Confused Eyebrow

I have done some paintings. Here they are. Please stop crying.

I wasn't able to scan the delicate, watery orange tones well, so you'll just have to imagine a nice gradient that COULD be there. Regardless, it was nice to mess around with paint after a while of not painting. I like how it encourages me to mess around with composition a bit more.

Some of these paintings were made on (slightly waxy) tissue paper, and some were on printer paper. Two slightly challenging things to paint on, but I love to get #REKT by art materials.

This one (above) was one of the strangest. It was all a bit of an accident, but I feel there is something mildly cursed about this image. What is going on? Why does the person's arm look like the bunny's single very confused eyebrow? What is love? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more.

And then of course we have a cat pondering its own astounding beauty. Normal.

Metaphysical Curly Wurly

I've been holding on to these scans for a little while, just not posting them and letting them sit in my pictures folder, cluttering things up with a darkened reminder of my face and that my face exists. I just haven't quite felt that natural feeling of "yes, I have some words to put next to this" until now. But y'know, sometimes it's nice to have files just sitting around, waiting to give you a little push of inspiration at the right time.

I've taken to having a folder of pictures saved because they inspire me in some way, make me laugh, or just show a really cute skirt. I know that's a pretty normal thing to do, but I usually don't tend to have a folder for this purpose, and now I do, and it's kinda nice. It just lets things ruminate for a while. Small thoughts swirl around lazily like little electric blips (b-b-b-b-b-b-boing boom tschak).

It's coming up to autumn (my favourite season), and it's as if I can feel the time passing. Things have changed subtly (and maybe unsubtly) as always, just a touch, just a whirr. But here I am with my same face and the same darkness and the same breath. I got the same twisting identity to think about, like some kind of metaphysical Curly Wurly, and the strange desire to obtain a lip gloss.

Sometimes... I Wear Things: 4 Outfits

Do you like outfits? I do. I sometimes wear them.

When I started blogging I wanted in part to document THE CLOTHES. And obviously, pony magazines, but of course that's just a given. Me setting up blogspot is a hazy and almost empty memory now, but I do remember being influenced by the fashion blogs (especially those that didn't feel editorial, but more casual and diary-like, which was more or less the standard for blogs back in 2011/2012).

For a while I did "Fitting Room Focus" posts where I went into fitting rooms, tried on stuff, and commented on it (you can use the search bar to delve into this old world if you wish). I loved doing those posts, but there is a different kind of comfortable ease when you're taking outfit shots in your own home rather than in a shopping centre where you've crammed approx. one million crop tops into a small space. So finally I am here again with an outfit compilation. I've been really enjoying taking outfit pictures, I think because I know it's working towards a way of documenting a particular aspect of time (and apparently that is my passion).

Let's go through each outfit then.

Above left: stripy kids top from a mysterious Amazon seller, trusty old skater skirt, and some tights with glitter stripes running down them.

Above right: ribbed grey top from Zaful (complimentary as part of a previous review post), basic tube skirt from H&M, long daisy necklace from Accessorize, gormless look model's own.

Above left: floral dress from River Island (RRP was about £25-30 but I got it for £8 after hunting it down on eBay like a big fashion vulture), brand new and very exciting pink velvet pleated skirt from Tesco, £8.

Above right: a very fearsome dragon from Jellycat (their cuddly toys are so soft, I really love them), stripy crop top from H&M, grey leggings were from a market for £3, and the necklace was a mysterious gift. Don't ask why I only animated this outfit (it's because I didn't think of doing it until I was editing this outfit).

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So that's four recent outfits. It's pretty fun to see what I was wearing across a section of time, so I'll try to keep taking outfit photos and I'm thinking about maybe getting a new mini bag or two in different colours for [gasp] bag accessorising. Actually, I really want to grab this pink ita bag I've seen everywhere lately:

It's so cute. And I could fill the heart-shaped window with pictures of Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson, or perhaps just some nice dogs. That's the dream.

My Top Albums - August 2017 。 ♬ * ★

Here's a nifty graphic showing my nine top albums over the last month (made with tapmusic). Let's talk about them.

1. Jonghyun - She Is

This album is so smooth, blending some funk and jazz style into an overall relaxing yet rather soulful whole. The track 'Moon' always makes me think of lying in a bath or something. Just super comforting. And there's a mysterious space-y feel too.

2. Thomas Dolby - The Golden Age of Wireless

This is one of my favourite albums of all time. It combines a bustling yet gentle synth sound with a steampunk soundscape (machinery/radio noises, tech references) and a big in-album universe feel. It's rare that I listen to an album and imagine a vast world for it, but with this one you have to. Thomas Dolby is an immense storyteller.

3. Chairlift - Does You Inspire You

I love the way Chairlift include an element of parable in some of their songs here. 'Planet Health' describes a creepy utopia built on health-related buzzwords which we travel through with an increasing melancholy. The vocals, sounds, and concepts on this album are exquisitely intertwined, and of course this album gave us 'Bruises', a song sort of about tenderly treating small wounds but a song that also cuts into some complex emotion that maybe can't be put into words.

4. SHINee - I'm Your Boy

This is SHINee's third Japanese album and there's something about the cover I really like (notice how it almost blends in to Jonghyun's album above, a nice bit of serendipity). There is a lot going on here, but mostly it is a really solid pop album with a sprinkling of wackiness (Key's 'WA HA HA HA' laugh right at the beginning of the opening track gets me every time, and then you have 'Picasso' as a whole - what a song). This was a strange era for SHINee, but this album's overall composition makes it one of their best for me.

