Good afternoon you lovely people, I hope your March was enjoyable. Mine has been mostly enjoyable, and I will show you why...


Week one and I went to the bi-monthly camera club meet up after hanging around town after uni and having a pizza for dinner with Evie C which was fun. The meet involved a tour of The Coffin Works (where the Tip Top Team reside now) by Cornelius - go over and grab a tour from him here, you will honestly love it! It was quite an interactive tour with a show of how these RIP plates above were made back a day and a look around all the nooks and crannies of the factory that have been kept. Let me know if you'd like to see my images from this day, but certainly go and visit for yourself because the people are so nice and it was very enjoyable.



Week three and I managed to pull off my own studio shoot with a couple friends - who said how they loved every minute - I was stressed and frantically trying to get plenty of looks in, changing the lighting arrangement and all in only two hours. To say it was intense wouldn't be a lie, but I sure did get LOTS of great shots that I'm very pleased with. If you want to see them head over to my instagram ;) This was the last look and it was SO GOOD but one of the staff members came in and told me to wrap up so we didn't get many shots but it was still a very successful solo shoot.

The next day I had my first exhibition with a few classmates which was also a great success! There was an amazing turn out that filled the room, I didn't take my camera as I already had a portfolio and frame to carry but I wish I had so I could capture the exhibition. I do expect it won't be the last though, so I'll be sure to get snaps next time!


Week four and it was work work work to get everything finished in time for my deadline. Including having to take time off to go to the Photography show and spend some time with my Dad for his birthday. but nevertheless I managed it and am anxiously waiting for the results! And missing my dear memory stick, I actually feel a bit lost without it, especially as we have to begin working on the next project.

The third week was pretty rough, I came down ill and lost my voice - it's still gone, oh how I miss it. So this week consisted of being in bed, admiring my lovely windowsill which I completely redecorated somewhat recently (weeks and weeks ago but it still looks lovely and new) and drinking so much warm honey and lemon that my blood probably tastes like honey and lemon... Please don't drink my blood to test this exaggeration!

Happy Saturday people! I hope the sun is smiling down at you today. It's quite sunny here but I ache, my feet, legs and throat hurt, all probably due to the fact it was prom last night and I had a lot of fun! (this is the part where I self-promo my instagram where you can see photos from this day) Despite having so much fun I felt like I needed a lie down, the last hour of the evening became emotional as I began missing my mom. I took myself outside and sat on a bench... until I saw a rat then I promptly dried my tears and went to the back garden area.

I thought about how she would never see me in heels, until I remembered that one pair that went missing after the one night I wore them, and thoughts just spiralled to all sorts of things. It passed 12am before I went to sleep and I thought about how for the first year, on every 25th of the month I would tweet to her, indirectly and just update her on recent events and tell her how much I missed her. I still marvel at how I can think about someone every single day, all day long.

It was a cathartic ritual I gave myself every month - choosing the 25th as that's the date she lost her very very unfair battle. I still occasionally talk to her when I'm alone, not always out loud but I will tell her things and crave a second voice in the conversation. I try to close my eyes and imagine her reactions; usually a pride filled face at my achievements, as that's a significant thing I miss.

I have mentioned before how I took an exam in year 9 and she was there for my results and I try to remember her pride every time I reach a new level of success. It is difficult when people tell me "she'd be proud of you", because I want her to tell me she's proud, with that beaming smile and shining eyes.

With my blog it's quite a split between photography and heartfelt writing, I have a photography project in mind that I could share on my blog but considering my old 25th ritual, I think I shall revert to it when a Saturday the 25th rolls around as a more personal ongoing project to help me deal with such loss. I hope you don't mind being given such emotional subject from time to time, but I do enjoy the relief of writing down my thoughts, although controversial to make public.

I encourage you to perhaps do the same if you've had a family or friend bereavement. Doing it once a month for a year was really nice as it helped me to accept the situation, no matter how much I don't want it to exist. And most of all it helped me keep her fresh in my mind as I fear ever so much of forgetting, no matter how ridiculous or impossible that may be.

Take care my dears, I'm always here for you if you need another ear to talk to about these sort of situations.