I don’t do new drawings anymore. I just repost old ones.. Joking – but those spotting my repetition will note it is not that far off the mark.

So I chose to post this because this drawing is important to me. From perhaps 2012/2013, it was the first thing I had drawn in years that I was genuinely proud of. And I still am. I like that I can look back over the past couple of years and still say that I hold this up as one of my ‘best’.

I’ve started writing my personal statement for my application for my masters degree. Oh my gosh I find it difficult to write about myself. That probably sounds a little on the absurd side, considering I have published over 500 blog posts. I am already anticipating rejection for something that has not even happened yet. Silly, silly Sarah.

Striving for perfection can really hold you back sometimes, you know. Everything is exactly how I wanted it to be, it just so happens that now I’m here I have moved the goalposts. But I realise that is good – I think I am more ambitious than I have ever given myself credit for, I just need a lot of hand holding sometimes.


gold mess

GOLD MESS. It is too late to save me. I am a goner. There is no hope. I hope that I do not influence you. Just because I post loads of glitter online – maybe you think “hey, I like that”.

Don’t do it.

Just don’t.

Don’t buy glitter. It may start with a little craft kit, a small amount of glitter. You may be able to handle it. You may start buying “back up glitter” for when you run out. Before you know it, you live, breathe, eat the stuff. You will find it in places you never thought possible – like between your toes. Your hairdresser will find it on your scalp when you go to get your hair did. You will cough the stuff up. Something in your eye? Glitter. Even your dog will sparkle.

Now, now – you may believe that sounds innocent enough. This is no laughing matter.

I recently found myself buying a 36 pack of glitter in W H Smiths. 36.

There is nothing left in my life. Nothing that is not entirely covered in glitter.

With Christmas fast approaching, I fear I will be lost forever.

Run whilst you still can.