Life is Amazing…
Broken wrist equals cast on. Notice how it covers the hand down to the knuckles? and wraps around the thumb? This makes using the thumb awkward. Every time I grip anything, it squeezes a nerve at the base of the thumb making for dropped, and broken, dishes. Today I dropped a cup, last time I... Continue Reading →
I cringe when I hear this word spat out as a slur. I feel as if my very existence as a woman has been attacked and abused. Considered by Germaine Greer to be one of the few remaining words in the English language with the potential to shock, one wonders how the slang term for... Continue Reading →
I'm two days behind so I have to write about A and B. Maybe I'll wait till Monday, then I can do ABC. Or I can be totally egomaniacal and refer you to my other blog: Alison Boston: Multidisciplinary Artist 'A' for Alison and 'B' for Boston; there, I've done the first two letters of... Continue Reading →
Alison Amazed 