I’m not even kidding – there is about to be a HUGE amount of information here, All About Me (isn’t it always?). Don’t believe me? I’m about to respond to a Liebster award nomination (thanks Henrietta) and a tag for ’50 Things That Make Me Happy’ (courtesy of Louise), and I’m even tempted to jump…
*Sits at laptop, drumming fingertips together and trying her best to look pensive as she gazes (internally (work with me)) at the beginnings of an idea for a post*
I wasn’t ready to write this, all of a sudden, because my brain had a short-but-violent meltdown of the ‘disordered thoughts’ type, and I couldn’t see beyond the rim of my own navel, for an embarrassingly long couple of hours. Friday evening was spent in a mire of misery and self-loathing and the only thankful…
I already hate that title! HOWEVER (hang on, you’re not meant to start sentences like that, are you? Because it’s improper. Or something…ANYway…) it makes sense, because what we have here is one of those awards which makes the rounds periodically, and people tend to either adore them and collect them and show them off,…
It’s okay to start in Italian, right? I don’t really feel that English sometimes has the right sounds of language to express something as lovely as that feeling you get when you’ve been given a gift of recognition or admiration that you feel you probably only a little bit deserve (even though the feeling is…
