I spent nearly three hours in the bath this morning and now my feet look like pale pink raisins. Sexy or sexy? I wasn’t just staring into space, however; I started writing a post about friendship in your twenties and once I’d started, I couldn’t stop. I had to tease out those thoughts properly otherwise I’d be walking around the house jangling with half-bitten phrases, and likely I’d revisit the Pages document tomorrow and think ‘fuck, should have finished this whilst I was still in it’. Writing is an uncomfortable process for me in the sense that it takes ~ so ~ long; it’s my craft, I suppose, and so I spend hours labouring over the same 200-or so words, reading and re-reading until the words roll off the tongue just right. Anyway, three or so hours later and we’re done with this one. I’ll upload it tomorrow once I’ve taken some snaps, but for now, I’m going to enjoy an afternoon off with my head buried in some games. Oh, and there’s cake downstairs, so I will also be burying my head in cake. 🍰 {Bag and dress gifted.}