Archives for posts with tag: crafts

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.

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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.

The park was surprisingly warm at lunch. Reading my book in the almost sun with the hazy sky was bliss.

Flirting with Nat.

Crafts with Sarah at the Southbank. And the fireworks on the balcony at the end. Best of all the world’s.

New plants on my windowsill

The surprisingly delicious aubergine brownie

Starting. Starting the building blocks for Freddie, starting the idea of selling the embroidered vulvas and starting the planning for my next vulva party.


First day at my new freelancing job. Making time capsules with recycling materials. FUN! Basically being paid to chat to kids, cut up paper and occasionally pick up bits of cardboard.

Probably got paid more today than I’ve ever been paid in one day before.

Jonny’s giant sharpie penis.


Paper food.

An evening at Sarah’s. Pizza, chocolate, sex chat. 

A long brunch with Holly.

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The ridiculously delicious souvlaki
Sitting in the sun at West Norwood Feast with Rosie and Jim
Feeling inspired by pretty crafts

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Crimble crumble!
Totally nailing the event today. It went really well, they liked the crafts, they liked me. I even stopped shaking and enjoyed myself.
Seeing Suffragette finally.

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The woman who came back into work asking for our old coffee grinds. Yes! It’s working! Recycling is happening.
Finding an event making origami vaginas and drinking copious amounts of tea. By a group called the Clitectives. In a place called the Clit Cave.
There is a hot cross bun left over at work. That means we get to eat it tomorrow.