So... I went around my house collecting bits and bobs from when I was a kid and put them into two bags. One of them has arty stuff and one had kinda creepy kiddy things that I found - dont ask so yep, when I am in an arty mood I can look in those boxes for inspiration. I don't know if it's a coincidence that the creepy box is A LOT more full than the arty one - I don't know what that says about me. And me even being bothered to go around ,y house looking for stuff like that is kinda sad, and yes I know... I need more of a life, and I defo need a new pass time cos all I think of doing is either making silly collages on my wall or taking photos or shopping for clothes that I know I will never wear. Urrrggg ,y life ---- πππ»πΈππ¬
So yep this is the creepy kiddy one :
















