Just did it.

I’ve spoken, thought, doodled in many a notebook I have hoarded and procrastinated enough about it. I’m not ashamed to think I can do this – I’ll be proud to say that I’ve given it a go. Sat here and written about me, about why I’m sat here staring at yet another handmade item my mum has lovingly stitched and sent over to my new home – Australia, about why I’m procrastinating from cleaning the toilet, how I so easily get distracted by yet another magpie, making that cup of tea, squeezing that spot and getting that fucking annoying hair that seems to grow each night on my chin. Fucker.

I’ve no idea how it’ll go, not 100% sure what I’ll write, I will promise you it will not be the best thing you’ve ever read, it will be honest. Probably unintentionally annoy people and maybe create a smirk or a cry.

Life is too short, it’s too short not to at least try and do things that will make you smile, make you feel better, burn that bloody candle that’s shaped as a rose or get involved with silly disagreements, be around people who only seem to care when it suits them or to compliment that lady who walked passed with a nice scarf on. It’s ok to be nice, in fact, its nice to be nice.

So I did. I did a couple minutes of research on how to create a ‘blog’ didn’t really understand it so just went ahead and bought what I think is a domain.

Dusty Summers.

I’m Summers, my partner in crime is Dusty.