Wow. Howdy!

I have been dressing like a child.

An odd, odd child.

I've been wearing my hair in plaits, and dressing in a swingy skirt, over-the-knee stripy black, white, grey and silver socks, a black v-neck under a little black cardigan, and my very much-beloved mary janes. (I have the dark cherry shiny ones.)



I've also been wearing my new plastic sushi necklace from Girl Props. I know. A plastic sushi necklace. Shaddup.



Ummm, other than the personal aesthetics, I've been concentrating a lot (no, not in the way of that famous blonde joke: "Why did the blonde stare at the orange juice?") on my drawings. I did the Teeny.



That's pretty much the actual size of it. Someone, mentioning no names, suggested I should do the same but on a larger scale. So I'm doing one that's A4, but with the same level of detail. I have spent a lot of the past few days with my eyes about four inches away from the page, making sure I don't fuck it up. It gets to the stage where Matt says something to me, and I don't realise until two minutes later that he's said anything. He had to take the sketchbook away from me the other night because it got to the point where I couldn't unbend my hand, but if I put the book down it just called to me, and I'd think "I could just do a little more..."

I think I've spent about eight hours on it, so far, and I'm nowhere near even halfway through.

My eyes hurt.