Ivan Olinsky (1878 – 1962), Red-Headed Woman
everything in the world right now seems to be telling me to dye my hair full on orange-red.
(via tea77green)
-coconut conditioner, and the obsessive methodic mood i get into when i shave my legs (it’s a problem, seriously i can’t stop staring and touching, i’m obsessed with my own body, and there are certain hollows and textures that make it easy for me to see how someone could love me, on a good day, like today).
-realizing that no matter how little i have in the way of things, my older relatives will always think it is too much, despite the fact they have houses packed to the rafters with stuff, it is everywhere, and i have merely a few books, some clothes, and some makeup, which doesn’t feel like much at all, really.
-working the first saturday night i’ve worked in ages, wondering who i’ll be shifted on with, because at the moment the dynamics are so varied at work that these things really matter
-talking to my brother about living in london, where to look, what tube lines to live near. feeling like an actual useful, helpful, older sister for a change.
-being far too excited about living in the new house. new housemates, a new area, a new bedroom i can actually have things on the wall in? exciting.
-finding out that the way to keep me quiet is to let me do my manicure with nails inc. magnetic polish, because i literally can’t stop staring at it, it looks amazing. i am such an easily distracted child sometimes.
-the big sleep movie, man it never gets old.
You want a job, a vacation, heath insurance, validation, a back rub, a scalp massage at the place where you get your haircut, people who are jealous of you, an ex who won’t stop texting you when they’re drunk, Twitter followers, happiness maybe sorta, someone to buy you lunch at a fancy…
yep, all of it.
-not packing, though i should be. also, not tidying, though i should be.
-smoking very little to try not angering the gremlin currently residing in my lungs.
-dinner tonight at the silver jubilee with my mum’s partner bob and his friend kevin. looking forward to a conversation with an adult not at work that doesn’t involve criticism of all the minute things i do.
-woody allen’s zelig, for like, the millionth time, and thoughts of how malleable my personality is, and whether or not that’s a good thing.
-lee’s ‘i think you’ll be so bored by this trade’ said yesterday, resounding in my ears today. will i? i’m not at the moment. i don’t expect every fulfilling thing in my life to come from one place any more. is that maturity or resignation? i don’t know. the way he said it wasn’t offensive, not like the way most people say it. which is probably why i even am considering it as a valid statement.
-this time next week i will be moved.
-reading david byrne’s blog obsessively. thinking of how the people who inspire me are always good at so many things it’s staggering. could i ever be one of those people? i’m the ultimate dilettante.
also, right, if this must be the place is my favourite song, this is definitely my life’s soundtrack.
when i was little, and i used to say ‘i’m bored’, my dad would always respond with ‘i’m the chairman of the bored’. it took me til i was like, 16, to realize that he was repping an iggy lyric like a boss, rather than just cracking some lame dad joke. s’pretty cool, eh? in other news, i have been listening to this while i wander around london most days lately.
this morning’s soundtrack has mostly been provided by marvin gaye.
A very clever way to bind together a booklet or document with nothin more than a hole punch, rubberband and a paper clip.
(via Studio EMMI | work)
this is fucking COOL. stationery nerds of the world, unite.
