Kicking through the bright yellow leaves on the pavement.
The whole wood working day. The bright blue sky, being outside, the fire, making a bowl, the feminist chat at lunchtime, the end result. It was brilliant.
Smelling like wood smoke
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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.
Dad got the job!
I whittled a spatula.
Yes Bitch. K Rizz.
Doing all the things to make me feel better today. Namely:
The cheap and delicious chocolate custard cake.
Sacking off work and just getting lots of life admin shit done – new passport ordered, food bags picked up, books donated, people responded to, face mask…urm…masked.
Then some creative shit. Sketching from the nude photographs I had done and watching a funny video about whittling. Then a smidge of learning some French.
Three little things 