Thursday, April 29, 2010


Golly, they are almost too good looking to eat! I'd love an Animal one, love love love!

All thanks to this blog!

Friday, April 23, 2010


After randomly finding a whimsical blog, I started to troll the links attached to it and now, I totally feel like a failed female.

I'm not one of those girls who dresses head to toe in second hands clothes and purposefully gets up an extra hour to ensure my outfit is perfectly matched to be alternative and interesting. Or have one of those haircuts, which requires washing and styling every morning. I'm not sure if it's just not really what my generation does, especially as it is more a younger generations theory of ideal perfection. Or maybe, it's just not what the majority of my friends do.

I spent a lot of my childhood trying to impersonate 'Clarissa Explains It All' style but it was the 80s/90s and nobody had style or flair and I also lived through and remember the 80s, so I've no need to relive it. Especially as a good 90% of all 80s clothes were made from the ugly fabrics of polyester, nylon and acrylic.

But looking through these websites makes me believe it's easy to be whimsical and stylish. Although it still seems like far to much effort (taking 1000 photos of one outfit in a stylish fashion, just seems like a huge waste of time to me). I'd rather get an extra hours sleep, or be down the pub with good friends and live through my "awesome" personality, badly applied make up and creased/dirty clothes.

Or maybe I could just start taking all my photos in sepia and blur them with the sun, so my life seems whimsical, even though it's not. I mean, I already knit, crochet, sew, paint, draw, make candles, cards, cushions, etc. Isn't it enough to do those things and not document them with stylish photos, so others can feel inferior. Or maybe I'm just being the cynical, miserable, judgemental bitch that I am?!


I used to believe that when people died of 'comsumption', I thought they'd eaten themselves to death. Which to be fair, didn't sound so terrible to me. Plus, at the time of poverty, when everyone was dying of consumption, I thought it was a wonder that they could afford enough food to eat themselves to death. Although I guess if you've never eaten much food, eating a large helping would probably have killed them and I'm not going to lie, this was when I was about 23.