Made another coat. Still looks a bit like a dressing gown but it’s much comfier.
An exhibition at the Barbican. With Hannah.
First kisses.
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Volunteer day wasnt anywhere near as bad as I thought it would be! In fact I actually enjoyed it!
The vulva exhibition opening. Spotting my vulva and listening to my little audio.
Saying hi to all the squirrels that were around today.
Going to an exhibition!
Sitting in the sun laughing with Sam and Ming.
Having a long lie in
The beautiful tree exhibition at the Hayward Gallery.
A delicious Japanese lunch on my own.
Yoga nidra, home alone and listening to the rain
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.
Mint tea with James. And lots of texting too.
Getting rid of the survey for the canal project. I hated it and I was totally stuck on it.
Meeting and planning with Hani for s vulva exhibition.
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.
The pink blossom under the streetlight outside the library.
Finishing my book in the library.
Walking walking walking walking.
Meeting the Mothership and getting regular vulva workshops and an exhibition!
Cheese. I ate cheese and it was delicious.
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.
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.
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
Going to see my exhibition with Stuart. It was so sweet that he wanted to go see it.
Lying in the park afterwards, in the sun in my dress
Feeling really close to Stuart again.
Putting up my exhibition of clean air posters made by kids. It looks so sweet! I’m really happy with it.
Itsu lunch. Because this week needs it.
Just being with Jonny in the flat, making silly jokes, sharing chocolate, watching him play Assassin’s Creed. We’ve definitely settled in now.
(Plus the beautiful vulva pin and being a photo of Han looking all pregnant and lovely)
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.
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.
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.
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.
A local coffee with Jo. That turned into lunch too.
An afternoon of Tate pottery and too much cake with Sarah. Where she talked total sense and made me realise a few things. I don’t need to trivialise my sadness.
An evening with the housemates. Minus the rubbish one. Matt cooked us a roast. And it was just nice.
Spending the day with Naomi, chatting about all things feminist, life and work.
The Rachael Whiteread exhibition at Tate Britain. And talking it through with Naomi as we walked round. I never do that.
A few hours with Jonny in the evening but not drinking. Then going to bed at 10.
All the art. None of the money. Thanks borrowed Tate Card.
Cortado. Delicious, delicious cortado.
An evening with Matt, menstruating, eating ice cream and watching a weird film. Then having some good discussions with Mike.
Waking up to a room full of sunshine. The sun actually felt warm on my face today. Every year you forget what it feels like and every year it’s a joy to experience again.
Going to two exhibitions in the afternoon. Sticks with Dicks and Slits was funny and the Museum of Transology was really interesting. Also just having time to myself to go was super lovely.
The tube driver. ‘There is no need to rush. I will be driving that tube too. As long as we all cross the platform, we’ll get there together.”
Going to see The Iris by myself.
Continuing the solo date with a walk up the hill in Greenwich park and then a wine in the pub.
Followed by a real date at Street Feast with heaps of delicious food and the pottery show.
The White Cube gallery in Bermondsey. God that gallery is beautiful.
Plus the art work was really cool.
Walking along the river with Jonny. All the way from Greenwich to London Bridge.
Seeing Naomi and hearing how what I did inspired other people.
Looking at the images. Its going to be such a great exhibition!
Shaking, twisting and tapping with Ismay to wake up.
Taking Rankomat photos at Photo London with Corinne.
The incredible perspex leaves by Felicity Hammond.
A free lipstick.
Breakfast in the garden. Toast, fresh coffee, a magazine and sunshine.
Cutting the grass with the strimmer.
Lee Miller: A Women’s War at the Imperial War Museum. The cycle powered hairdressers made me smile. And the production of Vogue in the 1940’s. And just what a badass she was.
Mum and dad.
The Alexander Calder exhibition at the Tate. So so amazing. I could have looked at those sculptures all day.
A night in with Corinne, Vietnamese food, beer and comfy clothes.
Standing by the window at LCR feeling the heat, the sun, the birds.
The Monet exhibition.
Games Night at Holly and Al’s house. With a the delicious food. And so much cheese.
Three little things 