Afternoon Tea, Pandora

What a beautiful way to spend a gloomy afternoon at home, white tea and housing shows. A good way to relax after listening to whiny children and having the smell of turpentine on my clothes all day. No, I am not a drug sniffer or a cleaner, I just happen to spend a fair amount of my time in the art rooms where turps is the only thing that is able to get mess of silkscreens.

I have never written a proper blog, I have no clue as to how to write one but thought I would give it a go. Possibly another version of my art journals which go towards my end of year score? I need a way to have my expression written down clearly, not messed around sketches and paint blots in my paper journals. Although very pretty in a way, the sterile blog seems the way to go.

Perhaps you want to know something about me, maybe you don't.

I am a student working towards her life ambition which is not set in stone nor is it what is normal to the world now. I am very emotional as my friends would know, I try my best at containing it, but someone always seems to get hit by it. I love those who put up with me and my mood swings, I do not take for granted the things you do. I love old texts and films, vintage clothing and traditional roles.

Both simple and complex things fascinate me, try your best.