Archives for posts with tag: vagina


Tony’s leaving party. Cheese, clotted cream and James’ brilliant quiz.

Flesh light chats with Alec and Jonny.

Someone is getting a tattoo of my vagina design. So weird but so cool. 


The grass is growing. And my first tomato is turning red.

The Dreamers Awake exhibition at the White Cube. But mainly the carved wooden vaginas. 

Wearing my new swishy skirt and feeling pretty fabulous. 


Yoga. Distracting, stretchy yoga.

Grace and Frankie. Especially the vagina chat. Yas queens. Then when I was searching for a photo for this blog I discovered that Frankie does vagina artwork. God I love her. This is one of my favourite pieces by Frankie Bergstein.

Hearing from J Lo. Bambee. Glad he’s keeping that going.

Did my tax return. I saved WAAAAAAY too much money. I’m suddenly rich!

Made fanny jokes with a woman I don’t know in the Wigan office. Sent her my vagina bowl in return.

Going and buying a card in the afternoon. I got to walk in the sun, listen to some music, flirt with a cute guy and get away from the office. It was a perfect mini break


The Period Party! Everything about it was just so amazing! The unexpected friends, the love, the laughter, the vulvas, the glitter, the donations and the pub quiz.

Not to mention the accidental anal sex talk in front of my boss, sharing the vulva book and having people tell me that I’m hilarious. Guys, stop…

What an amazing evening! I’m totally buzzing and so proud of myself. 


Wearing my new shirt to work.

Getting this beautiful embroidered vulva in the post. Ready to be won at my Period Party. Alongside a beautiful note from the artist. 😘

Having an evening to myself. Sorting myself out. Cleaning, organising, cooking and eating vegetables. I feel a bit more back on track.


Lunch in the garden in the sun. Just like we always used to.

Going shopping for the Period Party. Dad rummaging in a basket of stamps to find a V stamp to use as entrance stamp. I love my dad.

A sunny walk around the river and going into the charity shop. Walking out with a sick new shirt. Thanks dad. 😘


Beautiful, peely tube walls.

Working from home, talking to myself.

Jesus peering through a vagina. From Becky.


Boobs song from Jen. “My vagina… Which is somewhere on my stomach”

Getting the report done. Almost there.

A night with Matt, watching pottery and doing online dating on the sofa.

Work drinks. Lots and lots of drinks.

Hearing that people liked my vagina pot. And that Bob’s eyes almost popped out of his head. I guess I’ll be remembered.

Chips. Hot, salty, mayonnaise covered chips.