We have a guest tomorrow, and then over the weekend we're MOVING HOUSE what... So I figured I might not have time.
Might not have time. Story of my August, let me tell you.
Anyway, don’t wanna get all mopey on you, but autumn’s coming. (I do love heather though)
This is a really really terrible drawing, but let me tell you about this day — ages ago I made an arrangement to go hang out with an old school friend of mine who lives in Leeds who I hadn’t seen in nearly 10 years (Hi Helen!)… It then turned out that my friend Paul was having the opening night of his exhibition in Manchester the same evening. Sure, Leeds and Manchester are pretty close right, and I live in between the two, sweet. Oh, and a client asked me if I’d come for a meeting in Leeds the same day so WHY NOT, EH.
Anyway, what resulted was a super intense day of a meeting which has proceeded to launch me into one of the most stressful, time consuming (but mostly fun) freelance projects of my career so far… Followed by an absolutely lovely catch up with Helen, and then a train dash over to Manchester to catch Paul’s wonderful riso-printed brutalism opening night. He does great work, and this illustration was my very poor late night attempt to vaguely emulate that. I am ashamed of how bad it is, but ho hum.
House stuff rumbles on, time to buy carpets. I got VERY EXCITED about having roads and railways on the office floor but was thwarted by them not anticipating that anyone would want to carpet a room that large in it. Still bitter. (At this point I truly believed I could have it and was very excited)
So here’s the theme for this month. August is the time when work at my main job gets absolutely the busiest. One of my main freelance clients is also in the education sector, so things get busy there too. Also aforementioned large new job for large new client. Also August is the month me and Alex go to Nine Worlds. Also we’re renovating this house. Also we’re moving house. Also I have a border collie. Also I have to continue to feed us all and keep the house clean (that last one has slipped, let me be honest — it’s very hard to summon up the motivation to clean when you know you’ll be leaving soon…)
Hard no to moths, thanks very much.
Also a long time ago, before I knew how busy I’d be, agreed to go meet internet friend (and IRL friend of Alex’s) Daisy in Bradford for a curry. I’m very glad I made the time to actually go because she is GREAT, and we had a lovely dinner. On my way home from the station I bumped into the whole Happy Valley Pride crew celebrating the first night of events this year, and got a very welcome ego boost of having them all gather round and tell me how happy they were with all the materials we’ve worked on together this year (I’ve been doing their stuff this year and last, and am delighted to work with them!)
I really hate painting. Really really. But after a lot of procrastination, and timed to fit with one of my favourite radio shows, I pushed ahead and did my room. I hated every moment of it but appreciated the sense of progress (and nice music).
Me and Alex loaded up all our bags and suitcases with boardgames and headed down to run the boardgames lounge at Nine Worlds! (Well, Alex does much more of that than me to be honest, I am mostly there for moral support, moderate packhorse abilities, and a nice free hotel room in central London for a couple of days)
This is a bad drawing of a particular feeling. When you return to a place that you'd forgotten had a strong emotional memory attached to it, and it washes over you like an unexpected wave as you round a corner.
Took myself to the Westfield shopping centre because I love shopping probably more than I should, and have far fewer opportunities to indulge these days. I'm not actually sure I'd ever been to a mall that huge/fancy before, was genuinely quite struck by it's architecture! Then back to the boardgames.
Important reminders.
It's brochures time! (I think I do a drawing like this every year). After a fun weekend at Nine Worlds, I headed back down to Brighton for a fun (but frantic) few days in the office getting this years brochures wrapped up.
Saw a cool caterpillar.
Got a tattoo. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, and I decided to just DO IT. I’m 30 now. I can make these kinds of rash decisions. (Right?)
I’d been looking for an artist who worked in the style I wanted (relatively delicate blackwork with a specialism in botanical stuff), and happened to find the perfect person the previous time I was in Brighton. I commissioned her to create an illustration and it was exactly what I wanted — various plants that have meaning to me… One of the main ones was Brambles because I feel like I’ve spent much of my life stumbling through them, existing alongside, and as a child so much joy and excitement from going out picking blackberries each autumn…. I also feel like I broadly relate to them as a person — kind of stubborn and spiky and sometimes doesn’t know when to stop/go away, but also very productive and motivated and with small elements of niceness/prettiness in amongst the tangles. Also honeysuckle, which I’ve always loved the smell/look of, and it was one of my Nan’s favourite flowers. Poppies were another of my Nan’s favourites, and as a child I always enjoyed elaborately disassembling them and studying how they were put together. A couple of others in there too, just general British hedgerow stuff. In the last year or two I’ve been forced to re-embrace my childhood fascination with nature and the countryside. Somewhat against my will but it reminds me where I come from. Anyway, it’s all a tangle of thoughts, and as much as anything I just wanted something beautiful, and I'm happy that's exactly what I got. I really love it and it feels strange now to imagine my body without it — it’s quite large for a first tattoo, most of my upper left arm running down to my lower arm, but I didn’t want to do things by halves.
Anyway, it really didn't hurt that much and I actually quite enjoyed the process!
Then, home.
Home for FEELS (possibly hormonal)
Still panicking about my complete failure to make any meaningful progress on painting any of the house apart from my room, a bunch of wonderful friends came over to help us for a day. Heroes, all.
Even if I do NOTHING ELSE this year, I still feel like this is true.
More, ugh, no, ugh, etc
(For context, at this point I was working approx 9 hour work days, walking Charlie for at least 2 hours, and trying to squeeze in as many frantic hours of painting as I could around all of this)
I wish to go out of my way here and state that I am not normally like this. But sometimes a perfect confluence of hormones, tiredness, anxiety and general background stress combine that enable me to ENTIRELY CONVINCE MYSELF that I’ve offended someone beyond repair. Bloody read receipts.
Did I mention I'm very busy? Well yeah, somehow I also found time to make my first ever radio show/podcast this month too (mostly I want to learn a little bit more about how all of this stuff works, plus I love choosing music and mashing it together. I'm under no illusions that many people will want to listen, but if you do, you can find it here, and if you're into it, I'll be doing more.)
I like this one so much I might redraw it and turn it into a screen print to hang on my wall.
Alex saw this one and said ‘I really like it. You’re so SENTIMENTAL’
Lol. I have a very conflicted relationship with nature/the countryside, okay? (Also from Alex ‘I can’t believe you hate the countryside so much and yet you just got a load of it tattooed on you’)
A couple of days ago I heaved the entirely of mine and Alex’s record collections over to the other house. It was a LOT and I want it to be held on the record that I did this [strong arm emoji] (and then did this very satisfying drawing while watching the Great British Bake of in what felt like one of the chillest hours I've had this entire month)
Oh yeah, this weekend I managed to get a massive blister on the SOLE of my HEEL, what could I possibly have done to deserve this. Anyway, I just had to keep going, because Justin's away and Alex isn't doing so well at the moment, and it obviously proceeded to get worse, to the point where this morning I was concerned I wouldn't be able to walk Charlie at all. But you know what, I cut a donut shaped piece out of a maxi pad, stuck it around the blister, wore my cushioniest shoes and bought myself a WALKING POLE (it's over, I am middle aged), and things are going okay. (Also, Alex managed to do a short walk and a friend of ours came and helped out too, so hopefully that's been enough rest that I'll be better soon)
Goodness knows I'd better be, because we're moving house this weekend and then I'm going to THE NETHERLANDS!
Hi September.
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