Things that make me happy.

I'm not going to lie, I've had a rough year. I've been struggling with a massive amount of change... some of it good, some of it bad, but all of it confusing and hard to process. Tonight, I found myself shut away in my room, nursing the hangover of a lifetime and feeling extremely pathetic. Unfortunately, being the emotional basket case that I am, I seem to only be capable of intense downward spirals of depression when I allow my thoughts get too intense, so in an attempt to distract myself, I trolled through the 606 photos I have stored on my iphone (most of which are from drunken adventures that I don't remember taking). Now, a mere twenty minutes later, I feel much happier. I am so lucky in so many ways, and sometimes I just need to be reminded. I've decided to break my blogging tradition, and create a post consisting of a few things that comfort me... purely for my own enjoyment, of course.


Cider times with my girl.

My beautiful brother.


My fox.

Me and my Mill.


My awesome jumper.


My nearest and dearests.



These are the things that make me happy.

The hours.

"I would tell you that I wrestle alone in the dark, in the deep dark, and that only I can know. Only I can understand my condition. You live with the threat, you tell me you live with the threat of my extinction. I live with it too."

"I am to be broken. I am to be derided all my life. I am to be cast up and down among these men and women, with their twitching faces, with their lying tongues, like a cork on a rough sea. Like a ribbon of weed I am flung far every time the door opens."

"…this body, with all its capacities, seemed nothing — nothing at all. She had the oddest sense of being herself invisible; unseen; unknown; there being no more marrying, no more having of children now, but only this astonishing and rather solemn progress with the rest of them"

All quotes by Virginia Woolf. I swear her words speak directly to my heart.

Self portrait - Pen and watercolour

From me for mine.

I've always struggled with staying motivated when it comes to exploring creatively. I'm not sure why, but I assume it has a lot to do with the fact that I have the attention span of a 2 year old, and also the fact that if I make a mistake I give up altogether. Without a doubt, the best thing about my house is my lovely housemates, as I'm lucky enough to live with two of the kindest souls I've ever come across. One of these girls is my best friend, who I adore beyond belief and cherish a great deal. The other is her sister, who I also love with all my heart and who shares my interest in art.
Living with these two girls, I've been encouraged to persevere more with my own works. They distract me and make me giggle so often that I find it easier to ignore my self destructive thoughts, which would normally make me bail on a painting halfway through. Recently we had a CRAFTSPLOSION, which mainly involved making a complete mess of the kitchen table, listening to music, and not talking for hours because we were concentrating so hard. It was partly thanks to the wine, but I managed to do a few different things that I'm pretty happy with.

Another reasonably new one. Pretty simple but I've only recently really gotten a hold of the whole "less is more" concept, and now I'm paranoid about wrecking things.