reuben

I can't sleep.

For someone who passed up on drinks after work and got straight into bed before 10pm this evening, the fact that I'm still awake is a little ridiculous.
Once upon a time I was largely nocturnal. Some of you remember those days. Depending on who you ask, that opinion of me still stands.

I struggle sleeping because my brain wont stop.

I don't blog enough.

Somewhere those two statements are probably linked.

Sometimes I miss 18 year old me. She didn't worry so much about speaking up about how she felt or what she thought. She wore her heart on her sleeve.
Somewhere since then I realised it was a terrible fashion choice, clearly.
But I mean that too. I censored myself less, and I can't work out where I stopped being able to tell people exactly what's on my mind and started to be scared of what the consequences were if I did.
It might not be a bad thing, but sometimes it's inhibiting.

Not that I really plan to blog about anything of substance, but it would be nice in, you know, life and stuff..


Life, otherwise, is the usual.
Making stuff. Working. Making stuff at work.
Making new things to sell. I'm excited about the new jewellery items. Watch this space!

Here, have a picture of my knees:


I'm excited for next weekend.
So many people. So many photoshoots. So much partying. SO MANY BOOBS.

That's what you really want isn't it. Blogs about boobs.

Tough.
That will have to wait.