ephemerette

Image via Iconic Photos It's Friday. It's a long weekend in the UK and even longer for me as I have an extra day. The sun is most definitely shining. Something extremely exciting will be happening later today... I'm referring to it as operation K and that's all I'll say for now! Happy weekend!

This week I have been mostly:  ferrying my dad to various medical appointments, wondering why the skin around my eyes is literally peeling off (and as a result not wearing any make up, looking terrible, then repeatedly bumping into someone I have a huge crush on), painting my nails coral,  cursing the weather, eating industrial quantities of refined sugars and watching my butt expand exponentially, planning to go on a diet, booking a trip to Berlin , screaming because apparently my washing machine was hungry and somehow shredded a hole in my favourite jeans, buying new jeans , desperately trying to console a dear friend in distress, trying to get my head around the implications of having a new Government (its my job), not getting enough sleep, wondering how long I can go before having get my fringe trimmed, booking tickets to see bands , missing my cat, trying to find new artwork for my living room , planning new blog posts but not delivering.... ...

image via plush palatte Hello world. How have you been? So I've had kind of had a rough time of it for the past few weeks and have been hiding away and brooding hence the radio silence, but its my birthday today *yay me* so I'm making a resolution to stick a smile back on my face and face the world again. A slick of eye-liner, a couple of glasses of champagne and some very good friends make my world a better place to live in. Hope everyone has a wonderful day x x x 

My heart broke yesterday. My naughty, beautiful companion for the past ten years, a little grey and white Persian cat named Smokey went to sleep for the final time after a 6 month battle with kidney failure. It all got too much. I fought and fought, I blindly spent whatever money it took. I woke up 3 times a night to hand feed him. I told him I loved him everyday. I did everything I could to keep him alive but his little body just wouldn't co operate. I didn't want him to suffer any more. Now I feel broken. I miss his raspy little tongue I miss the silky fur on his head the way he followed me around his grumpy little face I miss his kittenish meow even in old age I miss the way he tenderly patted my face to wake me up the way impatiently shouted at me for cuddles the way he slept in the crook of my arm the way he buried his head under my chin his huge golden eyes his gentle purr good night darling boy....

photo via lucas allen I've had a tremendously busy and stressful few weeks dealing with endless deadlines, pointless family bickering, my not so healthly elderly father and and an equally unwell pussycat. So I'm declaring today as a holiday and I'm going to selfishly dedicate it all to myself by spending the day out with friends, shopping, eating and drinking yummy things and gossiping. Stress can wait, I'm not going to let it make me go gaga.