By the time you read this I will be in getting yet more tattoos for radiotherapy
third trip people
I am starting to look like a human dot to dot
I will spare you the details but I like to think that it is just that they enjoy my dismounts so much
that they keep calling me back to experience the wonder of them
of course that is me living firmly in fantasy land
but that did get me thinking about all the fantasy vs reality situations
of the whole breast cancer crap and it is quite the list it turns out ...
I had this fantasy that I would look all bad ass and Demi Moore cool as a baldy
the reality is much closer to buddha with glasses... not even vaguely cool
fantasy...getting bitten by a mosquito while full of chemo would lead to them being poisoned by the stuff and dying a horrid and painful death
reality...they suck it up like nectar and become bloody mutant super mozzie
fantasy...I will lounge in bed and my dutiful daughter Phantom Steve read to me from my favourite books
reality... she had me as a captive audience for endless YouTube videos featuring Mamrie Hart, Grace Helbig and Hannah Hart ... though admittedly once you get past the language and some of the wildly inappropriate content ...they are hilarious
fantasy... that the dog licking my bald head is because he wants to comfort me
reality... he also licks cushions, carpet and his boy bits so maybe not sure about that one
fantasy... that I will wake up from a lovely slumber to the sound of gentle birdsong
reality... I wake to the sounds of Phants trying to get the dog to sit on a whoopee cushion
though for the record reality was pretty darn funny in this case
the look on his face when she achieved it was priceless
sleep fantasy number 2... that I will wake to find a hot cup of tea and a selection of chocolates on the bed side table waiting for me
reality... I wake to mad giggling and find that Phantom and Sinus Man have drawn eyebrows on me/made bows out of washy tape and stuck them to my head/have hidden the remotes... you get the idea... it has been a long 24 weeks of chemo
and I still find myself a few days after my last dose waking up with a racing heart at the thought of what fresh joke hell they have inflicted on me ...
fantasy... that Phants will want me to impart all my wisdom while she sits dutifully by my side
reality... she just wants me to keep messing up her seven sided rubik's cube thingy so she can get her solve time down ...
while acting as my editor Phants became incensed at the inaccuracies of this one and demanded a clarification... it is a seven layered v cube... technically a seven by seven by seven... yep she whooppee cushions the dog but I am in trouble for rubik's inaccuracies!!!!
fantasy... that having no eyebrows would mean I now have a great poker face and after whipping Sinus a few times I will be ready for the pro poker circuit and will make my fortune
reality... the sum total of my poker knowledge comes down to being mildly familiar with a Kenny Rodgers song and Sinus knows even less, so I am thinking this one may be quite the reach to take from fantasy to reality...
fantasy... that I would have time to do all the Soul Food Lessons
reality... the only one I have attempted is the one by Gwen Seemel
mind you I loved it... all those coloured pens and messy lines... right up my alley
and in keeping with the whole fantasy/ reality theme I thought I would get in and transform some of my "normal"drawings into her fabulous coloured fantasy versions
and while I still love my normal versions, those coloured ones are kind of addictive
I also tried some inchies for the first time
which is all sorts of fun... challenging because I am half blind and have rather dodgy motor skills but I do wish I had thought to try them earlier
I was inspired by Diane Scott
and they would have been perfect while I was stuck doing bugger all for so long...
of course now I am up and about I am sure they will be as much fun in the studio
happy painting everyone...xx