angelvixen

The Rebirth of the Oak King

2011-12-21T12:38:00.005Z

Mother Earth I offer to you this song

For I am earth

and to the Earth, I belong

Mother Earth

help me grow as you need me to

Mother Earth

show me what I am here to do

'Cause I am growing, I am changing

on this darkest day

I am growing, I am changing

in my darkest place

I am growing, I am changing

on this darkest day

I am growing, I am changing

in my darkest place

Blessed Be!

On this shortest day of the year my thoughts turn to the more spiritual things,

however, the casual observer may not agree as I sit here eating Pringles and listening

to 'smells like teen spirit' at a fairly hefty volume. Dartmoor doesn't appear to be

doing its winter sleep as usual, and in turn it is confusing my hibernation

schedule and for those who know me, if my routine gets broken I can become

quite unsettled. The illicit and highly improbable love child of Abby Sciuto and

Sheldon Cooper has been launched comparatively in my direction.....if it

weren't true I would say NOT FUNNY.......in fact I will say NOT FUNNY

anyway just to provoke stimulating confrontation.

"He painted in the dark until he went completely mad....either that

or he died of lead poisoning"

Painting is now back on the agenda as I have recently rediscovered my mojo in a

visionary and most spectacular fashion. A long distant friend has breezed

through my art career which was just enough to start the Amelia Monster

springing back to life again. His huge success has been an inspiration which is

good....what is not good is the fact that I have been painting all week and I

have been neglecting Christmas present buying duties, so what better day to

finish my reluctant journey into consumerism than tomorrow's winter solstice

although I just know Costas coffee will be luring me into her depths via the

overpowering spell of the bean.

"Orange is this season's black"

Ok...not really. The big dramatic change to my appearance was the subtle colour

change to my hair from raven black to pre raphaelite fire maiden, or jaffa cake orange

as it was also called, so once again.....NOT FUNNY! The main drawback

was that every mirror I passed, there in front of me was the Lady of Shallot

staring back at me. I suspect that the December backdrop wasn't exactly the correct time

of year that Millais had envisaged the colouring to be set, and with that firmly fixed

in my mind, a hour of messing around with dye and scissors and hey presto, Bettie

Page is back in the Devonian longhouse.

"I managed to fix the clock...and I have all these bits left over"

My very old clock has been acting up and chiming at bizarre times. When asking

someone in the know about what the problem may be, there came the reply

"have you tried turning it off and on again" followed by hysterical laughter.

NOT FU.........well you know what I said by now. The clock is now working again

but other things are acting up (and the full moon has long passed so it's

not that) My iPad has started doing weird things to apps..Moomin with her

identical tablet with identical apps isn't having trouble. I think that the further up the

valley from Bovey that one goes, technology seems to become overwhelmed by

granite crystal energy (as I mentioned in a previous post) The Apple store hate it

when I come in and blame crystal energy playing a huge part in corrupting

their IOS devices, I need lead lined covers for my technology around the home.

"and now for something completely different"

Food has been playing a starring role in the lead up to Christmas. Picky teas and mad

hatter's tea parties, all washed down with copious amounts of cider have been

on the agenda. Dancing around the front room to the Monster Ball again as we

sang along to the full Gaga repertoire. Sleeping....well at last. Purchasing even

more shoes via the powers of Amazon. Watching lost ramblers pass the house, not

once but four times......NOT FUNNY FOR THEM...highly amusing for us. Making

more clothes by hand and turning my fingers into pin cushions as I watched

Diagnosis Murder in a Dick Van Dykeathon. Most of all....looking forward to

Christmas with friends and family.

So tomorrow morning I shall be up at five thirty and lighting the candle to welcome

the sun back into our lives. After spending a deeply relaxed morning, this fair

maiden will leave her homestead to do battle with the fearsome dragons and

trolls of the village as they shop for last minute Christmas presents.

Happy Yuletide good people x

Closing the Circle

2011-11-06T11:01:00.002Z

Mulled wine, I really want some mulled wine...having returned to the shire from

another epic journey, my mind has started its November cravings fairly early.

The six day pout is now wearing off, having missed my two best friend's

Wiccan blessing at the Cleave (all gothic faeries and steampunk I am to believe)

but the coming winter solstice should rectify that with another wonderful

get together of mooky individuals.

Another strange and re-emerging obsession is my winter wardrobe. A previous post

concentrated on the average Dartmoor based girl's leg and the seemingly impossible

task to find boots that agree with the dimensions of the calf....well, my calf.

It has taken several more trips to Exeter where we found the most incredible retro

shop that was packed to the ceiling with so many wonderful things that boot

purchase was immediately struck from the menu. "Oooo, a rack of PVC

goodies, gothic dresses, corsets, burlesque retro rockabilly.....aaarrggh my head's

going to implode" I shouted, actually my head didn't but purse did as the money

simply shot out of it and into the shop's cash register.

Yet another strange thing was the "what am I going to paint the next series of

paintings on" question that kept cropping up, right up to the point of me walking

into a shop that had a HUGE SAIL (they spelt it wrong) on art supplies.

There, at the back of the shop was a 'buy one canvas, get another free' deal. Well

what can I say to that, so then proceeded to pull all of the largest ones out of the rack

to check them for flaws and wonky stretchers. Unfortunately (and there is always

an 'unfortunately' when Amelia Vanstone goes shopping) one of the canvasses

clipped a rather impressive display of cook books that were stacked (a tad excessively

I should add) right next to me and set forth a series of events in the from

of a book based chain reaction. Ainsley Harriot head butted Jamie Oliver and in a

manner that the leaning tower of Pisa will eventually take, went crashing over

the rest of the art supplies. A stand of marker pens was the next victim

of the carnage as they ended up spinning across the shiny floor and under tables,

customer's feet and more book cases. One of the assistants suddenly materialised

and tried to stop the onslaught but accidentally caught another huge

pile of books with his arm, this went crashing over a stand of cards knocking

them all over the floor. Eventually, the chaos stopped and I stood there still

holding the perpetrator of the destruction, namely the inanimate canvas.

With a slightly embarrassed and cheesy grin, I feebly announced "I'll take these

two please" to the assistant who between huffing and puffing as he picked

various items up, was giving me an extremely hard stare.

The two canvasses are now safely back in my studio as I reflect on the very

strange month which passed before me. Next week I am going to make a point

of avoiding over-stuffed bookshops, over stuffed retro shops, over stuffed Costa

coffee shops (that deserves an entry all of it's own) and make it a mission, no,

a crusade, to restore order to my chakras in the form of lower legwear in

leather, where the zip actually goes up and down and I become a happy bunny

for the winter months without resorting to turning art supply vendors into

a place that resembles a Beirut war zone.

