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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.

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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.

A nice morning together, good sex and a lovely breakfast together at the local cafe. With hash browns.

The brilliant exhibition at Camden Arts Centre. I just love it. It felt so calm.

Takeaway and TV.

Spending the day making vulvas at WOW and chatting about all the vagina. Such a great day!

Watching the twerking workshop. I wish I could have joined in.

Being asked to do more workshops, give talks and come along to Vagina Days.

A delicious French bread breakfast full of fruit, thanks to Alec.

A lovely calming art gallery. With some amazing huge lead books.

The male choir singing in the sauna. Also the sauna. And jumping in the bucket of ice water. Twice.

Coffee and catch ups with my cousin at Tate Britain.

Walking through Green Park, arm in arm. And taking photos for her Bumble.

Going to see a musical last minute for £4. The fight scenes were hilarious!

The Life of Trees exhibition at the V&A. And going there for a general wander around to look at things I wanted to see. It was tough at times but I loved this photo by Bae Bien U.

The condom workshop. Money, free condoms and strong women. 

This goat(?) His nose makes me smile.


A trip to Whitechapel Gallery on my own. It felt good to quietly look at art by myself. I really liked the dance video of all the moonwalking. Which is odd because usually I don’t like video art. But it really made me smile. And the bright yellow thing. That really lifted my spirits.

Seeing Stuart again.

A good position.


Discovered a local department store. The jeans still weren’t right but I ordered what I need. It felt good to explore a bit, even after being here for two years.

A couple of the pieces at the National Portrait Gallery. The moving portraits by Julian Opie were cool. Physically moving I mean, not emotionally.

Jo came round with my P45 and cuddles after work. Really nice to have a mini catch up for about 45 minutes.


Went to the gym and did more than I’ve been doing. Followed by the sauna. Felt pretty smug about that.

Finally finished my application and then managed to smash out another one. Very smug about that.

A bit of crafting in the evening. Vagina Christmas cards and homemade envelopes.


Sticking it out and meeting Kieran to hear about the waste management work. Not what I want, but interesting. And a good chance to feel like I’m good at something.

Lino printing vagina Christmas cards.

A classic date night with Jonny. Too much alcohol, some penis chat and Peteks. Perfect. 

I decided to go for a walk around the park in the morning. And I discovered a beautiful tree. Something about it just spoke to me. I took about a hundred photos of it and sat under it for a while, leaning back on the trunk and having a little chat. The sun was warm and it was quiet and beautiful. It felt so good to be out in the gorgeous blue-skied day.

I took a few of the leaves to do some printing with. They look pretty beautiful too.

A day of boring photos from Stuart in Bath. It made me smile.