All in All the Feels

The one about anger.

I’ve been a right bitch the last few months. If my middle brother were reading this he’d yell at me for using that word. But he can barely read my text messages so I’m pretty sure he’s not reading my blogs. If you don’t like that word here are some others - an arse hole, a cow, a meanie, a bully, a butt face, a shit head, a knob, a general boob. All I’m trying to say is I think I’ve just been a bit of a horror to live with lately.

#WCW - Kasey Rainbow.

The internet is a funny place. For every cat video, there’s a troll. For every helpful makeup tutorial there’s a something unhelpful. But, every now and then you come across someone who makes your heart sing. To celebrate all the beautiful, badass ladies we love to stalk online we’re going to start doing a weekly #WOMANCRUSHWEDNESDAY where we chat to a rad babe.

The one about families.

Family, to me, has always felt an odd concept. When I was a kid, there was my mum and me (and 3 dogs, 2 cats, numerous birds, later rescued wildlife, and money trees). We lived in a little cottage with two rooms. My mum drove (a pretty racy) 2-door Toyota Celica. We were two girls, looking out for ourselves. Thelma and mini-Louise (minus Brad Pitt).

The one about the mended heart.

A few years ago, during a tumultuous love affair with a boy who already had a girlfriend, I became obsessed with this Erato cover of Robyn’s banger ‘Call Your Girlfriend’. It's about a girl encouraging her lover to come clean to his current girlfriend about having fallen in love with somebody new.

The one about being tired.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so tired. The kind of tired I feel these days sits in the pit of my stomach, and drains me of excitement and energy, and willingness to do so many things. I don’t actually remember the last time I slept for more than 3 hours in one stretch. And, it seems, that there is no end in sight.

The one about fear.

I love me a horror movie. Like, really very seriously it's my favourite genre. I also enjoy crime fiction and true crime podcasts - my husband and I listened to them at bedtime before the baby arrived, but now we're never in bed at the same time. What I'm trying to say is, I'm completely obsessed with manufacturing fear from the comfort of my bed.

The one with the books.

One of the things I’m most looking forward to sharing with you is my complete love of books. As an only (precocious) child I read, and read, and read. And I began to know the world. I grew up in a place of little empathy, so books were my chance to try on someone else’s shoes …

The one about the female body.

I'm not totally sure I've ever properly had a relationship with my body. Maybe, if pressed, I'd say I had mostly a neutral or beige relationship with my skin suit. Like, it houses my consciousness - which I adore it for - but beyond giving a home to everything that makes me a human I don't pay it much mind …