I put my artwork up.
Remembering I had vegan ice cream. Two types.
Sleeping in until 11am.
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Getting three free beautiful enamel vulva pins through the post.
Putting up my new pictures.
Noticing the changing leaves on the Parkland Walk. And seeing the squirrels with mouths full of nuts.
Mainly spent the day sewing vulvas.
Sat at my desk for the first time to do creative things and draw vulvas.
Finally in the mood to put up and change around the artwork in my room around the new desk and lamp.
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.
Doing some yoga.
My first online Period Party – and it went so well!!
The beautiful artwork Becky has made for me. Can’t wait to get my hands on it!
Going swimming. Especially after I almost didn’t.
Taping up the mouse holes in the bathroom. It was quite therapeutic to just focus on tape and holes.
Getting 50% off some great, personalised vulva artwork. Can’t wait!
A card from my parents. The artwork is so similar to mine from uni.
My lovely doctor. I really liked him.
I went to the gym. Operation positive is on.
Loud singing, home alone.
Reading in the sun
Jonny freaking out about boarding passes. But pretending to be cool. But seriously. Do it now.
Putting up a few new bits of decoration. Bit of a wood, wicker and trees situation going on.
Going to the Tate. Watching the construction guys descend from the roof. The beautiful new galleries. Stepping into the cubes. Being alone in the room with the lights. Writing with a coffee. The views from the top floor. The wonky sculptures. The bubbling tubes. Lying in the cage. The beautiful concrete staircases.
Drawing birds and listening to guilty feminists.
Jonny, beers in the pub, a brilliant tart, jam tarts that burnt our mouths, cigarettes, GBBO in bed and gay chat. A brilliant Wednesday night.
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