Happy New Ye... Oh, For F***'s Sake!

Hello my Freaky Darlings!

Sooo… Happy New Year…? 😬

Only five months late — which, in weird little artist time, is basically right on schedule, right?

I'd like to tell you that I was off having a glorious time ringing in 2025 with glitter, rum, and good vibes, but life had other plans. Let’s rewind to Christmas Day — the festive season of joy, indulgence… and, apparently, accidental ankle-snapping. Yep. My partner, bless his twisted bones, managed to break his ankle right before Xmas dinner. Stone-cold sober too! Turns out it was surgery-level snapped, so guess who got promoted to Full-Time Ankle Goblin Wrangler™️? That’s right: yours truly. Syringes, sympathy, and questionable bedside manner included.

Then I got sick. Because why not. The body said “you’re not stressed enough” and shut itself down like a cursed Windows 98 update.

All this while we’re trying to merge our lives (and mountains of weird belongings) into one space. Think goth-Tetris but with more dust, tangled necklaces, and vaguely threatening coat hooks. Plus, I’m still working the ol’ day job — because capitalism doesn’t care if your bones (or your sanity) are intact.

So yeah, time — that slippery little shadow demon — got away from me. It sprinted off, probably laughing, middle fingers raised. Again. I blinked and suddenly it was May, and my last journal post was somewhere back in the dusty, cobweb-covered archives of yesteryear.

But I'm still here! Still sketching when I can, daydreaming about weird new creations. Still scribbling, stitching, plotting, painting. Still covered in paint smudges I swear weren’t there a minute ago and glitter that definitely wasn’t invited. Just… taking it all one day at a time. Some days are more “summon the creative muse” and others are more “nap under a blanket of half-sorted packing boxes and mild existential dread.” Balance, y’know?

Anyway — belated as it is, I do hope 2025’s been treating you with a little more grace (or at least decent snacks and no broken bones).

Until next time…

Blessed Be and much love,

Emily xxx

P.S. If 2025 keeps throwing this kind of chaos at me, I might just hex my calendar. Or set it on fire and spray-paint something rude across time itself. 🔥

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