Return of the Giant Hogweed

2011-09-08T12:01:00.005+01:00

"Well inspector!" said detective Cholmondley Warner "I am suspecting a blunt force

trauma to the head was probably the main reason for the Colonel's demise." Walking

carefully around the body, he went on "yes, yes I see it now...the victim had

obviously snagged his tie in the keys of the typewriter and evidently bashed his brains

in whilst trying to type the word 'help' with his nose!"

I must say that the previous month could certainly be labelled as odd. Autumn is not

here yet but it really does feel like it. The cool, dark evenings are adorable but

unfortunately cool dark evenings bring the menace that is....house arachnids.

Alan, the largest I have seen in quite a while, seems to put in an appearance at

strangely random times which usually results in him being ejected at some

considerable distance down the lane, yet....he returns.

I suspect that they have homing instincts and are building up an immunity to

conkers which always worked as a repellant but seem to failing in that department

for reasons unknown, Hospheria blames global warming but typically that is her

main reason for everything that becomes defective or broken.

Global warming and deadly plants.

I have also rediscovered my passion for giant hogweed. The very obvious eradication

programme for this deadly and enormous threat to the human race had fallen short

of success along the 'haunted road' and now, several years later ......it's back.

I was photographing the monster plants the other evening much to the surprise

of a passing people carrier full of wide eyed, staring people along the aforementioned

haunted byway, I came lumbering out of the dark with my camera hanging from

my neck only to be greeted by the approaching headlights. The driver made a

huge semi circular deviation around me, I imagine to prevent me from stealing

their souls or something. I smiled at the pasty white faces that were still staring

from the back window as the car sped into the night. I raised my camera and FOOSH,

stole there souls anyway in the form of a photograph.

Cholmondley Warner pushed his trilby to the back of his head with the barrel of his

revolver and frowned slightly. "Terrible business this, inspector" he said "to be a

successful writer in this day and age is not an easy thing, one either has it....or

they don't" he bent over the body and squinted "the Colonel obviously didn't

have the head for it"

Poised on the Void of a Never Ending Yesterday

2011-08-03T16:22:00.007+01:00

"Pumpkin.......it's August!" well, that's how the conversation went, short but very much

to the point. The up and coming steampunk weddingfest of my two closest friends

required that I somehow manufactured this ten foot high, pumpkin headed scary

scarecrow that was clearly based on one of my illustrations for the Wiccan

blessing within the district of Hound tor. "Oh goody" I said, closely followed by

"oh bloody hellfire" when I realized the very big ask. All this at a time where my

new studio just doesn't seem to get any closer to completion....and......let's just

say that I really need it, especially for ten foot pumpkin headed monsters.

As well as my failing to materialize studio, I have been working on the up and

coming 'angelvixen' and 'mystik pixie' website, that like my new studio....was well

overdue. "I just don't seem to be getting anywhere" I ranted at mca..."huh!" he

answered, well he was obviously under a considerably larger amount of stress

than me due to the fact that his duo core imac is no longer duo coring as a result

of his hard drive suffering from a slightly fatal dose of death.

I met up with the happy couple at Heltor rock a week ago for a very elaborate

picnic. They climbed up the hard way while I sat on top looking like a very

windswept Bettie Page being attacked by wasps as I tried to take photos of

the surrounding land. We then ate our combined body weight in crackers and

garlic cheese before departing for Blackingstone rock and cake. I love the 'multi

locations for different courses' picnics.

One thing that I have discovered recently is something that for me, is such a bad

idea. The horror that is....daytime drinking. I was at friends recently when we got to

toasting something or other with sparkling wine, I guess it must have been a valid form

of celebration, unfortunately I forget exactly what. The toasting went on....more wine,

more clinking glasses, I think at one point we were toasting each others cats, even more

of a puzzle as I do not possess a cat. Finally, it was over and I had launched myself along

the lane in a very vague (but correct) direction of the Vanstone family home, a walk

that may well have exceeded its regulation fifteen minutes by a good hour. The

following morning certainly started with a question..."what the....." which was soon

accompanied by the cry of "ohh my head" and then the statement....."never again!"

Today is the greatest
Day I ’ve ever kown
Can’t live for tomorrow
Tomorrow’s much too long
I burn my eyes out
Before I get out

-smashing pumpkins-

Well...there we go....I came up with some pumpkins........how smashing!

Stinging Nettles and Jam

2011-07-11T13:49:00.007+01:00

"Go on Amelia, it will be fun"........ok.....let us just concentrate on that word.....FUN.

'Enjoyment, amusement or light hearted pleasure' it says in the dictionary, all of which

appeared perilously absent during my sojourn into the North Devon countryside.

My two best friends in the world had suggested that I joined them on this activity, the

activity that is (cue dramatic music) dum de dum dum........geocaching!

That is the name that is given to this particular pastime by those who enjoy it.....

or mooching about, seemingly lost in the great British countryside in the hunt for

small grubby boxes filled with an endless supply of tat, which would be the

description applied by those who don't.

We had chosen the hottest day of the season which instantly put me in a grumpy

mood as I had to use factor fifty on my delicate complexion due to the fact that my

parasol had gone on a journey of it's very own.

After several hours of extreme 'fun', I became aware that it's practically impossible

to appear natural to the casual passer by when you are loitering in a suspicious

manner by fences, trees and styles as it's not recommended that we drew any sort

of attention from the general public to the hidden treasure that we sought, well

that is the lawful requirement from the 'high gods of the cache'

This one occasion saw me standing on a small tree covered lane with my hand

in a bush as I reached for the tupperware bounty that was hidden from view.

There was a house to the left of me that had a lot of children playing in the garden,

and it wasn't long before they had suddenly noticed me. As I glanced over, there were

about five kids standing on the roadside driveway all pointing and whispering, and

moments later it appeared that the whole family had come to gawp at the goth girl

standing outside their house, elbow deep in a great british hedgerow.

The eldest of the group who I assumed was the dad as he was the tallest and

beardiest, smiled and nodded his respects as he roughly ushered his still staring

kids back in the direction of the house. I did the same.......MISTAKE, my hair got

tangled in the hawthorn which made me yell out "aaaarrggghhh....hawthorn!"

and all of a sudden, the whole family were back on the road again, staring

and pointing. As before, they were rounded up like sheep and sent in the direction of

the house again. "Get me out" I cried, and it wasn't long before my friends had

extracted me from the bushes.

