Fun is A Relative Concept

Time is being as relative as and everything seems to be fuelled or killed by my mood swings, random ideas or tunes that appear in my head or I come across. What feels nice. As nice as the smell of this odd candle on my desk, Anna Ash'es vintage melodies and the bubble scent of my Aussie shampoo. My hair is a bit shorter again and I feel free and independent with my shoulders with no weight on them.

The money resources I'm in possession for this month allow me not to go to the Goodwood vintage festival at the end of the month or take a random trip to Brighton, but pay my rent, some milk for tea and go to the post office once in a while, but I can't complain. And since Fun, as Alex Noriega puts it, is A Relative Concept, ( his work is freaking fantastic by the way, I love every single card, http://stuffnoonetoldme.blogspot.com) shall this week be full of drawing (I need to finish 2 illustrations for a book by the end of Saturday, and 1 piece of work for a vintage shop by Thursday), some website-building, some reading ( I thought I'd read every day to be a smart individual, the choice of today is between the Count of Monte Cristo or the latest Vice I haven't read yet?), some crafty stuff, like dress making, tea drinking, listening to Kasabian's latest album (I might have developed a bit of addiction there) and may be rewatching some of the Nouvelle Vague films.