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Here’s to a better 2021 for all of us, stay safe lovelies, x
Don’t panic, I’m not back - we all know this place isn’t good for my mental health, so this is a drive by posting to say happy Christmas to the ampic community and the hello from my Englishness lot...
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2020 was shit. Mother in Law kicked the bucket. I learned how crap organising a funeral is in covid times. Despite how hard the last few years have been, I did know her longer than my own mum. Unlike many families in this shitty year, we were allowed to be with her for the end, which was some comfort. Manchild wasn’t up to speaking at the funeral and asked me to. I read a poem by her favourite poet, I wasn’t sure I’d get through it but it felt important to him that one of us spoke.
I miss my work travels. Like most of us my world has shrunk and I don’t know if it will ever bounce fully back. My company may never go back to having us in the office... which is of course very much a first world problem given how many have lost jobs and lives this year... I’ve lost theatre and art and cygnet watch in the park but I do have a job I can fully do from home which I know makes me immeasurably lucky
In a bid to stop the covid pounds piling on I started an exercise bike challenge to cycle from Florence to London, inspired by Artemisia Gentileschi who I’d been really looking forward to seeing at the National Gallery... that didn’t happen because of Covid... and the cycling fell by the wayside as MiL deteriorated
I made it as far as France...
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I’ve shared Artemisia’s story before - everyone focuses on the successful conviction she achieved against her rapist, but she was much more and the story of her travelling alone from Italy to England 400 years ago, when it would have been a huge and arduous journey, catching carriage after carriage over lumpy bumpy roads before reaching the coast really moves me...
She was travelling to her father who fell ill while painting a ceiling in Greenwich. They had a difficult relationship - while in London she finished the ceiling he’d been working on... for a long time it was assumed it was one of her brothers, but experts now accept it was most likely Artemisia did the finishing touches... we’ll never know why... a peace offering to her ill and estranged father? A mental health exercise of keeping herself busy as she found herself alone in a strange country? Or a practical case that the king wouldn’t pay for the job if not finished?
The National Gallery exhibition has been extended and I am keeping everything crossed it extends again, many of the pieces are from private collections and this may be the only opportunity in my lifetime to see them...
I don’t know if the shaving pic is a reshare... I genuinely can’t remember, I hesitated because it shows too much of my fat bits which makes me think I would have hesitated first time round but maybe not... who gives a fuck, I’m not back anyway - enjoy my merry fucking Christmas fat bits or don’t...
The polka dots definitely aren’t a reshare because that’s my new Christmas robe... doesn’t look as glam on me as the model though, mostly because I’m about a foot too short - it’s hard to sashay into a room in a transparent robe when you’re trying not to trip over it...
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Here’s to a better 2021 for all of us, stay safe lovelies, x
Thanks lovelies, hope you are doing ok and looking forward to the new shiny year...
In lockdown I have finally learnt how to not make a dogs dinner of my own nails... and in addition to the robe, treated myself to an ovary necklace (mostly because the artist was being ‘cancelled’ for stating women actually exist as a distinct sex class...) note the sperm on the chain - available with or without...
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I received an almost instantaneous PM reminding me why this place isn’t good for me... when people that cycle all the threads contact you to tell you you’re ‘exceptional’ despite being ‘frustrating’... haha! Well mother fuckers, I’m not exceptional but I’ll take frustrating as the compliment it wasn’t intended to be...
Who the fuck wants to be easy anyway? I’ve always been a woman you work for, un-fucking-apologetically... I think that’s true of the ampic’s ladies in general... ladies - never forget your worth, you owe no fucker here anything, you’re all goddesses
Have a gorgeous new year, eat, drink, be merry and fuck any notion of diets for New Years resolutions - life’s too short and you are all gorgeous, x
And don’t get too merry - poem from the glorious Hollie McNish, hands up for the Baileys from cranberry tits...
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Stay safe motherfuckers,
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Stay safe motherfuckers,![]()