DIY

Inspiration's a bitch. You see something somewhere and then suddenly the heavens open, light shines down on you and you are surrounded by gleaming, rosy (imaginary) cherubs doing the "aaaaahhh" thing that happens whenever anyone on TV has a revelation. Yes, you get inspired then you think "I can do anything! I don't even need LSD!" and then KABLOOIE (< most unsexy onomatopoeia ever) you find yourself, two hours later, covered in glue, feathers and tiny particles of denim which get stuck in your lungs. Oh yes, I speak from experience. Wouldn't that be a glorious way to go: "LOCAL TEEN DIES DUE TO HER SHITTINESS AT ARTS AND CRAFTS".

I bet you saw this and thought "oh look, she's moved on from being bitter, maybe she'll show us how to make some adorable denim cutoffs", BUT NO. I laugh loudly and maniacally in your face. Maybe I am still a tad bitter about the denim incident (seriously was very close to asphyxiation) but I decided to rant about this because I am currently inspired. No, seriously, I have been raiding DIY blogs like swellmayde.com to try to find things to make. But what irritates me is that they all say "easy to do! No need to go shopping!" but then the materials list copper piping, a nailgun, a large horseshoe and half a kilo of yeast. I would like to meet the person who has all these things lying around in their house. They would be able to make ANYTHING IN THE WORLD. Their life would be enchanted.

It started with me being home alone for the night, then being too lazy to make food so just eating toast and nutella. Then watching some a movie with Brad Pitt, George Clooney and Matt Damon, and having no idea what's going on. I know that a guy named Bank owns a hotel, and that Brad Pitt dressed up in a long beard and wig to try to sell him earthquake-protection-software. Or something. I know that at some stage someone was going to climb down a lift shaft. Which is terrifying, because what if you are happily climbing along and then you see a lift coming at you? It's kind of to be expected, being a space specifically to house lifts, that you would run into one eventually. And these kind of spaces don't really come with a small cave-like area for people to hang out in and watch lifts go by. Not really a Lift Shaft Coffee Shop around. Which is fair enough,  because they're not exactly popular places for people who aren't effortlessly cool/attempting to steal something somewhere.

Point is, I got inspired so I cut up a t-shirt into fringey bits and it actually worked! Which was cool, but bad at the same time because it might lead me to the idea that I can make other things, which I don't think I can (especially without copper piping).

What even is copper piping?

In other news, sexy song is sexy:

So long, I am going to try to glue flowers onto a bit of plastic.