JAM CARNAGE

After a long Sunday walk with Moomin, we were perilously late with our return

to the cream tea emporium which clearly stated that it closed its doors to the

general public at five o clock....it was eight minutes to. After asking nicely, it was

agreed by the cream tea ladies that we indeed had time. This particular place is

in an old church hall and boasts bone china, vases of flowers and starched

linen tablecloths. Tea, bread, butter, cakes and jam were brought to us as we sat

there alone in this huge hall at the only dressed table. Remembering the

Houndtor tea incident with the purple mug, we agreed that best behavior would

be observed at all times. I managed to pour both teas, with no drips...happy, then

I managed to cut the cake with no crumbs....very happy, then Moomin put jam

on her bread and butter......happiness over! There was quite a loud 'donk' that came

from her direction, I quickly looked up from my tea and noticed the wide eyed

stare of horror coming from Moomin's face. I followed her gaze of terror back

down to the table to the enormous spoon full......or rather the 'started off as a spoon

full' mound of blackcurrant jam that had now set up home on the extremely clean and

starched linen tablecloth. We both gazed at each other with open mouths and

I did what any well bred girl would do.....I put the vase of flowers over it.

So then......I think that we will leave the next visitation to this cream tea venue for a

few weeks so the guardians of the cake and tea will have time to forget us...

although on second thoughts we do tend to get remembered....it's an appearance

thing you see......and next weekend, well I have to admit it.....I shall be probably

up to my shoulders in hedgerow again.

Nocturnal Angst of The Dying Swan

2011-06-07T12:27:00.013+01:00

The night

Hath been to me a more familiar face

Than that of man; and in her starry shade

Of dim and solitary loveliness

I learned the language of another world.

GGB

Thunk!.....doomf doomf doomf, it went at precisely 5 am this morning, right across

my roof, and then it was gone. 1855, rural Devon....on the night of the 8th and 9th of

February, there was a light snowfall across the shire and the following morning.....

there was panic, as for exactly one hundred miles and almost in a straight line, there

were hoof like prints found in the whiteness. They went along the ground, through

woodlands, across streams, over trees, over haystacks and most importantly.....

over the roofs of many houses. This true story had no explanation however, it was

reported by several eye witnesses that they had seen a 'devil' like figure, running and

jumping at great speed just before the sun rose......so, guess what was on my mind at

exactly 5 am today! Logical Amelia was really put to the test with this one, and

hoping to make myself feel less frightened by my early morning visitation I

eventually concluded.....roof badgers....they have finally evolved the ability to

climb up ladders or mossy wall growth.

This month has certainly been filled with angst riddled tantrums and proverbial

spanners tossed casually into the well oiled workings of my creativity by lady fate.

I am currently typing this hunched over my macbook instead of lounging with the

wireless keyboard on my lap and staring at a large screen. The reason.....well the

hard drive on my iMac is going through it's 'dying swan' phase as when it all gets

too much, he places the back of his cyber hand against his furrowed cyber brow and

sighs "oh it's all getting too much, I really don't know if I can go on any longer"

and then promptly feigns a camp Shakespearian faint into sleep mode. I am now

getting sick and tired of our clandestine and regular meetings in the gardens of

disc utility. I really don't fancy another trip to the genius bar to be told by an Apple

genius the bleeding obvious as that really doesn't require a genius. "You should

work here" I was told last time by someone I really didn't want to classify as a genius

as it seemed that they were lacking. "Nope" I replied " issues you see with the

blue tee shirt with the white Apple logo, I may consider it if Mr. Jobs provided

me with a black tee emblazoned with a golden hybrid apple/skull logo that was

being held by a black widow spider set in front sacrificial virgins tied to flaming

pc towers.........can I have one please please please?"

Another mild irritation is the seemingly endless supply of spindly spiders. It's

almost as if a large truck had pulled up outside and a lorry driver type with a

clipboard announced "two ton of assorted arachnids love, where do you want the

spindly spiders?" Well at the moment I am leaving them be as the do tend to

eat the woodworms that were delivered another truck load on a previous occasion.

I just don't like doing that wavy hand thing that people do when they walk into

webs as from outside it must look like I'm doing some really naff dance routine

to the casual passer by. I really need a good night's sleep.....thats at least

until 5 am tomorrow when the devil makes his return journey.

Return of the Eco Warrior

2011-05-14T09:21:00.006+01:00

300 million years ago, the heaving, volcanic depths of planet earth erupted it's

igneous granite batholith upwards and outwards which in turn formed the 250 sq

miles of Dartmoor rock that we know and love so much today. In it's most exposed

places, the granite intrusion endured millions of years of erosion and in turn,

created the magical and mystical tor formations that have been steeped in folklore

and legend throughout the centuries. The main composition of granite is

large and small deposits feldspar which is mixed with equally large amounts but

smaller in size varieties of quartz and mica structures......so the result of

all of this....I DON'T SLEEP.

Dartmoor is basically one GIANT crystal which channels all of the earth energy

resulting in something called Geopathetic Stress. This has many side effects, the

most appropriate being the lack of sleep variety that has been plaguing me for ages.

Hospheria Belladonna Callisto barked the words "crystal therapy" to me, so it was

off to the shops to buy some amethyst to place around the bed, and just for once, I

was an incredibly good girl as I didn't return with shoes. However I also didn't

return with the amethyst that I originally went for as the crystal shop was all

out. I am presuming there are many others with the earth energies running amok

with their sleeping patterns too.

Well I have been very busy creating together with the angelvixen collective recently,

in fact all work and no play has turned Amelia into a very dull girl. The monthly

high was definitely the oil paint bargain of the year which resulted in me filling

the primary colour void for only twenty pounds. The monthly low was being

mistaken for somebody else that clearly wasn't me....wrong bloody artist for a

bloody start....bloody cheek.....talk about giving somebody a bloody complex. I think the

goth look has a lot to do with that sometimes, hence..BLACK AND PURPLE DREADS

again at the moment...oo look at me, all gothic eco warrior. Moomin said I need

to get back into dresses and skirts again so that is the plan although this

actually has nothing to do with anything.....shut up Amelia.

Lady Gaga has been cropping up a lot too as 1 I really love her to bits and 2 she is in

the UK at the moment doing some shows. Rumor has it that a certain female

artist based...oo let's say, on Dartmoor, is painting her image for...um let's also say

for a certain Pre Raphaelite Sisterhood school of incredible women of outrageous

fortune....crumbs, I just went a bit Shakespearean then.

My energy levels are soaring, creativity flowing.....enthusiasm escalating, well that

would be the Geopathics of the land although......it's still keeping me awake....

I NEED CRYSTALS!

Mistress Crimson Ophelia

2011-04-26T16:11:00.003+01:00

Well at last, the first photo-rendition for the Pre Raphaelite inspired series of paintings

is ready for enlarging on the A2 printer. For the fans of John Everett Millais, the

first and most obvious comparison is that I'm not wet, in fact I am nowhere near

the Denmark based stream that Ophelia drowned in after falling from the overhanging tree

just as in the Shakespearian play. Another very obvious and notable point is that

gone is the pose of the late victorian martyrs with the upturned face and

open arms which has been replaced with something of a more contemporary stance.

