Sunday, April 18, 2010

Anne Taintor

How I love you. Your art makes me happy.

The end.


P.S. Changing nappies isn't so bad, but we all like a good bitch sometimes.

Friday, April 16, 2010


Drew yesterday for the first time in a long time.
Unfortunately, my mad skillz are rather rusty.
I enjoyed it immensely though, as I was still on a high from seeing the Masterpieces from Paris exhibition at NGA... Thus the hommage to Toulouse- Lautrec
I'm pleased with the results, despite the obvious shortcomings.

And... Am planning a cake for my brother's 30th birthday, with a 50's style modern pin up girl.
Am excited!

Love and kisses


I'm thinking I should return to work.

It's been almost a year since I was last gainfully employed.
Unless you can count producing and caring for a baby as employment...
Which I actually do.

However I'm definately feeling the lack of the folding green stuff that comes with paid employment.
Which coincidentally, where I'm from, neither folds, nor is green (unless its a far larger note than I usually carry in my wallet).

The hard part, apart from finding work that will willingly accomodate a breastfeeding mother in an uncertain economic climate, is figuring out what exactly I want to, and am willing to do.

Which is the subject of my increasingly scattered thoughts.
At this point I'm open to any and all suggestions.

I think I might ignore my financial situation for the moment, and try again to get my little miss to go to sleep, without dragging me off to the land of nod with her.

Work is so much easier.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Test run/ Introductions

Demented rants.

Thats probably where I should start, as I’m fairly sure that is where this blog will end up.

Just me, bitter and twisted and railing at the world... All to the massive audience of my insanely cackling sister...

But I start out with slightly higher, and hopefully slightly nobler, aims.

I am a 26 year old mother, at home with an eight month old little person...

She’s hardly a baby, she’s far too serious for all that. We’ll call her Young Madam.

I have a wonderful husband, also 26, who I’m yet to think of a name for...

Perhaps he shall be Mr Perfect (after the shirt of the same name my mother gave him... And I thought MIL’s were supposed to dislike their SIL’s, not inflate their already healthy egos!).

He’s perfect for me, regardless. Perhaps that was her point all along.

I’m a bit of an information junkie, and I find most anything interesting. I have a massive sweet tooth. I love making things, and being given handmade gifts. Anything that has had time and effort put into it is something I will wholeheartedly appreciate.

I’m something of an artist, and if I ever get around to going back to uni to finish my degree, I will qualify as a teacher. With Young Madam taking up so much of my time and energy however, that goal seems rather distant at the moment.

This seems like a fairly innocent and inconspicuous, not to mention exceptionally coherent, beginning, so for the time being, I shall leave it at that.

Love and kisses.