Just another picture of rabbit ears… They’re fun.
You know, some days, I feel like an utter fake. The pictures I put up here, they are just two second sketches, in most cases. Then I go browsing some of my favourite blogs (and a few new, as well), only to find people using their web spaces to display the most beautiful works, in progress and completed. Meanwhile, my little corner of the internet is chock full of things drawn on scraps of paper. Now don’t get me wrong, I like things drawn on scraps of paper, but I feel soooo inferior compared to some out there!
What is even more frustrating is this. After over 6 weeks of construction, of builders in and out of our house to fix things at the instructions of the owners, I still have a studio filled with boxes because parts of our house have had to remain free for the builders to come in and tear down walls and ceilings and paint and so forth. I am just so sick of it. I couldn’t even navigate my way into that room if I tried and it is driving me nuts. Throw into that the fact that we have been paying full rent while they come in and disturb our lives to this gigantic degree, and I’m at the end of my tether. For a job that was quoted ‘five days’, this is dragging on way too much… and the disturbance to our lives is above and beyond merely intrusive.
I want to get out of here. I want to get out of this house, and into a new one, to make a fresh start and hopefully find owners who have at least the tiniest regard for the people who pay to live in their property. I understand that in the end, this is not ‘our’ house - but while we live here, it is. I would love to go over to their house, and disturb their lives just as much as they have done ours… to leave their doors unlocked for hours when nobody is home, as the builders have done here, or show up on their roof unexpected in the early hours of the morn. I’d love to tear down walls and restrict the movement of their pets because suddenly their home is unsecured for days on end… or leave huge trails of debris, dust and mess lying over simply everything, because of course it is not the builder’s responsibility to clear up after themselves.
I’m just tired. So incredibly tired, and so incredibly worn. And I’ve had about enough. To top it all off? The rental market sucks. Someone fetch me a voodoo doll, I think I need to do some pinning.
















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