So i was off work last week but ironically worked harder than i actually do at my job (my job is joyous and lovely and easy) as i had to do a bunch of d.i.y. I fucking hate d.i.y., but at least a load of jobs are now done around the house and i don't have to stare at the hole in my kitchen ceiling anymore.
Also yesterday it was my daughters 2nd birthday. As her birthday is near Halloween we decided to do horror themed birthdays every year until she gets pissed off with it and wants something different. Until then though we get to dress her up as things like Ripley from Aliens:
Her middle name is Ripley so i kind of had to (named after the character as i wanted to give her the name of a strong female role model and Ripley is about as 'archetypal feminist hero' as i could think of. Also Aliens is my favourite film, so yeah it's kinda selfish too).
Here is the pulse rifle i made her, i'm quite proud of it:
Later on though she decided she fancied being something a bit more traditional, although i like to think she was actually channeling Ripley from Alien 3 after she died and became an angel (not sure where the handbag fits into that though):
And because i'm a bit of a twat and like to push my horror preferences onto my kids, i also made a Pinhead cocktail stick cheese snack holder by painting a melon. Here it is before and after 'pinning':
It was such a great day, Poppy was giddy as fuck all day long and loved having a house full of other kids to play with. I love birthdays.
Peace x
