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My big cleaning frenzy – dusted skirting boards, scrubbed shower curtains and removed dead moths.

Screen printing. Finally!

Seeing Jo in the afternoon for tea and a walk. And hearing about how she mistook her new pregnancy nipples for a finger when she was in bed.

Dog cuddles with Nina during my haircut.

My boob print from Lydia arrived.

Spending the morning chatting to Sarah at the Olympic Park. It’s been 6 months.

The beautiful tree exhibition at the Hayward Gallery.

A delicious Japanese lunch on my own.

Yoga nidra, home alone and listening to the rain

Researching and writing up the Big Plan.

Library books! I’m so glad it’s back open.

An evening to myself, doing yoga, reading, cleaning, booking gallery trips and deciding to not go to Will’s party tomorrow.

Getting the lino prints from Jo through the post.

MILFs on holiday chat.

Switching off my laptop for a few days.

Putting up my artwork from Becky.

Talking to Ben about our eco centre.

Starting a new pattern. I’m confused but I’m excited to get them made.

The colour of the walls in the Beardsley exhibition at the Tate. That dark turquoise.

An accidental boyfriend/girlfriend chat. And a whole day together.

A weird but good play about canabalism in the Vaults at Waterloo. Lots of ketchup. I loved the atmosphere down there too.

I made a boob pot. And I added my freckles and moles.

Walking past the beautiful homes in Hornsey, as the sun shone.

Baking and cooking. A nut loaf and some biscuits. It’s nice to have a Sunday afternoon alone in the flat and to finally feel like I’m cooking someone good again.

Stepping into the hot shower.

Leaping onto the train as the doors began to shut. Can’t believe I made it.

Getting my vulva cast in a lovely sunny studio.

Being in Brighton, walking along by the sea and remembering places I went with nan when I was a kid.

I made my dungarees fit.

I did a beautiful screen print.

I had a really funny evening celebrating my birthday at Bonningtons with the London Eggs.

MY CUTE LETTERING. So pleased with this.

Taking the afternoon to myself. To sew, eat brownies and do yoga.

Jo at the school being so grateful for my help in getting rid of some of their furniture.

Following a cute dog to work.

Buying all the rainbow fabrics for Freddie’s present and starting my leaf piece.

Malt loaf. It’s so damn good.

A walk through Hampstead Heath with cute dogs and sunshine and a view of London.

Camden Arts Center. One if my favourite galleries in London. So calm and beautiful and never ever busy.

A nice message from Andrew.

Green smoothie and berries for breakfast with tea and some Murakami.

Walking walking walking and meeting Jonny at the White Cube

Watching a bit of the marathon. It’s surprisingly emotional.

Went to celebrate Rochelle’s first birthday of Luna Spot. She was so happy to see us and her stuff was beautiful. Well worth making the effort to go out into the wind.

A sofa afternoon. Sewing Bee. RuPaul. Watching Jonny play games.

Cutting my hair and having a shower before bed. It’s so relaxing.

The Tracy Emin exhibition at the White Cube. God I love that gallery.

Finishing off my skirt. I did it. I made it. I hand sewed the button holes and I finished it and it looks good.

Rewired the lamp (again). I love doing that.

Another Roger salad for breakfast

He text me first!

Learning how to weave. I absolutely loved it

Free use of a Tate card. Hello multiple exhibitions.

My (male) doppleganger.

The breakthrough dance show Jo took me to for my birthday. Such amazing dances.

Red art. Looks like period blood.

The Taylor Wessing Photography exhibition.

New face wash.

The Supremes as vulvas, from Alex.

Vegan haggis. No idea why it was called haggis but it was so tasty.

A casual morning, waking up next to Han and going out for brunch before cake and The Office

The cup of tea. Feeling grown up and in control.

The sky between the building as the sun set. It was better than this photo. By about a million.

Meeting the Maya Centre and agreeing to volunteer for their art sessions to encourage body positivity. I feel *so* good about this. It brings together so many facets of my life and my skills and my passions. Vagina education, reclaiming your body, being proud of your genitals, fighting mental health, recovery from sexual assault, helping women, being part of the sisterhood, art and crafts and how they can help with healing, using my facilitator and trainer skills and doing more volunteering. This just feels so good. I’m so proud of me.

I can use the funding for Vagina stuff! Hurrah!

The Winter Crafts Wellbeing Hour. Lots of people came along and they really liked it!

An evening with Jonny. Eating dinner together. Watching shit TV. Eating too much.

Self love life drawing. Drawing. And being drawn.

Doing a second pose that wasn’t so scrunched up.

Letting myself walk calmly down Oxford St.

Eggs lolz in the morning with Alec and Doug.

Having the morning to myself and sitting in the sunny living room ordering food processors and hoovering and waxing and eating cheese on rye bread

The leaves at the new photography centre at the V&A.

Making a turmeric latte.

Dinner, drinks and coming home with Stuart

Doing some embroidery again

Cleaning. I like having a clean house

Being outside having a walk in the sun along the railway line

The art house on Naoshima that was totally dark but also actually wasn’t. Really cool. Left you smiling and laughing at how your mind and your eyes work.

The ferry across to Teshima.

The adorable tiny cafe for lunch with the vegetarian meal and the creamy vegetables and the fruit because we had no meat.

Hiring electric bikes. It felt so free and fun. And so necessary to have the electric boost!

The red art house with the fish and the mirrored toilet.

But mainly, Teshima Art Museum. I’ve never been to an exhibition or gallery as good in my life. It’s knocked all the rest of them off the top. It was incredible. The size, the shapes, the light, the water and the way it moved. The way it left no trace. It was outstanding.

Discovering our creepy looking hostel is actually an adorable place with a beautiful shower room and a delicious vegetarian dinner. Don’t just a hotel by its run down Soviet looking cover.

Naoshima. The lines, the curves, the light, the galleries, the nature, the cute streets, the heat. It is perfect.

The walk back from the gallery to the hostel.

The crab. Gabby the Crabby.

A carrot and egg sandwich. With raisins.

The William Morris gallery and grounds. Including the organic apple Pip ice lolly. Mega delicious.

Telling Stuart I love him in the park.

Singing ‘we’re all going to the zoo tomorrow’.

Oh and ‘the rice had about 5 or 6 minutes left. So I’m going for a poo’

I went to the gym for the first time in forever. I went an hour before it opened by accident so it was completely empty.

A couple of the photos at the Sony World Photography Exhibition.

A night out in Brixton with the London Eggs.

Day one in New York. The Highline, getting into the Whitney and the Guggenheim for free, walking through central park, meeting amazing dogs, cheesecake, seeing lots of American things and going on the subway for the first time. With Holly hustling us on and then immediately off, saying ‘was there a shit in there?!’

Staying up till 5am by mistake, sending Stuart lots of voice messages and talking about sex for an hour in the bathroom before bed.

Wearing a plastic bib and gloves to eat boil in the bag shellfish for dinner.