Just give me something/ Something I can use/ People love it when you lose/ They love dirty laundry. – Don Henley
Some years ago, I started a blog chronicling my Friday nights.
I used to wish every day was Friday. Happy hour starts a little earlier, responsibilities dwindle, spontaneity and bad behaviour linger near. For me Friday’s always meant freedom, friends, and usually too many vodka sodas.
A writer whose name I have failed to remember once said that writing is having a conversation with life, and I couldn’t agree more. I now write about everything that occurs from Saturday to Thursday too, and sometimes I share it here.
I am a lover of all things artistic & creative. A fortune cookie told me so, whose wrinkled piece of paper I display on my fridge.
I am also a visual merchandiser and a fashion design student. As much as I feel like my words aren’t meant to remain hidden in a journal, I don’t like to spend my days in front of a screen. I want color and texture and light and movement.
I am currently working on a book, one that’s been in the works for quite some time. I joke that it’s going to be the next great piece of feminist literature. But I also used to say that I wanted to be compared to the likes of Carrie Bradshaw, and then that happened. So, you never know.
More of my creative work and CV can be found here.