Blog of a veggie lady who can't stay in one place for too long, loves to dumpster dive, loves to craft and can rant about feminism for hours! Just little notes and photos from my travels and the qwirky, fun, arty and ridiculous things I've seen! (and things I've found in bins.)
I live in the north of England, all my family have been ridiculously supportive of my final year but live min. 4 hours away, so I wasn’t expecting anyone to come to my show opening. Everyone else had family coming and I was sad about it but understood why.
Then my Uncle Steve showed up and it was a complete surprise and I nearly cried I was that moved by the fact that he’d drove 4 and a half hours just to support me. =]