Do you like my hat?

So I realise this is a long time coming but I've been suffering a disconnection from the wide world of the web… good news (well that's relative I suppose) it's all up and running again and I am now able to get back to work… whilst of course being sufficiently distracted from it - thank you You tube :) 

I find it interesting that for someone who has been deemed a person with little to no interest in their general appearance, I spend so much time talking or rather writing about it. I guess they have good reason to assume, I mean if you can memorise someones entire wardrobe after just one week spent in their company (and not because they have a fetish for changing outfits) there really can be no blame. Personally I think my limited wardrobe comes at an advantage - take my friend (who shall remain nameless) who just the other day lamented over diminishing wardrobe space and little money to replace the countless clothes she will inevitably throw away in the clean up. '

I have never had this problem, which for an admitted hoarder I find quite unbelievable. I'm afraid when it comes to clothes I'm simply not fussed. The other day I almost vomited over the poor retail assistant asking for 150 dollars for a bikini!!! Since when did two small pieces of fabric ask for my entire months savings? what, was it imported from another planet where they have to source material from the sun and have thousands of skilled highly paid bikini sewing aliens thread the pieces together with gold?

I digress. I guess my real point to this brief rant is no _____ (insert name of anyone who's remained in my life longer than two months) I don't care too much about my clothes, I only care when you say something about them - so if you think you're doing me a favour by saving me from embarrassment the next time I get dressed, do me a bigger favour and keep it to yourself before I develop a complex. 

So this week, as I've done before, I shout out to the people getting dressed in the dark - the people that choose to brush their hair once a week (if ever), to the people being told they're not getting it right. Your not alone - and know that there are people out there that aren't judging you on what you look like - they're judging you on your Facebook status ^_^  

sticky, savory, sensational...sushi

Be warned - this is a bit of a rant ;) 

What is it about those beautifully wrapped, hand crafted, admittedly delicious morsels of food that make us want to stuff the entire thing in our mouths in one hideous go. What ever happened to things being "too good to eat?". You're not in the dark people, snuggled discreetly in the cinema determined to demolishing the bucket of popcorn you traded your soul for on the way in (no it's not an exaggeration, cinema food really is that expensive). Happily oblivious to the excess that doesn't make your mouth spilling over your lap and the person next to you. The only people to condemn you being the poor cinema staff that have to clean up after you or again the poor person next to you attempting not to be distracted by your spitty, salty left overs flying in their direction. 

No, instead you are in a well lit restaurant facing me directly (or worse next to me) as I watch with horror your attempt to shove even the largest of seaweed rolled rice parcels into your widened, possibly unhinged mouth. I've seen even the most sophisticated looking people resurface after a battle with a salmon avocado roll with god knows what clinging to parts of their face I felt sure food couldn't reach on the way to your mouth. It's revolting, and whats worse turns me of the perfectly good sushi sitting on my colorful plate. 

So next time you settle down to a sushi go round and grab a dish from the conveyor - please try and remember you're not alone, you're not in the dark, and for the love of what ever you deem holy in the world the sushi isn't going any where - it doesn't need to go in all at once!

Signed the person sitting opposite you. 

(the one with rice on their cheek and attempting to lick of the soy sauce off their left wrist)

In other, less angry news... 

The illustration for this week is on it's way - was going to push through tonight and finish it but am feeling a bit crook lately - trying to take my health a bit more seriously  - promise I'll have the illo up by the end of the week... hopefully it's worth the wait 

Take care of yourselves everyone! 

Lesley 

Camp awesome!

I. Love. Camps. 

No you don't understand, 

I am crazy, madly, head over heels, out of control, stupidly infatuated with the prospect of spending nights away from home, in a well worn bed, at an unfamiliar location, with people I may or may not know. Standing in a shower balancing on the tips of your toes while you attempt to slide on underwear without touching the walls of the shower or dropping them on the wet floor. Eating food that tastes like someone stood at the back of a restaurant and grabbed things that they were being thrown away. Playing games that make you feel completely un-athletic and uncoordinated (granted not too difficult for for me to feel) . I don't know what it is but there is something about a camp that gets me insanely excited. A camp quite simply is worth studying geography for… and that's exactly what I did. 

More camp stories on their way later… 

But first a note about my new Facebook page! 

if you follow the link bellow you are on your way to a cool desktop background ^_^ 

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Striped-Designs/158890500832166

All you need to do is click the link, press "like"  on the page and leave a comment with why you're following and your email address - then voila! desktop background!!