Monday, 9 February 2015


Shirt: Madewell, old, Jeans: AG's, on sale, Boots: Anthro - my old faithfuls. 

I feel like I should adopt this as my personal motto. I mean - the only way this photo-op could have been any more perfect was if I'd been wearing my neon pink AG jeans at the time... Speaking of which, now that I have white AG's, I have been living in them - to the point where I'm almost ready to rename this "The White Pants Blog". Though of course, white jeans has led me to discover a whole new dimension of paranoia. "Did I sit on something weird?" "Wait, did I spill that?" And so on and so forth.  

Anyway, I have been painting our doorframes "Natural Taupe 2", and listening to more They Might Be Giants than is probably healthy for a human brain. They may be one of my favourite bands ever, but once you've got a song of theirs stuck in your head, that's it, that sucker is NOT going back out without a fight. So after a while, I put on some Wishbone Ash, and everything was going well until it got to this track called The King Will Come. Then all of a sudden, Victor calls out from the living room in a frightened little voice, "Uh, honey? Are you listening to Christan rock?"  
They are not, by the way. They are really not. So now I can't stop ribbing him about how, if he's a bad boy, Wishbone Ash are gonna come along and save his soul

Wednesday, 4 February 2015


Blazer: Vero Moda, Blouse: Lindex, Jeans: AG's, Boots; Steve Madden, Bag: Madewell

Oh hey, don't mind me, I'm just gonna zip right in on my magic carpet. Whoosh! I mean, that's what it looks like, isn't it? Complete with supernatural mist, or could that be clouds? 

Yeah, so I had to disappear because of comics. Because I agreed to join my friend for a stint in what shall henceforth be known as the Comics Gulag. More specifically, this was her parents' house, which is out in the middle of nowhere, in one of those suburbs where EVERYTHING, and I mean everything, looks the same. Her parents basically rebuilt their house from scratch, so when you go inside it's the most beautiful home... but the rest of the neighbourhood was kind of soul-crushingly same-y. It's a town where the supermarket and the funeral agent are blatantly run by the same company - same logo and everything! - and they are practically next door to one another, too.  

So yes, I ventured into suburbian no-man's-land, promptly ran out of data on my phone, and spent the next four days working on our comic Circuit Breaker with her. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, this is a black-and-white comic that we are redoing in full colour. Three chapters' worth, and each chapter is between 30 and 40 pages. It's not as bad as it sounds, because we'd done a lot of it already, but we were there to finish the colouring (we didn't, but maaannn we came close) and generally tweak it, fix little errors, rewrite some dialogue. That kind of jazz. Sometimes, I even worked on the handful of pages we have of chapter four, just for something a little different to do. (Insert manic laughter here.)   

So, if you lock two women in a house for four days, you'd imagine there'd be blood and little hairballs scattered everywhere, right? It actually went surprisingly well, though my collaborator and I are now on some sort of break from seeing each other until this Sunday. 

And can I just vent a little? Because I think I have coloured in about five hundred wheelchair wheels, and that means colouring the tyres in a different grey from the spokes in the wheels, and then there's the seat - yet another shade of grey, this one almost black. And then the character who uses the wheelchair also has leg-braces, which for the sake of my poor brain are the same colour as the pale grey wheel spokes, and then there are his shoes... At some point I looked up and said, out loud, "I hope Yuri appreciates all the effort I'm putting into colouring him in." (Yuri being the fictional character in our comic, not an actual person, of course.) And then we both laughed like crazy ladies.