Whirlwind....

i'm not gonna think anymore, thinking makes me crazy, makes me plan and organise, and plan and organise are 2 words i am trying to eradicate from my vocabulary and in turn my life.... the last few months have been bad, bad luck that is, not altogether bad, i am beginning to feel now that luck is really only what you make it and I'm gonna twist and turn it into something good, something special, something memorable. the next couple of weeks will be the most insane of my life, i hope i land back on my feet....X

Music Mags & The Magic of it All....

I remember the magic music magazines had on me as an impressionable teen & emphatic music lover. Magazines were different then, they contained more interviews with artists & singers and all the people I would stare at each saturday morning watching rage and wondering what would it be like to be on the other side of the screen. Magazines for me were like smatterings of magic dust from my favourite artists in print for me to devour each and every word that was printed. I studied their pictures like I would be tested on it later to see if I knew what colour socks they were wearing, or what colour nail polish they had on. To me it was my own personal peek into their lives, what made them write those lyrics, feel that pain, or compose those melodies. Music Mags simply unlocked a world to me that made me feel like I had some kind of connection to these artists that in turn dictated the soundtrack to my twisted youth. I was so grateful for newsagents, I mean you weren't meant to read magazines without first purchasing them, but I had mastered the art of perusal while secretly reading slabs of an article from Rolling Stone, sometimes I would need multiple visits to finish the interview, but it was always worth it. I would live off those snapshots of their lives until I could listen to their next single or their next album, or at least until the next interview was in print......

Lies we tell ourselves

I've never been a fan of the obligatory idealistic resolutions that most people set themselves, lose weight, quit smoking, get a new job, break up with the loser. They seem so retro, so positively lame and utterly uninspiring. Most can barely get through January without cracking under the invisible pressure. So I'm onto anti-resolutions this year, first being for the month of January I have promised myself I would drink at least a glass of wine each day. So far, so drunk. I think I just might achieve a resolution this year.

Not All Roses

Since my depression has lifted and twisted into just the normal peaks and valleys of life, I must say, it hasn't all been roses. There have been plethora of rose-like moments over the latter half of 2012, but suffice to say I didn't suitably smell them or even let them penetrate and morph in to real 'happy'moments. Ironically I was so happy to not be depressed that I just couldn't conjure up and pounce of the moments where I really felt good. 2013 is here, whether I can believe it or not, I made it through one of the best yet worst years of my life. I am here. I lived to tell the tale and it can only be sweetness from here on out. I will embrace it all, I will live the living shit out of each day, I will had sad moments, or bad times, but it's all good, so does everyone else. Tales from Candyland will flicker, re-spark and come back to life in a big, beautiful way. Stay Tuned Lovelies XX

wowwowwowwowwwww

happiness has hit me like a truck and it feels freakin AMAZING....back to lush nights + red bull fueled days....all dramatic,happy + sarcastic.....going back to work has cured my soul, filled a void, iced that cake + made me feel like, well, me again. getting back to my music, my loves, my passions, writing, reading, soaking up all the moments this life has to offer...untwisted for once.

Yep, Better....

rockin freshly dyed hair, red f**k you nails, a brand new wardrobe & new appreciation for my lil lioness, all 2 days before i go back work, negativity can suck it, the bitch is back.....X

Beautifully Broken....

but the sun is peeking out....i can almost feel you.