This Is Life In Colour.

Oh, where to start.....

I feel only slightly bad that I've waited two and a half weeks to write up something after my last post.  Oh well.

The past two weeks have felt like two months.  My most recent endeavour to move out of my parents house has proved to be far more difficult and emotionally draining than anticipated.  I had, up until two weeks ago, found the perfect house...then the owner decided to up the rent to a crazy amount and that saw me looking all over again.   I find myself becoming more desperate to find something; everyday I get hopeful that I've found a nice place, but when I go to see it it's a dump.  It's almost like a daily emotional rollercoaster that's driving me nuts.
I was crazy for thinking this would be easy.

Oh well, perseverance.

In other life news...not much.  It's been an interesting a few weeks, that's for sure, but I honestly don't know where to start.  Things at the Gallery have been slow, but it's pretty much the same old same old.  I did get chatted up by two guys that came by, guess it works out alright to wear mini skirts to work!  One of them is quite cute, there might be something there save for the fact that he's gone back to America and won't be back until next year.

Oh well, patience.

I feel more like a grown up in certain ways each day.  I passed my driving test last week, mum was so excited.  That and the combination of house hunting and planning out furniture, I feel like I'm hitting adulthood at a running pace.

Let's see how long that lasts.

Have you ever looked at the shape or expression of someones face, the way their features are placed or angled, the curve of their lip, or the crease of their brow?  When you study it for a while have you ever felt your own face moulding into what you see?  I don't quite know how to explain it, but it's something I've noticed over the years.  If you look at someone interesting for a while and look away, for a split second it feels like you look like them.  Maybe I'm crazy, but try it some time and let me know how it works out.  It's not a question of moving your own features to match someone else, it's feeling it...

I might be animating my imagination beyond its capabilities.

The title of this post sums up so much for the past almost year.  I was so used to living life in black and white, now it seems to slowly be inching into colour, just like the transition from B/W tele. 

Geez! the things clients say!  Direct quote from a British woman standing not far from me: "Only Americans would buy something so ostentatious!"  (I had no idea that golf ball markers were!)

I suppose I should get back to work now.


Till next time,

Toothless Twiga.