It was mentioned that my Ophelia would not have drowned in the famous stream

but more likely succumbed to her icy death in the bottom of a pint glass full

of Magner's.......oh your an art philistine mca.

The Intoxication of Burlesque Desire

2011-04-22T14:53:00.019+01:00

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;

Thank you Byron..nicely written sir....unfortunately, not wholly appropriate for the glorious

weather that is making it's unusually early appearance this year. This means one thing for

me...suncream and a big parasol to reflect the damaging and spiteful rays from ravaging my alabaster complexion. Recently I have taken to wearing extremely burlesque inspired

clothing, initially for a photoshoot with Mca, but now it seems that impossibly proportioned

heels and backseamed stockings are creeping into my daily repertoire with ease. The whole gothic-burlesque thing may be my next obsession, like Bettie Page and Blythe

dolls. Before I got too sidetracked with incredible clothing, the beginning of last month saw

an enormous spanner inserted sideways into the delicate workings of the angelvixen

machine of creativity. Mca was trying to finish off some artwork for me, when completely unannounced, his large iMac decided to die a bit. After a period of total panic, he

decided to pay a visit to the Apple refurb store to replace the defective workstation......

Hmm grumpy bit, he was upgraded from the i5 intel to the 27 inch i7 intel without incurring

any extra cost. Happy and extremely envious all at the same time...

oh I want a quad core now!

The artwork that he was doing for me is going to be the working images for my up and

coming pre-raphaelite, gothic inspired tales of folklore and legendary ultravixens which

seems to be well overdue at the moment. Too many distractions for this girl....which brings

me back to the weather. We have been drinking lots of gin at the moment rather like

Victorian alcoholic down and outs, and contrary to popular belief......it really isn't going out

of fashion. Amongst the drinking, open air dining and random chit chat about life in general,

there has been a lot of hula hooping going on as well. Me...well I really cant do it, my coordination seems to be awful, Moomin however is getting really good though. She can do tricks and all sorts of clever things, only once did she do some sort of flashy move up above

her head to a slight fluff on the return which resulted her hoop flying through the air and

hitting me in the face and knocking me onto my back. So as I said, distractions...my

gaze becomes diverted quite easily from my work to the great outdoors all too frequently

these days (shakes fist in a threatening manner at the orange ball of fire in the sky)

but I guess it's better than shaking my fist at copious amounts of wet stuff.

Another by product of the summer is the wearing of flip flops....I have never ventured down

that road due to my old fashioned attitude to covering everything up...."just go on line and

have a look" Moomin commanded, and so I did. Ultimately I saw exactly what I wanted and ordered them immediately. "Yay..what did you order?" Moomin enquired with excitement

in her voice.....quietly I answered "oh....er...fourteen hole Doctor Martins in black

with purple laces"

Organically Influenced Lunar Intervention

2011-03-19T09:36:00.014Z

Tonight
We'll crucify the insincere tonight
We'll make things right, we'll feel it all tonight
We'll find a way to offer up the night tonight
The indescribable moments of your life tonight
The impossible is possible tonight
Believe in me as I believe in you, tonight

Ooo I just went all Smashing Pumpkins...well as I am on the subject, tonight... it just so

happens that there is going to be a 'supermoon'. The moon will be thirty thousand

miles closer to us and it last did that eighteen years ago. Hmm it sounds like I have

gone all Patrick Moore but in reality....no, I saw it on the news.

Of course it is compulsory to string together some form of celebratory soiree involving

friends, nibbles, music and........oh go on then, alcoholic beverages... if we must!

The pixies and faeries are going to celebrating tonight!

Elementary Photophobic Premonition

2011-03-05T10:06:00.006Z

Having never really recovered from that incident with Mca and the irretrievable Blythe doll, I

recently found myself shopping the other day with his good lady of all things holistic- Nic, for the usual girlie nonsense and shoe based products in their home town of the northern shire.

I was indeed on a mission for a pair of super swish cat eye sunglasses but wasn't having an

awful lot of luck as nowhere had them.

As we approached a charity shop my heart suddenly lurched and I ran towards the window

and to what I thought to be a much sought after 70's doll. My lurching heart sank as it

turned out to be a a really tacky Bratz variety sitting there looking like a bit of a loose maiden.

But then....my eyes drifted to the left and "OMG.......LOOK....I DON'T BELIEVE IT" I yelled

as I spotted the large headed, googly eyed beauty sitting there by a 'Thomas the tank

engine' staring back at me from behind the glass.

I launched myself through the door nearly flattening a lady who was struggling with a

heavy bag of groceries and nearly knocked over a man with a walking stick too. I grabbed

the doll from the window and stood there in totally stunned disbelief as Nic came

up beside me. "Well, is it?" she asked as I stood there still staring at one of the most

elusive prizes that I could ever imagine finding. "Yes...Takara version, 2002....she's mine!"

Now this is the really spooky bit!

Nic suddenly pointed it out, I had missed the obvious thing......the oh so obvious thing.

"Who does she look like, I mean look...long raven black hair, blunt cut fringe, black

fitted long sleeved top and a pair of gold pvc trousers" Nic whispered....."IT'S ME!"

I replied, the similarity was uncanny, I have to say that if I had to choose one Blythe doll

from a shop FULL of Blythe dolls, then this would be the one...the EXACT one.

Oo there are indeed very mystic and great powers at work here....and incidentally,

I never got the cat eye sunglasses.

Subterranean Terrors

2011-02-22T14:13:00.004Z

Next door lady just so happened to inform me the other morning as to the plight of her

household plumbing and as it was a bit too early for me to take in the intricacies and

traumatically over descriptive reason why she needed 'men in'......I promptly forgot.

Fine....the technicality of our complicated drain workings due to the age of our

properties meant that all blockages had to be dealt with almost inside my house due to

the incredibly bad positioning of the inspection hatch just on the inside of my rear door.

The problem....well lets just say that my house becomes uninhabitable due to the

comparative smell as to that of the pig farm just down the road at mucking out time.

Well now..the weather is officially starting to annoy me as it has started to play havoc

with my shoes and I am sick and tired of deviating around woodlands and muddy

areas in case my Demonias get grubby. All this at the time that I need to be outside

getting more photos and working images for the next series of paintings that I

am starting. Pre-raphaelite gothic goddesses in moody landscapes wearing floaty dresses

with and armour and faeries and stuff...oh my, that's a mouthful.

