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I feel badly I don't write enough in this. It's either lost, or buried underneath my art projects. I'm currently painting the family of horses for my cousin. Golds, and reds, and blues. Beautiful pearl white paint. It's really stunning. I would rather be working on my projects than doing anything else to be honest. It makes me feel like I'm accomplishing something once they're all finished. I like the accomplished feeling.
I miss my family. I wonder what they're doing sometimes. My brother wants to move to Paris. He misses the art, and the good food. The black fags with the gold tips. The good wine, the kind that tastes tart, and tastes good with the soft cheeses. He told me he hates London, I can remember the conversation like it was yesterday. On our vacation to France over the last summer. I never thought he would do it. I wish I was going with him. I also miss the art, and the good food. The soft cheeses, and flaky bread. I wish I was there right now.
I miss lots of things. The phonograph in my bedroom. The way it felt to sleep in my own bed. My da, so I read his column, it makes me feel like he's with me. The daffodils my mum would grow in her garden. Winter seems long and gray this year. I wish it were spring.
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[Wed Dec 23, 2009 at 10:57pm] |
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I don't care much for the holidays when Im not home. I miss all those little things that make up Christmas. My mum's baking, the way it makes the house smell. Like sugar and vanilla. Her cut out biscuits. The way we all debate on what to do the tree. Colour schemes, my sister Jillian, says this is a big trend. They're putting together a twilight tree. All blues and purples. She also said this is the latest thing. I wouldn't really know either way. I just like it when the lights are charmed to stay on all day without burning out. Fairy lights, they even sound beautiful. My brother makes the best decorations since he's an artist. I wish I were home with them now. I just miss being home all ready. You would think after five years of being away, I would just be used to the leaving. You never really get used to not being with your family, it just seems easier after a while.
I'm trying to keep myself busy. I've been knitting a jumper I'm going to send to my brother, putting the finishing touches on it. It's black and white striped, it looks very vintage cool. He doesn't dress warm enough, there is barely heat in his flat. I've all ready sent out my gifts. Homemade jewellry for my mum and my sister. A knitted scarf for my da and brother. Its nice when you make something for yourself, but even better when you're making them for other people. Its better than buying something a million other people have, and then they're disappointed, and you're disappointed. I hope they like them rather.
Im going to start on my horse molds. Im making a family of horses of my younger cousin out of plaster of paris. She likes horses, and I like using plaster of paris, everyone wins.
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