5. Paramore - Riot!

I've been enjoying Paramore's new, St. Vincent-esque album, but I always have this unending nostalgia for the album that shot them straight onto the cover of Kerrang! magazine forevermore. I love the energy, the great choruses, and the seamless tracklist on this album, and I will forever.

6. Picky Picnic - Ha! Ha! Tarachine

This is the definitive Picky Picnic album, with all their spooky synth kitchen children chaos sound perfectly captured. Sounds like if Devo were schoolchildren in a haunted house. It's the best.

7. Chairlift - Moth

Firstly, this is one of the prettiest album covers I have ever seen in my life (made by artist Rebecca Bird), and secondly: Chairlift continue with the wonderfully laced together sound they had conjured like secret magic from the beginning with this utter beauty of an album. They did well in retaining their intimate and close feel, whilst bringing songs out for a bigger and almost more disco-like sound. Favourites from this one are 'Ch-Ching' and 'Moth to the Flame' - both intensely danceable tracks.

8. Dolly Mixture - Demonstration Tapes

This always creeps quickly up my charts because it has quite a lot of very short songs, but regardless I love this album. It serves more as a collection, but it's the perfect avenue for Dolly Mixture as it feels like a sleepover or a jump around the bedroom for a homemade school disco. There's a hint of twee, but for me this mostly feels more matter of fact in delivery than twee or saccharine. There's an honesty in the unfiltered sound, and when you get to the spoken middle section of 'How Come You're Such A Hit With The Boys, Jane? it's its own great reward.

9. Depeche Mode - A Broken Frame

One of the many things I love about Depeche Mode is the burgeoning sweetness that crawls through their dark and cloudy songs. This album is a fantastic example of this. 'See You' in particular has such a childlike pleading to it. This album oozes secrets and wheat fields (and a good harsh synth).


I wonder what albums I'll be listening to most over the next month. Any suggestions or predictions? Please leave them in the comments, or over here on

Dog Butt

Ever wanted to superimpose a cartoon dog butt onto your face? Well, me too. It's always been my dream. Thankfully, the SNOW app has a filter for doing just that, so I spent far too long putting a happy dog butt (amongst other things) onto my face. Just as nature intended.

Please enjoy.

Okay, thanks for indulging me. Now go put a stylish dog butt accessory on your face.

Puzzle Bobble: Please Protect My Dinosaur Son

I made some Puzzle Bobble gifs, so I am now obliged to make a blog post about the delightful dinosaur/bubble-themed game itself.

I was introduced to this series via Bust-A-Move 2: Arcade Edition for the PS1 (the western re-titling of Puzzle Bobble 2) and I was immediately hooked thanks to an incredible soundtrack (by Taito's in-house sound team, Zuntata) and addictive arcade gameplay. I never managed to complete the game, but I did play a million times, mostly trying to beat my time trial high scores.

I'm still haunted by the sound of Bub's cries.

The original game (these gifs are from the Game Boy version of Puzzle Bobble) is much like Bust-A-Move 2. Much like Tetris, this cutesy dino bubble-popping game nailed its gameplay the first time round and never needed much in the way of enhancements (although they really did perfect it with the sequel). I have a huge fondness for this game, alongside Net Yaroze game Super Bub - essentially the same game but you get to be a dog and stuff. Super Bub excels in sound effects and I can hear the weird pig noise now in my head. However, it doesn't have this little leaping dinosaur who I feel personally responsible for.

I will pop bubbles for him until I die.

I recommend listening to Jonathan Richman's 'I'm a Little Dinosaur' to enhance your Puzzle Bobble experience.

Hair Doesn't Matter, Actually

Hold onto your hats because this is a bloggen poste about hair (or as I like to call it, the tendrils of evil).

I have just cut in a fringe for the first time in ages, and I'm not entirely sure, but I feel like my forehead is sweating more. That's strike number one. The thing is, I get antsy about my hair if it's been mostly the same for a long enough time. This is a normal experience, but I also feel that it is ridiculous. Hair is simply the floppy nonsense that grows from our scalps, and it doesn't need to be anything else. It doesn't need to be good or neat or SHINY LIKE A CHROME KETTLE. It doesn't even need to be there at all, and I tie it up probably most of the time because I get hot quickly so I like it to not be touching me.

Sometimes I actually think about my hair and what it looks like, and this thing I've heard about called "style" (no idea, sorry). That's generally my first mistake. See, thinking about it leads to questioning, worrying, and ceaselessly bullying your hair. You should think of your hair as a small child that you have to be nice to most of the time, even when it is getting its dinner everywhere and drooling. That's just how hair is and you've got to try and make it comfortable whilst accepting its confusing ways.

Cutting my hair this time made me immediately decide I am never going to cut in a fringe again, and that I probably want to grow it out (for sweaty forehead reasons and easy hair-tying reasons, but also because whenever I cut my hair to stop it being limp and lank I immediately realise it's actually fine and okay for it to be that way). It also made me think, despite the fact that I sort of, kinda, maybe regret it, that it's fine. It was fine before and it's fine now.

I am once again "mushroom head" as my science teacher enjoyed calling me once upon a time (because the fringe juts forward with a certain mushroom-y buoyancy that we can all enjoy), and in some months I won't be, and either way it's fine. I have the same face whatever I do to my hair. The big plus now is that my bag straps won't catch my hair. Take that, evil bag straps!

Also, you may notice I'm wearing a delightful new Mickey Mouse nightdress. I'm really fashionable and cool that way.