Firstly, I will say that my body and I have had our ups and downs. I treated her terribly in my twenties. And so she decided to teach me a lesson. Somewhere between 23 and 24 she stopped conquering junk food and just got (dare I say it) fat. I hated myself for […]
A few months ago you may have seen me make a formal commitment to my novel, promising myself (and the blogging world) that I would work on it every Friday afternoon. At it stands, this is not going so swimmingly, I have written a grand total of no chapters.
When the maid found him he was strapped to the toilet. Naked. Rope wrapped around him and the white porcelain bowl that he hugged. His head slumped in past the seat. His skin pulled at his spine as it curved over each bobbled bone. Across the ridge was a detailed engraving of a panther, pink.
In a bid to collate my chaotic collection of loose pages I have invested my pretty pennies in a journal of the leather bound kind. One day soon these loose thoughts will have transmogrified into something bookshelf worthy. And what publisher could possibly resist a manuscript written entirely in pink ink? #100happydays #day58
Today’s happiness stars a shopping bag loaded with a fuchsia cockatoo and a boy’s batman sweatshirt. The bird will join our household zoo of exotic creatures in rainbow shades. The sweatshirt will join my hare-brained wardrobe. #100happydays #day50
Cat socks. Beaming in luminous pink and purple. Just because my wardrobe is often muted in colour, does not mean my feet aren’t euphorically dancing in their shoes amidst rainbows. If I had a cat I would call him McQueen. Or Mr Whiskerson. Both sound rather grand. And they’d suit a squishy faced Persian. #100happydays […]