I just stole a piece of furniture (well two, actually!) from a house meters from my own.
They were outside, and the old lady that lived there has died and the house has been cleared out. Walked past earlier and took a fancy to a unit - two drawers and a cupboard in the bottom - simple, vintage and lovey!
So now I have a new project to work on!
It needs a good clean, then sanding down, and then a repaint! I’m excited - I love projects!
And. So. Many. Feels.
….. it apparently wasn’t meant to be. :(
Still angry/confused/hurt by it. How can you literally do a 180 in like 2 days? From kissing me, wanting to see me again, to “you’re a lovely girl but NO”, basically. Gahhhhh. Ugh. No. NO.
So now, I’m trying to think about good, positive, upcoming things; Drarry. Tea. Edinburgh. Reunion. Holiday. Payday/s. Reading. Good weigh ins. Pride. Vintage. Exploration. Toast. Tattoo. Sunshine. Planes. The dress I want to get into. Earl Grey. Rediscovery. Ikea. Dominic. Kill Your Darlings. Writing. Peaches. Perfect eyebrows. Bacon. Seaside. Tea with my Nan. Bingo. Summer. HP land.
I would like to go back to bed. And stay there. For at least a week.
"Are you a writer? Because I’ve got a job for a writer."
“No, I’m not.”
“Well, you’re not anything yet.”
…. This is how X Factor contestants must feel when they get through to the next round!
Thought I’d share….
Going on a first date in a couple of hours.
So unbelievably nervous, I can’t even