After my first full weekend back at work after almost a month, I had a pj's day at home. I woke early at around 5.30 am. I got up, and sat with Willow , wrote my blog, played word games, read then went to my desk and prepped my dyalog for the coming week. Playing with both stamped images and collage sheets and magazine cuttings. I love dumping the box out of all three on the table and randomly putting images together. I tend to have a rule of thumb that one , it doesn't need to make sense to anyone else but me, two, it has to make me laugh, or evoke something I'm feeling at that moment in time. More often than not its the former. I got quite a few pages ready before Kev got up.
Later on we settled downand watched a few things we had recorded on Sky etc. The Last of Us, and La Brea. The latter is getting more and more like Lost, and if it carries on in that vein I'll lose interest.
I also watched the documentary about how the press "outed" George Michael, the press were and still are disgusting, and the way they hounded him for being gay is horrible. I know it was a different time, and even though I was around living through all of that at the time, it never really hit home just how badly he and others were treated, throughout the 80's and 90's, I'm proud of how he stood up to the tabloid "bullies" by stealing their thunder and going on various TV talk shows to say he was gay and proud about it.
I loved him and his music, no matter if he was gay, straight or whatever, I've never understood why someone's sex life or private life is anybody else's business. In this documentary, the "journalists" responsible for the outing of George and other pop icons were sitting there proudly showing off the crap they wrote and the hateful headlines they came up with. It shouldn't have been something to be proud of, hiding and rifling through rubbish bins or thrusting cameras in people's faces like they did and still do. They can't leave him alone now he is dead bless him. Or Freddie, or Diana, they still drag all three back out on a whim to try and sell papers when they are desperate for "news".
Tuesday.
Up fairly early again but not as early as Monday, a more respectable 8 am. We got up and went into the city in order to have breakfast. We quite like doing it this way round on our days out on our own. So Maccy's it was for pancakes, and muffins, then shopping. We got back home around 1.30pm. I'd ordered some green cola, made with stevia ( doesn't make your blood sugar spike like aspartame does) so we needed to be back for that coming from the smiley box peeps as well as a hand mixer that Kev ordered.
I'd bought some new brush pens from Ryman so I set too and had a reorganisation of my pen storage and then a play with said pens. Kev filled my water brushes with Dyan's inks ( what I have at the moment anyway!) So I will have those too to colour in with as well. I still use my Faber polycromos, but more for shading and accents rather than for all the image.
We had sushi for tea, as the breakfasts had left us not needing much to eat for the rest of the day, and I had some watermelon.
The Amazon deliveries had all come by 7ish, so Kev put the chain on the door and we watched the TV all in all a lovely Tuesday.
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