sophie didn't do anything at all.

Sunday, 29 January 2017

| today.

All it takes is a flash,

a cheeky hand.

or even just a little finger.

We're all quite easily pleased.

And detest those that forget their manners.

Tuesday, 3 January 2017

| 2017 | january | tuesday | 03

Yes. I clearly didn't pay attention yesterday to my post title.

Back to work today.

I've spent the entirety of my time back sighing.

I think my favourite is now that a client has discovered the @ function on twitter. ... they keep making up the handles.

not too bad, all things considered.

I might no tattooed on my hand for such occasions.

I didn't get enough sleep last night.

I won't ever get enough sleep I don't think.


I have actually remembered a packed lunch because I have some exciting business in town. It will be fabulous.

'I did everything I absolutely could have to get it done' said me... having not quite done everything i could have done.


11:08 I am broken by a man apologising for the larger font size on his facebeook post. I can't decide which emotion I'm experiencing but I'm not sure I like it.

2 mins of doodling during a phone call. Magical.


I feel really trapped at the moment. 

I just want to either have my own space, or get out of here completely.

That's my absolute impulsiveness kicking in. And it normally precedes me hitting my head and getting concussion. Or entering an ultramarathon and dislocating something in my foot. 

Doing. Something. Silly.

But if I've disappeared next week it's probably cause I chucked all my savings into a plane ticket and actually got round to seeing those penguins. I so want to go meet them. 

Wanna come?

because you bloody well will.
Just quickly.

Do you take anyone for granted?

Because there will be people in your life that you just haven't realised how much they contribute to your life, as a whole. You may not see them every day, you may not speak to them as often as you should, but they are cornerstones.

It's not so much what they actively do for you, but the little things.

How many of their quirks you've subconsciously borrowed, mannerisms, turns of phrase. How many of their skills you enjoy and are learning from. How often you turn to them for advice and enjoy their independence.

If they left you tomorrow, they would leave a huge hole. Theirs are not the superficial, fleeting, mostly hugely exciting friendships. You know the ones, that new friend who seems to be everything you've been missing in your life but it actually turns out you never had that much in common and there's nothing glueing you together. Yeah them. You'd drop everything for their attention but in reality you end up skulking back to the people who matter the most. The ones who annoy you to the core but feel like home.



I'm just saying.

Don't do it.

Don't let the important ones go for the sake of a person who isn't going to be there in six months. I've done it a number of times before.

But that's okay. because I make mistakes so no one else has to.

I'm a stalwart.

No worries. 


Sunday, 1 January 2017

| 2017 | january | sunday | 01

blah blah some lame paragraph about how 2016 taught me loads and how 2017 will be 365 days of applying that etc. yada yada yada.

so on.

I'm sure you could check your facebook feed and find the type of thing I'm punching for. Do that. Save me the trouble.

I'm currently listening to the 'SASSY INDEPENDENT WOMAN' playlist, so sorry if there's a lot of 'tude and a little bit of Shania.

Oh here she is. 

And how she is totally applicable.

because it really doesn't. check. your. self.

The weather was damp today. But this photo reminded me of that holiday when I first discovered photography and spent the entire week trying to capture the perfect tree reflection shot. 

I did. Btw.

day 1 of my 2 minute sketch challenge. I used to do this a lot.  B+. But at least you can tell what it is! 

I never thought I'd be starting the year with no blonde in my hair. A permanent feature since 14 it's still a but strange looking in the mirror. 


I'll get there.


Today in brief. 

Social life.
Boy round in his break.

In brief.

Not the brief. 
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