A postcard bought a smile, a breakup bought a tear.
(i was unsure about posting these- they seem almost voyeuristic and self indulgent and pathetic. but..i don't know. it's emotion. emotions are there to be shared, i believe.
After work I made 8 soldered pendants for my mum's colleagues.
Travelling photos. I went to see Frank Turner (see photos here.)
I wish I'd had the guts to jump on that train, and gone to live in my uni town for a few days.
Midnight, flooded platforms and magazines on payday.
Bad things happen when I get paid.
New watercolour pad, new moleskine, new topshop dress that I have been lusting over for ages and was reduced to £15 and then i bought home and got in a state because i thought it was too small even though it's a size 12 but it turns out it's too big. how is it possible to get the two mixed up?
oh, and i knocked myself upside down at work. my eyebrow is bruised and swollen and sore.
thank you for enduring stupid long photo posts...