Yikes I've gone of the path again. So, having forgotten about the drain issue that had

been related to me in the morning, it was eventually evening and Moomin and I were in

slumber mode with typical girlie slumber clothing, nibbles and an endless supply

of chick flicks on the go. All of a sudden there was a yellow flashing light coming up

the lane which parked right outside my house. As the light illuminated the front room

Moomin and I looked at each other quizzically. "Alright love...where is the blockage?" said

a man's voice to next door lady. "OH.....I FORGOT......DRAIN MEN!" I whispered.

Through the door I could make out two figures in orange who started to pull open

drain covers. I very quickly explained to Moomin (in hushed tones) as to why we

can't let them in (pig farm) and we would have to be very quiet. "Pretend we aren't in"

whispered Moomin "that's it.....but, er the lights are on"

The men had now gone around the back and there were noises of tools and hoses

moving under the house with gushing water jets. "Er....hide!" I said and with that we

both dived on the floor and crawled under the coffee table as we pretended that we

were out or something. One of the men was now back at the front and was making

disapproving sounds as to the fact that the drain was still blocked. Then there was a

gushing sound and I was convinced that the hatch near the kitchen was going to be blown

upwards showering my house in next door lady's ........ooh I don't want to even think

about it. By now Moomin was having a huge fit of the giggles which started me off.

"Two grown up girls hiding under the table from men with boiler suits and a hosepipe

and a big van with yellow flashing lights, heheheheheh" it was mentioned.

All of a sudden there were two figures outside, this time though they were making

satisfied 'man sounds'...."ah there we go it's all gone now" one said. "Yes...

time for the pub then" said the other and with that they were gone.

Moomin and I lay there for a bit longer and when I had plucked up enough courage

I jumped up and peered out of the window. "Oh good....they've gone, lets get back

to chick flicks and dips"

I recently saw next door lady and there was no mention of the drain, however I did

give her some money off vouches for 'all bran' and some 'fruit and fibre' cereal...

well she may take the hint!

Blythe Faerie Trauma

2011-02-10T16:21:00.003Z

Recently I have been lurking around woodlands in a moody victorian style with the hope

of coming across tree faeries again. Mca happened to pass comment about something to

do with madness and boxes of frogs or something but I chose to ignore it.

However, he did notice that Luna my faerie doll bore a striking resemblance to another

doll that he was holding in his very hands not three months ago.

"Exactly the same googly eyes and enormous head" he said as he examined Luna in

a very methodical manner. As Luna was of the Blythe tribe I enquired if he was at a toy

fair or antique market. "Er...charity shop" he said..."WHAT!" I said.

He went on "yes a basket that announced, small toys 50p and large toys £1.50...I assumed

that the doll was in the large toy category"......."WHAT!" I repeated, now clearly with

visible signs of what best can be described as tears of disbelief welling up behind my

extremely black (but luckily waterproof) lashes.

"Noooo, this can't be" I said as I grabbed hold of mca and dragged him into my studio.

I fired up my sleeping imac and googled Blythe dolls and then pointed at the screen.

"You see the prices.....eh...look, look" I yowled as I carried on frantically tapping

at the the shiny images. "Oh.....OH!" mca replied "clearly the £1.50 may well have been

regarded as somewhat of a bargain" he went on. "Yes" I said in a hushed voice "I think

I need a bit of a lie down"

"Drama queen" he shouted after me as I floated off in the direction of my room.......

I won't tell you what I shouted back!

Awakening

2011-01-16T15:02:00.006Z

I am looking out of my window....the grey clouds are scooting across the horizon

towards Widecombe in the Moor and a group of outdoor types are struggling with

a large map that clearly wants to be a kite and not a ramblers picnic blanket as the

high priestess of Ordnance Survey had surely intended.

The second coffee of the day just hasn't done it's job as I was woken up at bonkers

o clock by the even more bonkers birds that seem to think that it's time to go and

buy Easter eggs. I'm contemplating the third as I can't stop rubbing my eyes and yawning

and this really is having a damaging effect on my carefully applied eyes and lips.

Last night I dreamt that I was a darkly gothic, blood sucking, angel type faerie

again who was skulking around the granite outcrops of Honeybag tor looking

for lost and weary travelers to feast upon (yes...again, this seems to be a regular one)

The outdoor types have now tamed their unruly map and banished it to top of a

truly enormous rucksack and are busily 'clickety clicking' their way up the lane

with their walking poles as they head out towards the moor.....hmmm, I wonder if

they are going near Honeybag tor? Vampyre Amelia would relish in that. A quick

look at the outdoor types and it was fairly obvious who would be the first to

perish. A very short lady was coming up the rear of the group and was clearly

having issues in the trouser department (I think she needs a belt.) She would drop

back from the group to adjust her polyester source of annoyance and WHAM.....

"where's Mabel?" would come the question. On realising that very short lady

was missing it would be agreed that they would have to split up to search for

her.....this was exactly what Vampyre Amelia would want as she carefully picked

them off one by one as they mooched around the monoliths. When it came to the

leader and last of the ramblers (who I shall call Neville) to succumb to the bite

of the undead, he would dig deep into his goretex and pull out a shiny cross

that he had hanging around his neck (19.99 from Argos) and wave it in Amelia's

direction, hoping to repel the nasty girl. "Ha...doesn't work on me foolish mortal,

try again" she would snarl and Neville would frantically search his pockets for

a weapon. A compass, mobile phone, cuddly bear keyring....wait, what's this...

Kendal mint cake!

"Is that Kendal mint cake?" Vampyre Amelia would ask. ""yes" Neville would

answer as he waved it in the air as a threat to the mistress of darkness.

"Hmmm............I'm off""

I never liked Kendal mint cake, I am sure that it's the same stuff that you hang in

the toilet for that pine fresh minty smell, in fact I bet that it's made in the same

factory..........um.....you know that I said that the coffee wasn't working....well I think

that it is now as I am doing what the happy, clicky outdoor types are doing...

RAMBLING!

2010-12-09T10:51:00.001Z

If the shoe fits.........or not

2010-11-24T09:08:00.003Z

Oh.......aaargh!........there we go, frustration coming out on this fine gloomy November

morning. Well it was the unanimous decision to go shopping for 'go with anything

leather boots' last weekend in our local shopping metropolis of everything footwear

related. I was very good and dressed down for the day with black bondage trousers,

full length vampire coat and killer (or just having been killed as Moomin put it)

makeup with very long pvc gloves to top it off. Right...here is my rant of the day,

why is it that most 'go with anything leather boots' seem to be built for the

averagely proportioned girl with legs that would make a chicken very proud.

Oh you know the score...."zip going up.....zip going....oh, it's not going any further."

Maybe it's the fact that we come from generations of quality Dartmoor stock

(walking up hills....and....walking down hills) but I never considered my legs to be

anything other than normal and not even edging into the 'ladies with sturdy pins

department' so why do none of these boots seem to fit?

