Letters from Newcastle

This is a very quick check in, written from the basement of a backpacker’s, on a glorious, sunny day. I had to check my email this afternoon but so far I’ve spent a staggering 24 hours unplugged from the internet (which is more unnerving than I care to admit). And now I’m back here, sometimes. [...]

Sun rise, sunglass…

I’ve been wearing one-armed sunglasses for quite a while, now. Usually I am pretty good with keeping sunnies intact, but a few months ago I happened to leave my handbag in the vicinity of several small children, who had no compuction about borrowing my possessions for dress-ups (or writing all over my arms in permanant [...]

Hair today…

So I had my first stint as a hair model the other day. On the upside, I got a ten dollar haircut from the most competent stylist at my salon. On the downside, I had to sit excruciatingly still for an hour and forty-five minutes while a dozen hairdressing students scrutinised me intently and discussed [...]

Hooray! (plus shameless pimping)

So finally, finally we’ve sent the magazine to the printers. No more coming in to the office on the weekend. No more freaking out over late content or wrongly-formatted illustrations or chasing ad artwork and getting nowhere. Hooray! We can all breathe out.
We have the proofs lying over a chair in the office as I [...]

Blogging for Christ

Not much new to report. New batch of cupcakes, lemon and rosewater, sitting on a trestle tale ready for sale. New not-at-all-what-I-asked-for-but-people-seem-to-like-it hair colour. New daffodils poking through the earth in the backyard.
I’ve been getting itchy feet, and have to fight the temptation at the moment to drop out of uni and get a credit [...]

Tired

God, I’m tired. I was working in the office this afternoon when a great wave of fatigue came crashing down on my shoulders. The kind of fatigue that makes you feel physically sick. The kind that makes you feel tired in your bones. It was a battle not to crawl under my desk and sob, [...]

Out and about

There’s a plastic bag full of delicious vegetables sitting in the fridge just waiting to be made into soup. I bought them on Tuesday. Soup has not eventuated.
For whatever reason I’m barely home at the moment, and I just want to make some fucking minestrone. It seems churlish, though, to complain, since it’s been a [...]