Bollocks to reality.
*looks at barclaycard statement. swears rather a lot*
Fuck me but I need to earn some money.
Kerrist. I mean really.
o_0 Dear Thoth on acid.
And I've left my bloody pin-sentry thing in shamblyland.
Ergh, so much fail.
*sigh* I'm not 'bad with money'. I've known people who are, who couldn't string five pence together without it going wrong somehow. It's just... Money isn't important to me. I recognise and agree having it makes life a lot easier than not having it, but I still can't bring myself to care about it or work myself into a shambly state to earn it.
As with all slightly whimsical, floofy ideals, this will no doubt bite me in the arse sooner or later. Sooner by the look of it =P
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In better news, my feathers have not fallen out.
When last I went to Greenwich market I found an ivory/cream gypsy skirt made of silk, antique linen and lace and satin scraps - which I bought for 7quid. Very much a win.
Also yesterday my father was kind enough to buy me a cheap cloche straw hat from M&S. I pulled the silly bow off it and sewed on silk from an ex tie and finished it off with one of my mother's old marcasite broaches. Gloriously 1920s. And there's the 20s headband I made, and the swish silk shawl I found on ebay... In fact, have a picture.
Right. More art now I think before neurons consider reality too long and get depressed.
Fuck me but I need to earn some money.
Kerrist. I mean really.
o_0 Dear Thoth on acid.
And I've left my bloody pin-sentry thing in shamblyland.
Ergh, so much fail.
*sigh* I'm not 'bad with money'. I've known people who are, who couldn't string five pence together without it going wrong somehow. It's just... Money isn't important to me. I recognise and agree having it makes life a lot easier than not having it, but I still can't bring myself to care about it or work myself into a shambly state to earn it.
As with all slightly whimsical, floofy ideals, this will no doubt bite me in the arse sooner or later. Sooner by the look of it =P
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In better news, my feathers have not fallen out.
When last I went to Greenwich market I found an ivory/cream gypsy skirt made of silk, antique linen and lace and satin scraps - which I bought for 7quid. Very much a win.
Also yesterday my father was kind enough to buy me a cheap cloche straw hat from M&S. I pulled the silly bow off it and sewed on silk from an ex tie and finished it off with one of my mother's old marcasite broaches. Gloriously 1920s. And there's the 20s headband I made, and the swish silk shawl I found on ebay... In fact, have a picture.
Right. More art now I think before neurons consider reality too long and get depressed.