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More orders. This time to Australia. My vulvas are going everywhere.Going back to sleep after I woke up.Reading reading reading. All day.

Roasted green tea and fig jam.

A walk,a mug of tea and a vegan ginger cake with Jo. Plus the beautiful skies on the way home.

Selling lots of vulvas. It’s exciting!

Stickers!

New shoes! Hello All Birds.

The plant in the window is flowering. I didn’t expect that.

Such a productive day! Stickers, thank you notes, cleaning, yoga, sorting.

I mounted this little plant embroidery that I did a while ago.

Running for a few minutes, on the way to pick up the heater.

Looking at my nine growing tomatoes. And telling the Remainers about them.My big pile of sewn vulvas. I’m getting there.Mum sending me a photo of vegan coffee cakes. I feel a bit bad about not wanting to go this weekend after that. She loves seeing us and she loves feeding her family.

Dinner at Jen’s. Including a squash that tasted like honey.

Playing Geist Blitz

Watching the video of me at last night’s Period Party from City News.

My cousin came to the Period Party. I’d totally forgotten she was coming.

Sarah’s talking vulva.

People leaving, saying such lovely things about learning new information and how much they enjoyed it.

Bright yellow leaves. With little dogs sniffing around in them.

Yellow pillowcases, being dyed in my sink.

Pillows of cut offs and bits of felt from the vulvas. A mini (slow) production line.

Throwing orange at Jonathan for him to catch, spectacularly, in his mouth.

Waking up to discover I’ve sold out of all the vulvas.

Bloody Shame. The drink, not the period blood Liv had left there the week previously.

Setting up an Etsy shop and selling 6 out of 9 items within the first hour.

Face timing Jen.

Walking through London, crossing the river, bossing the meeting and talking about pink hippo milk.

The sweet view from the Camden office. For a meeting where I felt pretty knowledgeable.

Adam taking a selfie with my vulva decorations.

A good boss. Letting me take off loads of time for therapy. Talking to me about the Vagina Museum. Helping me with other random things.

This amazingly coloured tree.

Sewing vulvas and listening to podcasts.

Focusing on her nails on my scalp during my haircut.

Photos of Han’s Nana from the list. An awesome sheet of loads of poses.

Chatting to Liv. She’s going to help me with vulva stuff.

Letting myself just go home and sleep and not feeling bad about not doing anything.

The little squirrel digging away.

My Uber driving singing along to Electric Dreams.

A successful vulva workshop at the Environmenstrual festival. People loved it and it was pretty packed out. I had to find more chairs!

Autumn leaves. So bright and colourful.

Walking through the park on the way home. Smelling the nature smells, looking into the pond and feeling quiet.

Sewing vulvas, on the floor of my living room, listening to podcasts.

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.

Hearing birds tweeting all through my morning meditation. I haven’t heard them in a while.

The clouds.

Period Party at Colours. Much more intimate and it went really well. Having Rosie’s smiling face in the corner was so lovely too.

A successful Period Party. Almost £200 raised for Bloody Good Period.

A lovely card and present from Rosie to say thanks for staying in our flat over the weekend.

Getting Cooper to say masturbation, mons pubis and vulva.

I keep writing turd not turf. And it makes me laugh. A lot.

A woman made a play that mentions me. So I went to go see it. And it was good!

Garlic shots, churrus and drinks with Jana and Charlie.

The new river walk with the tiny fluffy birds.

Chatting with a happy Jonny, as I did his ironing.

Lots of vulva business admin. New email, updated shop, new designs. The works.

The man on the bus who told me we were in Finsbury Park because he’d overheard me asking when I got on. So sweet I wanted to cry.

Ruby’s pleasure talk. Meeting a woman who had seen me at WOW, in both capacities. And a woman who had drawn me naked. And realising I don’t need to be like Ruby, I can be by myself.

Walking along the canal in the sun after work. Sitting on a bench, watching a cat watch me from inside a canal boat.

Discovering new storage areas in the basement. And the creepy Scottish puppets dolls down there…

Flurries of emails at the end of the day. The exciting bit of a project when everything feels possible!

Going to lie in the park after work, reading in the sun.

An evening of watching Jonny play Assassin’s Creed and messing about on Instagram, singing stupid things to each other.

I’m in Spanish Vogue.

My cousin walking in in her cycling shorts, going to get changed and coming back still in her cycling shorts.

He text. When I thought maybe he wouldn’t.

Cutesie texts from James that made me happier than it really should have.

The vulva workshop. Such a lovely small group with really great conversations and some good laughs.

The beautiful pink clouds and blue sky as I walked home.

This shop sign.

The photos from Leorgie’s wedding. Jonny jumping, cake cutting, photo bombing and speech giggles.

Having a ridiculously popular Instagram post. Over 3,000 likes so far. PB.

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.

Women sharing their love letters to their vulvas.

Giving myself time to put everything away calmly and as slowly as I wanted.

Smiling in the Uber on the way home, feeling proud of myself for raising another £302 for Bloody Good Period and for bringing sex and vulva positivity to another room of people.