Having been defeated by the elusive 'go with everything leather boot pixies' I decided

it was time to indulge in one of my 'five a day' ...."I need apple products"

I giggled as we entered one of my biggest fetishistic emporiums, namely the

apple store for a session in gazing wistfully at future soon to be purchased shiny

toys. I decided that it would be a good idea to mark each product of desire with

a bright red lipsticky kiss of passion but the sales girl had other ideas when I

approached a 27 inch imac with the kind of look a fox gives a chicken shortly

before dismantling it for teatime, "hi guys, you having a good day".......I gave her

the broody undead stare as I REALLY dislike being referred to as 'GUYS!'

"well if you must know.....no, we have had problems finding....OH WHERE DID YOU

GET THOSE BOOTS?" I suddenly deviated on noticing the sales girl's

footwear.....conversation turned to more important issues which provided Moomin

and I with a website for 'go with anything, yes even for you weirdy girl...leather boots'

putting the very near purchase of the 27 inch imac on hold...well for now.

Ipad covers though....well thats a completely new rant...don't get me started!

Halloween

2010-11-02T16:31:00.009Z

It was a dark and moody Dartmoor last Sunday, the moor was shrouded in mist and

drizzle and only the bravest warrior would venture 'up top' where they would be under the

watchful eyes of the spirits and demons of all Hallow's eve that were lurking on the

granite tors and windswept open spaces....waiting, just waiting to catch the weary

and unsuspecting traveller off guard where they would be torn from the comfort and

safety of our world and into eternal damnation of burning torment where their memory

would be but a shadow on the wind that cries "remember me...remember me, for now my

soul is one with the land and my memory is but the passing clouds, my body is the

sodden earth and my breath still whispers.....remember me, for now I am gone"

Waxing Lyrical

2010-10-14T08:37:00.003+01:00

Right!...to clear things up...I am not a hairy girl thank you!

my good friend, quad-biking super beautician and other half to my very best friend Mca,

has now moved into the realm of all things waxy and 'hair be banished for eternity"

it seems that she needs and indeed insists on ripping hairs out of anything with a

pulse as she practices the art of hair removal, an art I believe that became very

popular during the period known as the Spanish Inquisition-

"come on up and I'll do your legs" she says "you will feel sooo much better when you

get your legs out"eh?.....get your legs out...do you think that I keep them in a box?

as it turns out, my legs were indeed 'out' the other day when I decided to take

some impossibly proportioned heels for a test drive around the grave yard with

Byron.....I wasn't aware of any hair related problems....the usual wide eyed

'OMG a vampire lurking between the memorials' looks came from random

members of the public, but at no time did any of them say "ooo, scary lady....one's

legs need some VEET application....bad hairs!"

ahh...Sunday saw Nic,Mca and I going for a fairly hefty walk from Lustleigh up to

Hunters Tor via the river...a spooky start in the mist saw Nic photographing pretty

much every mushroom in sight, while Mca stood at the base of the 'split pinnacle'

rock and gave some serious thought to climbing up it by himself (there's a special

climbing phrase for that activity....I think it was 'tempting death' or something like that)

we eventually got to the river where I unceremoniously fell in the mud, moving

on we soon arrived at the top where we had tuna bagels "er...Amelia, camera bag,

camera bag" came the observation from Nic....."aarggh, thats going to smell" I

replied as I tried to remove the fishy lumps that had escaped from my lunch time

treat and ended up all over my gucci Lowe Pro bag and shiny stuff...I tried to

take a landscape 'joiner' of the tor silhouetted against the blue sky and sun but due

to the very bad positioning of one 'beardy weirdy' right in mid shot (he had no top

on....it was soooo wrong, he may have thought that I was trying to take a sneaky

peak at his 'man jugs').................................I aborted that idea

as I sat on the couch in the beauty spa after having a totally orgasmic facial, the

voices from behind the curtain next to me went like this...."no, waxing the under

arms doesn't hurt as much as the legs" the client/victim was still complaining about

her very sore legs "ok...there may be a tiny bit of blood...ready....steady

fffffffffrrrrriiiiiiiiippppppp! "YAAAAARRGH F...K YOU....THAT BLOODY KILLS

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH".......................Nic........the answer's NO!

Autumn Ramblings

2010-09-30T12:44:00.004+01:00

ok...I'm really excited, tomorrow is the first of October and that means the witching

month has arrived- Halloween's coming YAY!

the season is changing into the most mooky and inspirational month of the year

for me so I'm out all the time with my 'serious' camera getting working photos-

last Sunday we found ourselves in yet another woodland mooching about with no real

agenda...I did however make a promise to myself that I wouldn't be jumping out the

holly bushes on any passing jolly ramblers like last time...my passing resemblance to

a forest vampire is pretty good, so I opted for the possible coronary inducing antics

to be kept to a minimum..we did find the best rope swing that Moomin couldn't get on,

I could though and laughed at her as she had to just stand there pouting due to her

missing out on the swinging action...the pout didn't last, it turned to hysterical laughter

as I unceremoniously fell on my face when I tried the glamorous dismount....re-apply

lippy, check hair, brush off leaves and then commence chasing Moomin along the

track, weilding my tripod like a three pronged samurai sword- It wasn't until we ended

up in our usual tea drinking parlor that I noticed black is the wrong colour to wear

for the purpose of rolling about in dirt-

ooo I had an idea....'cyber slumber'- this is how it goes,

1: tell as many girl (or boy) friends to kindly pass on the information

2: choose a night when there's a good film on the tv (this is SLUMBERNIGHT!)

3: popcorn, cider, chocolates, nibbles (face masks optional)

4: everyone get ready on facebook chat

5: comfy slippers, bat jammies, fluffy hoodies, well you get the picture

6: commence the slumber!

dreads dreads dreads....oh I'm now in the middle of contemplation about the next

batch of hair falls that I'm going to have to back comb into wearability- my friend Nic

is in dire need for some due to her ever looming nuptials next year to which I'm

invited, so I need a dress but better avoid that little pvc number that I have had my

little eye on over there at the lovely Moonmaiden...it keeps talking to me by saying

"buy me...buy me...yooo neeed me"

ooh I do and I will, the only thing is that a pvc minidress isn't, well...appropriate

..........or is it?

