WordPress has just reliably informed me that this is my 500th post. 500.. Woah, on 500 occasions I have had nothing better to do with my life.
For all the newbies, the numbered posts are in relation to the 365 project I abandoned about a year ago.. The numbers just sorta stuck because.. it just felt a better way of labelling them. But lets be honest, numbers or names, 500 posts down the line I don’t know my arse from my elbow.
21% of my views are on Wednesdays. In 2014 I was just shy of 5,000 ‘likes’. I’m not sure what benefit these stats are to my life but someone has obviously asked for them. Thanks anonymous, my right eye is now twitching from statistical information overload.
I woke up this morning with a Lotus Biscoff in my bed. One of those little caramel flat brown biscuits you get given with your coffee when you’re in the hairdressers. Those little freebie biscuits you get given on the side like a bribe for a tip when you’re in a cafe. NO IDEA. I don’t even drink coffee anymore. WHY would it be there? Just sat there in my bed, all unassuming. I wouldn’t mind, but I changed my sheets the other day. Unless I have started blacking out as I clean – that’s all I can think of. At which point my brain decides it would be a great idea to play hide and seek with complimentary biscuits. Where will they turn up next? In the kettle? Or I’ve started sleep walking, breaking into local hairdressers and thieving their complimentary refreshments..? Watch this space.
New lumpy painting. The thought process was.. I was this to be as beautiful as possible. I feel like I have achieved this, if I say so myself..
Please excuse the name, I am just bloody awful at thinking up stuff on the spot. Paint – no probs. Words? Names? Errrrrrmm not a CLUE!
It looks like mouldy pizza. Or the ill advised cheese slice I bought in Boots the other day (don’t ask, instant regret).
She’s an old gal but I have given her a facelift a la Photoshop so I thought I would dust her off and get her back out again.
I have been so productive today. Walked to town and back, opened an ISA (am I a real adult now..?) and got my teeth whitened.
The last part I perhaps do not need to share with you but I looked absolutely hilarious so why not?
As the machine zap, zap, zapped away I managed to drop my phone on my face and knock out the super sexy gum shield.
I had what looked like a vacuum cleaner accessory inserted into my mouth but I think it was more the George Michael inspired glasses that did it for me. I tried to show my sister the “after” photos and the goggle marks on my face were more prominent than my new ‘Ross From Friends’ teeth.
On an entirely unrelated note, I sold my first ever print from my Etsy so big cheers all round. I said big cheers all round! Oh fine, I will cheer on my own then. Wooo…
Fine forget you lot, I’m off to take the dog out.
A half done one from last week or some time.
I am literally watching paint dry at the moment. Some new lumpy textured ones on a smaller scale. I don’t know if it’s what you’re into, but I might stick a few on my Etsy shop.
I will never be a proper girl. I can walk the walk, but I get paint all over the talk.
I just did my nails real nice. Gems, the lot. Now I have polyfilla ingrained and I will probably have to strip the lot.
Major probs I know.