So yeah, I've been pretty quiet for the past six months again. Excuse my eternally erratic nature but everything's so damn routine in some aspects that I need some kind of flux somewhere.

Despite my best intentions I'm still in a state of stagnation, in a way. But in other ways not. Life always was caked with duality and polar opposites. I'm still in Sunny Stoke, still on the newspaper, still covering the illustrious streets of Rug with my news offerings and take on life viewing a tiny market town not to dissimilar from my childhood town. Mental-wise I've had the odd set-to at work, and I'm still on the happy pills. But I went to see the mental health nurse on Thursday and found I'm not psychotic.

One of the newer staff members at my workplace looks like the lady in the Yves St Laurent Elle perfume ad that was on British TV a while back (you can still see the image on the perfume counters at Debenhams). That is very cool to me. What is also cool is that she accepts my love of simple pleasures, from baking cakes to visiting the neighbourhood cats, with a sense of indulgence. She thinks I'm very sweet. Everyone else thinks I'm barmy or immature or both.

So they may have a point - remember back to your childhood when you may have endlessly fantasised about weddings, children, jobs and the like with your imaginary games? I never really thought like that, and to be honest, I still don't. In less than a fortnight I will turn 25 but I still don't class myself as an adult - I don't think I ever will. Except now my imaginary games of dancing with skeletons or my kitty army have evolved into creative storms, rainclouds shaped from shiny textiles and raindrops of glittering beads.

I appear to have regained my fixation with the colour blue after 20 years and I'm currently inspired by peacocks- they combine such fabulous colour in one (male) bird and the glow of their blue feathers is almost supernatural. I'm currently working on a concept outfit based on peacock colours...

So yeah, I've been pretty quiet for the past six months again. Excuse my eternally erratic nature but everything's so damn routine in some aspects that I need some kind of flux somewhere.

Despite my best intentions I'm still in a state of stagnation, in a way. But in other ways not. Life always was caked with duality and polar opposites. I'm still in Sunny Stoke, still on the newspaper, still covering the illustrious streets of Rug with my news offerings and take on life viewing a tiny market town not to dissimilar from my childhood town. Mental-wise I've had the odd set-to at work, and I'm still on the happy pills. But I went to see the mental health nurse on Thursday and found I'm not psychotic.

One of the newer staff members at my workplace looks like the lady in the Yves St Laurent Elle perfume ad that was on British TV a while back (you can still see the image on the perfume counters at Debenhams). That is very cool to me. What is also cool is that she accepts my love of simple pleasures, from baking cakes to visiting the neighbourhood cats, with a sense of indulgence. She thinks I'm very sweet. Everyone else thinks I'm barmy or immature or both.

So they may have a point - remember back to your childhood when you may have endlessly fantasised about weddings, children, jobs and the like with your imaginary games? I never really thought like that, and to be honest, I still don't. In less than a fortnight I will turn 25 but I still don't class myself as an adult - I don't think I ever will. Except now my imaginary games of dancing with skeletons or my kitty army have evolved into creative storms, rainclouds shaped from shiny textiles and raindrops of glittering beads.

I appear to have regained my fixation with the colour blue after 20 years and I'm currently inspired by peacocks- they combine such fabulous colour in one (male) bird and the glow of their blue feathers is almost supernatural. I'm currently working on a concept outfit based on peacock colours - black under skirt, gleaming blue Chinese satin sarong (which I'm gonna machine once I get off this computer), olive green knitted shawl also for the waist, royal blue bodice, spiked hair adorned with bright green headscarf and an earring and necklace of real peacock feather. I'm currently undecided if I should wear this on my b'day (June 2) or not. Also- what to do, what to do for my birthday celebrations? Any ideas are gratefully received. I understand the Manics are supporting the Foo Fighters in Manchester that night. That would be a good start.

Hello to everyone, I apologise if I have not said hello. But please know I was always greeting you in my heart.

All my love

MP

PS At least one dream's come true this year. I'm going to Japan for 2 weeks in September!