American-Gothchick

2010-09-18T12:43:00.008+01:00

I am having the most bonkers and

weirdest dreams at the moment...I think it's because the seasons are changing

or something like that, anyway somebody once told me to write them down..

but no, I can do one better than that being an illustrator type...so there we go

HA HA!....beat you to it Moomin.....DEPP'S MINE!

groundhog day with spilt tea

2010-08-31T14:07:00.009+01:00

Pauley Perrette has her 'threeoclockdance' break and we really love that idea- just imagine

it became compulsory...a divorcing couple throwing plates and arguing over who gets

custody of the dog and...."uh oh, it's 3 o clock...better shimmy!" or the fighting ninja

assassins in mid tango "you move delightfully Moonshadow Star San, but when we finish

this erotic dance of love.....I must kill you, your family, your friends, your friend's family....

and your goldfish!"- well now....I have noticed that I have a similar thing, not always at

three o clock, but at least once a day, every day!

what happens is that I have a tendency of at least ONE moment of involuntary madness-

this is the most recent example of what is best described as totally unnecessary behavior

LOCATION:

a popular Dartmoor tor based eatery out of the back of a van..(names have been changed

to protect the innocent) Moomin and I were to meet friends there but they became very

lost somewhere between Chagford and Bovey so it allowed us indulge in tea based

activities..."hey it's three o clock anyway" so tea was requested and the large, scary burger

lady obliged- she placed two mugs on the sparkling worktop and turned away for the

teapot....it was at precisely this moment that I noticed the purple mug...I wanted it,

unfortunately Moomin had the same idea and after the tea was filled to the brim, both

our hands grabbed hold of it-"don't you want the yellow one?" Moomin asked "er...no

I want this one" I said, tightening my grip- we both tugged it in opposing directions which

caused tea to spill all over large, scary burger lady's worktop...she gave us both a really hard stare stopping the squabbling, well.... for a bit- grabbing the yellow mug too, we both

accompanied the purple chalice back to my car, spilling tea painfully down our legs-

back at the car I visually followed the typhoo trail back to the van where large, scary burger

lady was still mopping up at giving us mature, grown up girls an even harder stare out of the

window- looking down I had now noticed that there wasn't much tea left in the purple

mug....I bit my lip and giggled "ok Moomin, I'm going to be soo lovely and let you have this,

I will settle for the yellow one" Moomin had the same idea " oh no, I insist you have it"

both our grips tightened around the yellow mug now causing tea to pour all over our

feet with burning drips- eventually we both gazed down at the empty mugs and felt quite

ashamed, especially when the mugs had to be returned to large, scary burger lady who was

still giving us both a 'perishing look' "trouble making goths!" I imagined she was thinking

CONCLUSION:

when purchasing tea...ask for two identical mugs....

failing that...rock,paper,scissors,lizard,spock

never...ever...come between a girl and her shoes

2010-08-24T11:30:00.003+01:00

the man stood on the doorstep with a box...."ooh I know what this is" I said with a

large amount of excitement in my voice- after doing the rubbish signature on his

gizmo box thingy, I slammed the door and made for the bedroom....all was too

quite...I wasn't happy- suddenly, without warning, there was a thunder of footsteps

as the shoe assassin attacked- Moomin also knew what was in the box and had

decided to beat me to it's bounty....we crashed to the floor as we grabbed for the box in

a tangled mass of dreads and stripey socks..."aha" I breathlessly gasped as I managed

to get to my feet...but to no avail as Moomin grasped my ankle sending sparawling

over the bed and down the other side- the box crashed onto the floor and moomin

started peeling at the tape..I picked up my big floor cushion and whacked her

around the back of the head..."cripes, that's done it!" I murmered as Moomin suddenly

turned her attention to me...we both ran down the stairs again screaming as it

was obviously my turn for large pillow whackage in the melon department- now in

the kitchen we grabbed hold of each others hair and started tugging "ow ow ow"

we both went "get off get off" CRASH!..................oo....................the large glass jar

containing several hundred gogo crazybones was now on the floor, luckily intact but

it was enough to stop the carnage "ok, let's be sensible about this" I said "yes, after

all we are grown ups " came Moomin's reply....I was off, taking three steps at a time I

grabbed the box and ran into my studio locking the door.....AND.........RELAX!

well the final outcome, I won....and as Moomin snapped me above lounging in her boudoir

wearing the spoils of war, she asked "well..can I at least borrow them?"......biting my

lip and thinking for a moment I replied..."course you can Moomin, course you can"

thank you demonia...lovely shoes....but oh, the conflict

sulking pixie

2010-08-13T13:35:00.004+01:00

right at this very moment in space and time I am eating what can only be described as

HUUUUGE pear drops while listening to Lemon Jelly and stewing in my own gothic

juices at the tragic and unfortunate loss of a soon to be purchased pair of shoes

with serial killer heels (a much more serious proposition than killer heels ).....they

were no longer there when I looked.....sold (I imagine) to another weak willed and slightly disturbed type with an involuntary shoe fetish like me....ohhhhhhh.....sulk!

zen and the art of broadbeans

2010-08-09T17:28:00.002+01:00

I am not a 'techno-scaredycat' in fact I openly embrace technology with both arms....

but today....let's just say that my patience is being put to the test in a very large

way- the reason, I have just entered into a fairly heated exchange with my 'time

machine'......he's actually arguing with me (nice programming apple people)

"ooo you haven't backed up for one hundred and seventy days, your such a naughty

girl, I'm not totally sure that you have enough space for this latest backup......

I suggest you go away for a bit and think about your over casual attitude young lady while

I decide if I really want to perform your latest request.....ooo and I'm telling your iphone!"

-well it went something like that-

yesterday saw Moomin and I mooching around the Riverside gallery in Bovey (mostly for tea drinking purposes but also to look at the shiny, pretty things)- I was looking at a vase

(I think) when I heard the yell "oooooooooloookatthat!" coming from the gallery's

direction- I rushed over to find Moomin gazing with love pasted all over her face as she

stared at this coat....no ordinary coat....oh no...A RED AND ORANGE FELT COAT!

"I must have it" I said in a clinical and matter of fact way, we then bowed our heads in the

customary manner to review the price...this caused both Moomin and myself to stand

bolt upright and take one step back at the same time..."correction I really want it but

oh no...three thousand pounds" cue the pout- so I decided to take a photo to send

to my friend who makes felt things "flash....off, don't want to attract attention" I

said raising the camera discreetly CLICK......FOOOSH- actually flash...on, attention

most definitely attracted- "that's done it" whispered Moomin "we're for it now"

"why's that" I replied "are we gonna get arrested by the 'craft police'

with that, we casually strolled out of the exit while the lady with the blue rinse gave me

(the one with the purple rinse) a really hard stare-

talking of Moomin, I recently introduced her to the delights of the Mighty Boosh-

I wasn't sure if it would raise a smirk but at one point there was herbal tea coming

out of her nose so...my job here is done-

finally, something a bit random- I recently mentioned to one of my bonkers relatives that I was in the middle of changing my broadband for faster download speeds....."oo, ah..is it

possible to download broadbeans on the internet?" came the reply....

oh I hope it's not catching!

