Cat Eye Classes

I enjoy certain sensations. I like feeling my fingers digging into bread dough or rice, lentils, beans, pretty much any type of grains. It is a very satisfying tactile emersion. Other than putting my hands in stuff, I also find the sensations involving using a brush to paint on surfaces very appealing. I recently painted my bed and dresser. They are now a uniformed colour of pastel seafoam green with black trims and deco. I like them. Perhaps I will take a picture later to show you how wonderfully minty they are.

I will always be a school girl.

These shoes are old and I always trip wearing them because the tips are unglued.

This brooch is the cat's meow.

Art Nouveau

After months of waiting; I'm back to revive this blog. During my absence, I fought The Man, wrote about strange psychological disorders and almost struck a child in the face. It was quite the exciting stretch of time indeed. Now I'm back with a new haircut, which makes me very aware of my eye brows, and armed to shit-kick fashion, art and politics in the faces with snappy blog posts.

"Feels like I'm wearing nothing at all. Nothing at all. Nothing at all..."

This jacket came with a removable inner layer which can be added or subtracted as needed (super handy). I speculate that it is actually a Canadian army jacket because the disclaimer message sewed inside of it told me that the side pockets are especially designed for magazine rounds and the chest ones for grenades. Cool eh?

Habits

I'm revamping this blog in t-minus (3) days. Hold your breathesssess....

I've been playing my ukulele, so much so that I feel like making love to it all day, everyday. Everybody seriously need to get one of these tiny guitar-esque things.

Remember when shiny pants made your legs really sweaty? Try it with a big sweater next time. You'll need to hydrate frequently, I promise you.