Thursday, 15 September 2011

Я имею одного брата

The first and, I guess, most important thing you should know about me is that I love The Past. Not afraid to put that out there. That I also enjoy anything from The Past, is, therefore, deeply involved in my deep adoration of The Past. Almost equal in importance, if slightly more painful to admit, is that I also love anything that is both Russian and from The Past. Why painful? Well, mainly to do with my failed attempt to learn Russian. THIS IS NOT AN EASY THING TO DO. No. I certainly don’t remember anything other than Я имею одного брата. Он - футболист. And, no, I don’t have a brother who plays football.

On a slightly more topical note, I feel you should draw your eyes to this amazing item I happened across while on etsy this evening. By happened across, I mean that it was there on the front page staring at me and I had to know more.

I mean, it’s like an actual piece of The Past which you could own. This blows my mind.

Dipping the little toe...

Well, here goes. I’ve resorted to THE BLOG. I have so often mocked THE BLOG for its seeming self absorption and egomania. I am, after all, essentially talking to myself as I type but occasionally using a thesaurus more often than normal (as you can tell from the name of my BLOG, thesaurus.com is a firm favourite to wile away the hours).
Anyhoo, maybe I should lay out some form of mission statement at this point. But there’s the problem… there is no master plan.

I really maybe feel that there probably should be some form of declaration of intent (possibly) but I’m merely aiming to document some of the new things I’m doing with my ample amounts of free time which are so often underutilised. I may also share links to items I find visually pleasing when I’m trawling through t’internet. There could maybe be a few shameless plugs of my own projects and items for sale. You never really know with these things, do you?

Regardless, here I go with the best of intentions, sincerely hoping that I don’t leave this
BLOG to lay dormant and boring for too long.

Bisous