Archives for posts with tag: vaginart

Getting half way through my very delayed commute, in the rain and deciding to just enjoy the walk and forget about being annoyed because it doesn’t matter. That was a good feeling.

Having all the housemates together in the living room. For possibly the first time since Christmas. Lauren bullying Mike for being a t-shirt stained mess. Ivan sneezing into Becky and pulling a muscle. I made a great cereal protest joke. 

GIF-ing with Jen and James instead of doing any kind of work whatsoever. 

Also I just loved this vagina image from @rudooles 

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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.


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.


International Women’s Day. Proud, uplifted and inspired. Every year. Plus my colleague bought in green, purple and white snacks to celebrate. I loved the appropriateness of the jammy dodgers.

The perfect pubes on this embroidered vulva.

Watching 20th Century Women. The perfect IWD date with Jo.


Such a smiley day.

Seeing my Instagram again this morning and all the positive comments. 

Holding a really good group interview. Lots of laughter.

Finding out about my job. Finally.

Having 11 days of holiday to take. In April. HELLO HOLIDAYS. 

Seeing the space for the period party. It’s going to happen! 

….And the guy came up with cunting – vagina bunting! 

Spending the evening texting J. And showing him my pathetic food situation. Followed by burnt toast. 😞


The training today. It was bloody terrifying being filmed but I did it and I got really good feedback and that feels great!

Having my vagina artwork talked about in the training. I am just bringing the V word to every occasion these days. 

Silly Snapchats.

Clean scarf. It smells so lovely. I keep smooshing my face into it.
Completely fucking up the crossword at lunchtime with James. Loads of lols.

Final pottery class. This week, glazing. So I now have two vagina pots!