hurry, because, as with the first one, this one has to be just right. I've been on the lookout for the perfect tree silhouette and think I may have found something that comes close. I'm thinking I'll have my bestie [who's an amazing artist], tweak it and fit it in around what I already have.

Can you guess which tree out of these it is?

 

I also really like the idea of incorporating birds into the image but I suspect, unless I go large enough, they are going to look like small black blobs...not cool.

This image is from http://www.noaherkesphotoworld.com/NoahErkesPhotoWorld-Home.html

Soon...

I wonder what it is that is going on in the universe at the moment.
Things seem a bit back-to-front.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining,
I'm just curious.
I've lost my communication skills.
I'm drawn to something different.
My powers are fading.
Friends are becoming acquaintances.
Acquaintances are becoming friends.
Smiles are more powerful and frowns are being ignored.
Yet still,
my life is great.

The Time I...

Right, it's time for a shameless plug for one of my other blogs.

This is a little project I've had going for a while now, but submission numbers have been dwindling. I'll admit, I've been terribly distracted recently and what creative energy I have, has been poured into my personal blog.

If you have a story you'd like to share, feel the need to offload something, or just can't afford therapy anymore, how bout sending your tales to me...

http://thetimei.wordpress.com/about/

Lesson #1

People often say we look alike, Menue and I.
She teaches me many lessons, [some of which I learn reluctantly]
We like to be serious.
We like to be silly.
We like to hang out at my local cafe, drink coffee and talk about life.
She's turning out to be a great friend.