My poor Tumblr… it seems utterly alien to me now that I have little to no time to spend on trivia and reflection. Even my Dashboard seems so foreign after a busy week of work, friends and the odd aimless doodle.
But life is good.
The internet is a funny place. Beyond the lolcats and the awkward moments, it can affect how people interact with each other -for better or worse. Most people, namely those who find communicating with others face to face difficult, can breeze through the online community with ease, picking up overseas friends and mingling with acquaintances along the way. Myself, however, I’ve never been able to network well with others online. It’s frustrating, particularly when it involves the art community - people and artists I would love to relate to. Instead, I subject them to fumbling attempts at interaction when I’m not devising plots involving me stealing their talent.
It’s a strange issue to be concerned with, but I’ve always felt the outsider when it comes to online communities. Needless to say, that does nothing for the confidence and each day I’m growing more tempted to blow the dust off my deviantArt and just try to interact a bit more with the people I will never have the opportunity to meet.
I don’t know many artists in life, but they’re -everywhere- on this funny internet. I should throw myself at them while I still know how to type.
No one person in the world is one hundred per cent happy with how they look. Me, I’m possibly the greatest offender when it comes to the “Be Happy with what you’ve Got” way of thinking - every little detail, whether it’s my face, my legs or my tummy, nags at me day in and day out to the point that I can’t help but scrutinize very little detail each and every time I pass a reflective surface. Even spoons. Especially spoons…
And today I’m dissecting and over-analysing my hair… I honestly don’t know whether I should take a pair of scissors this stupid mane or take a pair to every pretty girl I see until this savage case of hair envy ceases.
Once again, the fantastic weather has caused me to completely disregard my blog and busy dashboard. As a result, I’m feel completely out of the loop! But now that the rain has come to wash away any trace of Summer and I have a hefty hangover to cradle, I can try to undo this neglect as well as catch myself up on what I have missed…
I hate to admit it -I really, really do- but I think it’s high time I got myself a new bag.
I do love my current bag. So much so that it’s as good as permanently attached to my hip whilst zippers, straps and leather patches are falling off it left, right and centre. What I need is a wonderful, leather satchel to take it’s place and this particular Dr Marten article is absolutely perfect! I surely would not feel bad if my darling, dying bag was tossed aside for the sake of this wonderful satchel, but that price tag… I just can’t afford it right now.
So, tomorrow morning, I will set out for town and find myself a the perfect bag if it kills me. The folks in Best Vintage told me they would try and find me one in two weeks time but I just cannot wait that long!
It’s odd. Whenever my life is static I have 99 things to talk about but whenever I leave my nest and go out into the scary world of Dukes and horizontal rain, nothing of consequence crosses my mind…
With my camera deciding to die every few minutes these days (due to me forgetting to charge the blighter) I can only rely on my rusty ole memory to remind me of what I actually did that day. Because of this, my blog is simply doomed until I breath life into my camera.