summer faerie

2010-07-14T15:02:00.007+01:00

well I sat there, peering out from under my parasol at the large men with even

larger beards all swiping at each other with big sticks as they danced

lightly backwards and forwards in time to the diddly diddly music that echoed

up the valley........well that was last year and with those images still

fresh in my mind, Moomin and I decided to go to the Belstone summer fayre last

Sunday to get another folk fix (as it was July.....and you just have to)

Arriving late it seemed that all of north Dartmoor was there as we had to park the car

just out of the village!- a pain as we had to negotiate point A (the car)

to point B (the fayre) via point T (trees) as the sun (point S) was scorching and

I had to maintain tree cover as 1 I burn easy and 2 it takes a lot of effort to

keep this translucent vampyrish complexion intact-

Mca and Nic had already parked in the shade and had gone off up to

the very exiting sounding 'white spider directissma' to climb up rocks......I fancied

the idea of sitting on top of that one looking all windswept and moody but, er..

wrong time of day to be doing that plus the fact my freckles tend to

come out in daylight and that's such a bad look for me-

hey...we found another potential home for angelvixen in the shape of the old

telegraph office that had the coolest door, all archy and gothic with studs

and things- ideas seem to flow between us before a very small horse

walked up and decided to be my very best friend covering me in

ginger horse hairs- eventually we caught up with Nic and Mca

in the car park and decided that ice cream from the service station

and a game of 'match the customer to the car' should be the next move

before teatime......service station lady chuckled "fab ice lolly for the

sporty outdoor type girly covered in chalky stuff.....magnum dark for

the goth chick covered in.....ewww orange hair!"

"yooo what!"

2010-07-03T13:55:00.003+01:00

well...as you can see, 'noriko' is ready for the fibreglass mould to be fitted which resulted

in me paying a visit to the the "24 hour world of tools and stuff" to buy the

things to make a start-I was greeted by a fairly young guy who made me feel at

ease as this was clearly 'man world' when it came to purchasing glass fibre

products-just before I could enquire, 'young guy' was immediately replaced by

'big guy with moustache' who gave me a fairly frosty look and asked

"can I help?" making me feel as though I was under scrutiny from the counter

staff-"er..I need some gelcoat"I started to say but was cut off mid sentence by

'magnum PI'......"oh yes, gelcoat, what sort and what for, there are many kinds,

it can be very complicated!" he softened" hee hee, I mean it's not something as

straightforward as painting your nails is it love?"

cue me...I glared back across the counter as I started to see red from behind my

fixed gaze "oh...it sounds as though you know a lot about painting your nails"

I responded to 'magnum PI'..."do you borrow your girlfriend's when she is

out or do you buy your own....oh, forgive me, I am presuming a lot, you may

actually be sharing your boyfriend's instead"

I was seeing red and by now'magnum PI was turning a very impressive shade of

it as well..."so to recap" I said "tooling gelcoat...black so I can polish up the surface

for the PVA release agent and wax for the three part mould"

"I will get it for you" 'magnum PI' said as he scurried off out back-

"nice" said one of the other guys "he can be such a tool sometimes....well done"

"I haven't even started yet" I said in a low voice as I stared back through

narrowing eyes-"here you go" 'magnumPI said as he gave me the bits that I

had asked for "thank you" I said " there is one thing you can help me with as

you are obviously very knowledgeable and know more about the subject than me"

'magnum PI' looked like he had the chance to redeem himself by answering

a fibreglass related question "the problem I'm having" I said " is streaks and

lines......how can I avoid these when I put on really dark purple nail varnish?"

bonehill

2010-06-30T12:11:00.009+01:00

"ok Amelia" mca said "this is how it will go....I climb the rocks...you paint them"- after a real lengthy discussion about exactly what this bit at Bonehill is called, 'the wave', 'the green room' well there was a name for it, I'm pretty sure there was, hmmm
oh I don't know, it's a guy thing..you know, bouldering and testosterone and "it's a V10, nah it's a V20" whatever that means...needless to say mca did really well climbing it right up to the point of major plummetation, " it's a V-harder than it looks" I commented to the not so amused pumped and chalky types looking daggers at the gobby goth chick who was now chuckling away to herself under her dreads...anyway, the painting is done...varnish going on tomorrow so long as it isn't too hot and oh I am
still waiting for the title please mr. mca.....oo.....I think that I may have really exceeded my caffeine intake this morning, my hands seem to leave mini vapour trails when I move them sooo, um, what to do...I know, a lie down with Byron and a bit of Morcheeba

cake

2010-06-29T16:01:00.003+01:00

am I in a mood?...thinks for a minute...well ok, yes- picture this-

I have just walked a fairly long way in this very hot heat, with all this hair

to the cake emporium to purchase...well, cake you see-

I point at the large thing that may or may not contain nuts and the cake lady

hands me it with the request for thirty pence due to the aforementioned cake

being on what she called a 'special'-

I returned to the studio with a very large grin on my pale and anemic face

due to my triumphant purchase (there's nothing as unnerving to the

casual bystander as a smiling goth....no really!)

as I climb the stairs swinging my soon to be devoured richly glazed

e-numberfest from the corner of the white paper bag, there was a

slightly audible 'shhhrp' closely followed by a highly audible

'doof doof doof' as my prize cake descended the stairs without me-

I now sit here cross legged on the floor picking, well I really

don't know what off the fluffy and slightly tarnished icing.....

I may be some time, in fact it will soon be tea time so the answer to my first

question...mood.....me......oh yes!

"oi abby"

2010-06-29T10:34:00.002+01:00

er...what? I replied...

well, not exactly the first time really that I've had that bellowed at me from

across a carpark or crowded ale house, this time it just happened to be

morrisons' 'just outside the coffee shop bit' (there's no real technical term

for it) from a very smartly dressed sort carrying a rather excessive

(well I thought it was) amount of croissants

"oo no" I half replied "Pauley Perrette is extremely pretty....me...well

I'm just pretty extreme", exit stage right

kigurumi or not to kigurumi

2010-06-29T09:36:00.002+01:00

oooo...deep sigh,

well it's been six weeks since I started to sculpt that kigurumi

mask from polystyrene and clay and she is still staring at me from across the

bedroom in that "so when are you going to finish me" fashion....yes yes I know

is the reply to Noriko (that is what she will be called when she is finally

popped out of the fibreglass mould)...mca has first dibs on Noriko version 1

for the up and coming fancy dress extravaganza that is Lou's party in St.Mellion

on my favourite day of the year...HALLOWEEN!

hmmm...thoughts...just picturing mca right now, lumbering around across the

border in Trev's pub dressed as a very scary 6ft manga sailor moon type

assassin with his bright pink hello kitty M16

hee hee, sooo cool, oh but I have to finish the mask though...mood now!