WHITE TEA BLUES.

I have contempt for life. 

Most of the time I fucking hate life.

Most of the time life is a fucking flatline existential nightmare for me and I fucking hate it and want to check out all the time.

There you go, now you know the truth, but the thing that keeps me here is knowing that life would say "haha, you wimped out, you couldn't handle me" and so what I seek to do i make life run for its life.

I want to be a pain in lifes arse.

I want life to celebrate the day I die.

I want life to get a breather once I'm dead.

-Henry Rollins

I scribbled this quote down all over my sketch pad the first time I heard it and it's stuck with me ever since. I still have the piece of paper.

I can't wait to see him in Perth in May.

Kitty xx

SHAKE, RATTLE AND STROLL.

As many of you may have already guessed, I am quite the homebody. Other than tattooing, I am generally my happiest pottering about the house with my charming boyfriend and our dog and if Im out and about I'm usually hunting for treasures to adorn our home. 

One of the most exciting things about moving house for me has been moving to a new suburb. Since we've moved in I have been using every spare second of time to unpack and have yet to explore our new neighbourhood. Each car trip has left me looking longingly out the window daydreaming of all the treasures and trinkets each new store potentially holds. Ive been ever so eager to check out all the cafes on our local strip and possibly find a new corner to read away the afternoon with a delicious treat and pot of tea.

The Penny Farthing, High St Thornbury.

So with a few hours of my own on Monday I set out to explore, with my friend Kane Berry. We put our walking shoes on (doc martins count) and hit a few local places of interest. To start our day we hit King Kahuna on Nicholson to find the perfect bean bags. Yes folks, bean bags! I've been wanting one for a while as a can't imagine a more perfect place to sit and listen to records. Our hunt took us to the factory outlet back near my old house where we both made a delightful purchase that was rather tricky to fit into the bcd of the old ford. After fits of giggle we headed to High Street and window shopped until our hungry little bellies led us to The Penny Farthing, a truly lovely cafe with some truly lovely tofu scramble.

All in all a great sunny Monday, I almost even forgive Thornbury Records for not being open. Almost.

Kitty xx