I am a little bit obsessed with interior design blogs. You know how other people go out and get drunk and everyone’s Facebook’s are always full of pictures of them being fun? Well because I’m poor and lazy, I have started sitting in denial about my shite house with a glass of wine trawling through Ikea looking at nice cushions. To the point where I have made collages of each room I want to be filled with china patterns and glass dining tables. It sounds fun, but I put far too much effort into it which makes it a little sad.
This is because I have literally nothing to do except move my room furniture around and throw away everything I haven’t worn or used within the last month. I think I’m up to about twenty three bin bags of stuff now. I also found my watercolour pencils and have filled up two notebooks with weird doodles. And made albums on my mac of pictures of peacocks, gardens and ones where I like my face.
Thankfully, my tutors have asked to enter a piece of work I did into a competition, so I will probably be spending the next week re-editing footage. Which would sound like a nightmare if I hadn’t realised I’m just one of those people who needs to be doing something productive or I will start cutting up clothes and painting objects that don’t need to be painted (I may or may not have tried to colour a fork a nice green colour for about four hours the other day).
I now remember why I made this blog in the first place; if I don’t do anything I go a little mental. Last summer, my going mental was allowing Ben to practise his ‘photography’ skills with me, but it also stopped me testing which objects and kitchen appliances can be stuck to the walls with Sellotape.
This also means I’m going to have to ensure I’m busy for the next four months but I’m dreading having to look for another job as my last silver service waitressing job was a little less than successful. Point, if you are serving scolding hot gravy to a famous footballer and you know you’re going to spill it, don’t aim for his knees thinking “uh, knee caps are pretty resistant right?” because he needs his legs strangely.