I FUCKING LOVE IT monday

I thought it’d be nice to have a regular feature on the blog (or semi regular – I will try, I promise!) and contrary to popular belief I do actually like things.  And some things I FUCKING LOVE.  Yes. See – title of this post.

Here are some ideas I wrote down yesterday while hung over at a craft fair -

I’m surprised I loved anything when I wrote that. I felt like the world was ending. I’m not feeling great today either so I figure I should get this post done before I start hating everything...

DISCO PANTS. They are shiny heaven. On Saturday night my favourite bouncer told me I was racking the superhero look. I’m also digging my shiny ass. You get a photo. I’m kind like that.  

This is the dress. It's from this awesome etsy store - Babooshka Boutique. I've bought a couple of items from them before and I love them. I want this whole outfit actually. And her hair. HAIR ENVY.

My cat - who is famously a princess - has been lovely this weekend. So she gets a mention.

I had an amazing red velvet supcake yesterday thanks to these lovely ladies.

I also love this blog post by my wife Dianne - http://icefloe.blogspot.com/2011/06/business-time.html - I think a lot of creative folk go through dry patches and I’m really excited that Di has found her mojo again!

Honourable mentions – Cheap sloe gin, hilarious text messages that made me actually laugh, plans – this is the year of making things happen, Morrisons special offer on bottles of Innocent juice.

In other news – after spending most of last week feeling like I’d been hit by a bus it appears that I’ve started this week feeling the same way. It’s my own entire fault of course. I still haven’t learnt that I need sleep and the odd day off to relax. This weekend involved lots of drinking, dancing on tables, walking home while the sun was coming up, three hours of sleep, a craft fair with the lovely Claire who was feeling as terrible as I was. Hmmmm, what else... arguing with people on twitter. Always good fun. I was all set to do a big blog post about it but the rage has subsided.  Long story short – I dislike self righteous people who claim to know what is best for everyone.

What does this week hold... rest?? Mayperhaps. I need to find my passport. Like right now. There’s a gig on Friday that promises to be awesome. Oh and this is my first six day work week. Let’s see how this shit pans out.

I remember Halloween.

Jeez. I've just realised that I have a full on caffeine addiction. This is something I’m going to try and break at some point. But right now it’s like sweet jesus I need this to get through the day.

I was going to write a weekend round up post but I seem to have lost my mojo. Let me see if I can condense everything –

Saturday – Reetsweet Craft Fair at Nation of Shopkeepers. This was loads of fun. As the Reetsweet events always are! I spent Friday night getting everything ready so Saturday morning was nice and easy. I chucked everything in a bag and headed down to the venue for 11am to set up. It was nice to catch up with some crafty people I haven’t seen for a while and meet some new ones. The amount of people checking out the stalls was kind of steady but definitely seemed to pick up between 3 – 5pm. Some well good nachos and cupcakes were eaten and Claire (who makes amazing wooden brooches by the way) and I decided to share a table at the Reetsweet event at the Corn Exchange on June 5^th.
At 5pm I packed up and made my way home, inhaled some food and turned around and went straight back into the city centre to meet Sofia for some cocktails at Neon Cactus. They do the best strawberry daiquiri in Leeds hands down. HANDS DOWN FOLKS. If you ever find yourself in Leeds please go and try one. They will not disappoint. After that everything is a bit hazy. There were more cocktails at Milo. Then I went to Santiago to see some bands play. I bumped into loads of people that I hadn’t seen for ages which is always good! I also spent a good amount of the night covered in vodka and lemonade (not mine) which was a bit bum but the good far outweighed the bad.

Sunday – Despite feeling like I’d been hit by a bus I managed to get out of bed and go have a meeting with my new boss Michaela. It was awesome and I really can’t wait to start working with her. Then I went home and didn’t do much of anything.

Monday – I love bank holidays. LOVE THEM. Seriously. So despite still feeling a bit crap I decided I was going to make the most of it. The first thing I did was alter an American Apparel skirt that I got from them in their April fools sale. It was a pencil skirt but the length just didn’t suit me. I figure I’m too short for pencil skirts. Anyway, 15 minutes with the sewing machine and I had a mini skirt! Problem solved! It worked out really well actually and I wore it for the rest of the day – I also realised that everything I was wearing (apart from my Converse) was from American Apparel *facepalm*.
In the afternoon I met up with Kaytie. We had some amazing veggie enchiladas before going to our first pole dancing class. Hilariously we got the sessions wrong and showed up to the advanced class. But it actually worked out quite well. It was so much fun and I’ll definitely be going back. I am actually looking at poles on ebay at the moment. That’s how much I enjoyed it!

Hang on. I was supposed to be condensing all this guff. Eh. I'll leave it at that then. Some photos from the craft fair will be posted tomorrow.

One last thing - last night I listened to this well interesting podcast about terror management. Basically it's a theory that we construct culture and all it's trappings in an unconscious effort to create meaning in life and to distract us from becoming obsessed with our inevitable death. Apparently there's a process called distal defense where people cling more strongly to the culture they identify with when faced with their own mortality. In the podcast they talked about some research that was done about this process involving judges handing out sentences and it seemed to prove it existed.
If you're interested read more about it here and here. I'd like to know what you think.