I’m not even gonna try to explain the last 3 years. Ok, just a little…

I have been stuck in fucking blog purgatory, not writing what comes to mind because a) as a blogger, I should be taking beautifully staged and professionally edited photos, not writing random thoughts from my bathtub at 4 am. I’m in my bathtub at 4 am and not taking pictures of my toes. Just no! We can deal with that, no?

There was at least one more point about my reluctance to blog. I can’t think of it right now, so moving on!

I’m doing my best to write stories my way and ignore other people’s expectations. Yah! You included. … I tell stories; I paint with words; I play with fabric; I have no interest in seo or influencing; I cuss like a fucking sailor on shore leave in a logging camp; the only pictures I take are crappy ones of my cats, and my neighbours’ plants; I can never find a pair of scissors when I need one.

My bath water is getting too cold, so I’m off to find a square foot on my bed and join the slumber party. Oh hell! I’m not even editing this post. Maybe tomorrow… And that is still a no on bathtub pics. Hard no!

Have a good night or good day wherever you are! And wear a goddamn mask ffs!

Cbeers!

Tags: bathtime, fuckitall