by Patsyfox on January 26, 2012
It’s with negligible guilt that I admit Australia Day means naught to me other than a day off. Make that a day in, because apart from pausing to whip out this little aussie number, I’m slogging away at the drawing table working on my best-yet and mega-biggest drawing commission evah. And you know what that means – procrastination like I’ve never witnessed, even in myself. My socks have never been so well-matched, my toaster so shiny, my dishes so washed-dried-and-put-away.
I shit me. No really, I shit me.
by Patsyfox on January 8, 2012
Like many of my other New Year’s resolutions, my commitment to debt repayment is wobbly at best. But my iron will has never shone through brighter than the day I returned this Diane Von Furstenberg dress I bought after stalking it for 3 months. I’m pretty sure there was a tear in my eye as I walked home from the post office, and anyone present could tell you the guy at the desk did have to wrench the parcel out of my hands.
Iron will aside though, the sad truth is that the dress on my doorstep was the commercialised version of the runway look, and it just didn’t look as smoking on me as the model. Quelle surprise!
Sigh, how are your New Year resolutions faring?
