Wednesday, 24 August 2011

Slow day.

After what I said in my last post, about having perfect nails all the time, they are a tad scrappy now. I don't trust this nail polish anymore. It's flakey. I have never seen a red sycamore seed before. If I have, then I cannot remember it. I saw loads of them scattered along the pathement on the way home. It looked quite startling. The vibrant red against the faded gray. Almost like blood drops on the floor.
When I got home I had a nice surprise. In the post came a parcel from Chloë. Inside was my birthday present and I shouldn't really have opened it, but it was unwrapped so I had to really. The lovely brown package cantained a nice card, addressed to 'Ginge', A chocolate bar, a little flowery tin, and inside the tin was a badge with the word 'Winner' stamped onto it. It's my birthday badge, and I have to wear it on saturday night.

Today was slow. This evening is even slower. This weekend is taking longer and longer to get here.

Sunday, 21 August 2011

Passing time.

As all I seem to be doing lately is waiting around for something to happen, I have taken up the habit of doing my nails, almost every day. If it goes wrong then I actually have the time to just do it all over again, until perfect.

Other activities of Tash these days include:
  • Playing Sims.
  • Reading all my Tess Gerritsen books.
  • Drinking coffee.
  • Drinking Tea.
  • All day naps.
Also, slightly out of boredom, I have taken to trying to make my room look a bit like it did in Falmouth. The same pictures and basically the same lay-out. It has worked, and I like it more here in my white room, instead of dirty cream.

I will be painting the kitchen this coming week. It's really quite a nice colour that my mum has chosen. It's not one that i would have expected either. 'Soft Stone'. I will get some pictures up of it when the kitchen is all done. And then finally I will be able to bake sweet things again. I'm not a fan of this living on salad.

I like my room. (Most days)

Wednesday, 17 August 2011

Blank.

As from the lack of posts, you should assume, and rightly so, that not much has been happening in the world of Tash. When i say that not much has been happening, what I really mean is, I havn't been taking many photos of nice things. This is a slight lie.. I went to Wales for my cousin's 18th birthday and took lots of photographs of family and cakes. I fear my eyes have had it with cupcakes for the time being. Just to decorate 150 of them is quite enough thankyou. I no longer hold pictures of cupcakes with great esteem.
Other things: I am now employed. Sales assistant for an independent mens clothing company, currently based in London, but with a new store opening in Bath next month. That's where I will be working. A nice little shop in Little SouthGate. I'm going to have to travel to London for training. Not going to lie.. I'm not the biggest fan of London. I am a country girl through and through, and big cities just scare me. Though, saying that, I'm not all too scared of the underground.
I have a man in my life again. He's lovely and I am very lucky. I miss him in the week when he is working. I worry about how he is, then appreciate it when he lets me know how he's feeling and what he's thinking. It's refreshing. I also miss the shed. It sounds silly, but I have been basically confined to my room for the last few weeks, and it was nice to just go out to the shed, with music and do some work. I wish I could go out there most days and paint. Unfortunately, my parents are having the kitchen redone and the shed has become their temporary dumping ground, but never mind. To keep myself occupied, I have been reading. I have been sleeping. I have been cleaning and tidying. I have seen both Steve and Mary this week, which was nice. Evening drinks with Steve on Monday, and Lunchtime wanderings with Mary today, with nice food at the Garden Cafe and shelter from the rain from a small pear tree. I like lunching. It makes me feel like a grown-up.
One last thing: As a birthday present to myself, I have booked myself in at Punctured Skin to get the lily that I designed about 4 years ago tattooed. On my left side, the size of my hand, on my ribs. Three hours of slight pain. I may take a book. I won't be able to wear a bra until it starts to heal properly, hang 'em loose like a hippy I guess.
I am excited for things to come. For the moment however, I am severely bored, and with no money to speak of, it makes it quite difficult to make plans with friends or with myself.
The sign of boredom, is when the photographs stop.
Or just blame the rain.

Thursday, 4 August 2011

An Old Film.

I was sorting through all my film pictures a few days ago, and i found these prints that I had forgotten. These are just a few. They are going to go on my wall.

Black and White ones were hidden in there too...

I didn't realise that I had begun taking pictures with my OM-2 while Steve and Ollie where still skating. It only feels like a recent hobby, but in actual fact I have been doing it for almost 10 years now.

You'd think I'd know more about photography..



Boredom.

These are some pages from my books. At times of Boredom I turn to my book for some sort of activity to do. It usually ends up me drawing or writing silly things. Above is my hair. Below is my face. I did my face last night. I was trying to draw it in the dark. It was hard. I look angry, and i think its a bit perfected to what i might want to look like more than having accurate features... But the likeness is there i think.