let this spell last forever

January is over which I'm pretty happy about because it is my month for moping and eating crackers. My goals for February are to work on my Etsy, get new ink for my typewriter and finish and develop my disposable film camera. I sold my first item on Etsy on saturday and I have posted it which is exciting. This post is about some of the nice things which happened during January.

 I received this package of flowers, butterflies and glitter from Sinead. I have decided that sending people packages is my calling in life and I might just never leave home and spend all my time making patches and friendship bracelets speaking of which WHO WANTS TO SWAP PARCELS EMAIL ME OMG I LOVE GLITTER. Also Sinead is crazily talented and I have the drawing stuck to the outside of my door so I can absorb all the cats and unicorns every time I leave my room (not very often actually.)

 I've been volunteering at the SA for the last two weeks which is fun and a good excuse to buy lots of stuff. I got these loafers for school and sunglasses this week.

 My textiles project was based on Cecilia Lisbon and I made a version of her 1920s wedding dress. These are some screencaps I took for it.

 More screen caps. 

 Random from Tumblr which feels relevant. 

 90s ish girl gang whom I've been trying to channel in school because it has been super meh. 

 This picture is from saturday with my £1 allsorts jumper, sunglasses and one snow man earring. I'm actually only just getting into ye old christmas spirit and have been listening to The Pogues and wearing my christmas jumper nonstop because it just FEELS SO CHRISTMASSY but the universe appears to disagree with me. I look miserable as usual because the wind probably changed when I was bitch facing in chemistry or something. I'm probably going to fail gcse drama because I permanently look completely apathetic (regardless of how I'm actually feeling) and I'm meant to be playing a stoned autistic fifteen year old being posessed by the ghost of her dead mother who wants her to kill her adopted parents.

My hair is different here so this was probably later and my tights were my mum's when she was eighteen and it's sort of depressing that they fit me. 

Fringe is super awkward due to me hacking at it with paper scissors whenever it gets in my eyes.

 Heart appreciation page in my textbook journal. I was fangirling over Magic Man (which is one of my favourite songs) and my stepdad said that Dreamboat Annie was his favourite album when he was my age and my assumption that I was the first person to ever discover them was shattered. Most of the music I listen  to at the moment is the same as what my parents like which sucks but I love Johnny Cash, Lenhard Cohen and Simon and Garfunkel far too much to pretend not to.

A slightly rough page with kittens, John Lennon and various editorials.

These are some of my notebooks since March, excluding the plain ones. From the bottom far right they are: a paperchase notebook I use for writing about things which I wish had happened but never did (which sounds like a total waste of time and I agree, I just like pretending things have happened), a travel notebook I was given for general diary entries with hearts on the cover, my current scrapbook made out of a book about pressed flowers with a lace doily on the front. Above those is my winter 2012 book made from a textbook, one covered in sheet music and girl power patches and one made from my old art sketchbook with Trip Fontaine and butterflies on the cover. And at the very top are two with dogs on from my godmother, one my mum gave me when I was six and another which was a christmas present. Only three are actually full. It's nice having them constantly in progress even if it means they're a little scrambled. I've also been writing a weekly diary entry for The Teenage Diary Collective and this is the most recent.