I could say that I have been busy, and have had no time, but as time seems to flow with all the fluidity of that blue, cornflour slime I made in grade three, I couldn't be saying it with any sincerity.
A more likely reason is the alarming lack of motivation that seems to have snuck up on me this year.
I have plans. But they seem far and distant.
I'm looking for work. But every rejection just makes me more tired.
I've gotten into the habit of naps.
That probably isn't a good thing.
But to start blogging again, I have to get myself into action and do something *relativey* noteworthy.
On Monday my Mum asked if I would come to a workshop with her in town. I don't go to workshops, mainly because I feel odd and uncomfortable. Not unlike I did in year twelve when I gave up on having any friends other than my Twin Sister.
But I said yes. And it was good. I still felt odd. But maybe I just need to exercise my socialising glands.
The workshop was organised and run by Courtney from Princess Polly, and Sandra from Ballyhoo Art, in Geelong. I was quiet surprised, as Geelong doesn't often host kitch craft. Hell, Made by Typo evacuated after one month.
We made flowers after a tutorial from Jess Alderton. There was tea. Macarons. A mess of confetti size tissue paper scraps.
I'm liking the theme so far, since I'll use both these paper flowers and the picnic blanket for my 21st birthday in April.
X Emily
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