Sewed, glued and tattooed.

One of my goals in 2019 is to start my own clothing brand. Y'all be like: "Whoa, girl, you don't just go squandering your dreams around!" But there it is, Google. Now you know. I have started with T-shirts and am working on a low quality hoodie right now (bacause still practicing). I want to create a colourful, wild brand, where I intend to combine my love for colours and patterns with my chosen career- I am a social worker with a degree in mental health and am working in this field for almost ten years now. So the motto here is: the crazier the better. But also keeping it stylish. My sister ordered a three T-shirt pack for her boys. Happy wearers. Supposably too gayish  Star Trek  T-shirt (according to my friend). A male, yes. And this is my (an entire salary worth) baby. Mmmmmmm. Ready for more?

Happy new year, people.

Many of my fellow tattoo addicts probably know what I'm talking about. First of all, I have to admit the last tattoo in THE LAST AND THE FIRST Vol. 2 post was not the last! There was a last last one that happened on the 15th of December as a part of an artist's exhibiton whom I admired previously, but this made her my personal hero. (Additional information here .) I am absolutely in love with what she did. But.. this is not the main reason for writing this post. Apparently I have an adhesive tattoo bandage allergy of some sort and according to the World Wide Web,  the thing is not at all rare. I have had some issues previously while using it, but it never got this allarming. The bandage literally corroded my skin at the edges. The whole area where the bandage was placed was red and painful. I tore it off with a scream and tended my tattoo the old school way. This is what happened after approximately 24 hours. After a day I got left with an infected wound. It is...

All about love.

This year was really something. It felt like the Universe decided to throw every challenge it got in store for me for the next 1000 years right in my face and slap me with it several times. It was a year of extreme confrontations. A year of unimaginable transmutatins. A year of constant inner and outer revolutions. Not saying things were predominantly bad. But they were most certainly never dull. This was also a year of my favorite needle addiction relapse. Talking 'bout tattoos y'all. Showing off my last and first of 2018: Finished half-sleeve old-school pin up tattoo. Started seven years ago, Jesus Christ (very obvious by the faded middle and lower half). My protector: Hanuman. Cover up at the bottom. I'm not sad to see you go, 2018. But can you do something about me winning the Lottery before you leave? That'd be grand, thanks. Ta-ta!

Let's mood swing this full Moon Friday away! Tally-ho!

I promise you, this will not turn into some influencer-influenced post about how pursuing my dream helped me escape my mediocre wage-slaved life and am now freely and happily running into sunsets on some sandy beach in Bali. (At least not yet.) But I did have a dream (and still have many) and I've made a tiny step towards pursuing it. Since I can remember, I dreamed about becoming a fashion designer (or a witch, but I went for the more realiable option). I'm not saying my style is anywhere beyond average. I look like any random girl you meet along the way. But... I like patterns, needles and colours. So I'm now taking sewing lessons and I invested a small fortune into a sewing machine. And all I'm saying is: It. Makes. Me. Happy. That's all there is to it. If you find what makes you happy, go for it. Even if it doesn't take you to Bali. Even if it makes you happy just for three hours per week. It's worth it. That's more real happiness some people...