Spring

You know how i know it is Spring? By looking in my handbag.

Contents include 3 pairs of sunglasses, hay fever tablets and an assortment of tram tickets (i keep accidently getting drunk in the sunshine and having to leave my car in inconvenient places.)
I like Spring. It is not as obviously seductive as Summer, nor as stand offish as Winter. I used to love Autumn but now it reminds me of weddings and death. nice. So Spring it is!

I started Spring cleaning my room today. Moving shoes around, rearranging visual diaries, considering chucking my 5000 books that occupy every single surface available. I got to the desk "area" (It does seem to spread itself out) and paused-is there really any need? I have 10 classes left, I write my essays in cafes and the desk top is quite handy for holding clothes, makeup and stray canvases. Maybe after two years of study, i can finally admit that i have terrible study habits. Even the desk chair was relegated to the sunroom after being assessed as useless to me about 6 months ago. I have two essays to write. Maybe i can just stick to the theme and enjoy writing them as i sip coffee and sniff flowers, instead of trying to contort into Madam Academic who has a clean desk and somewhere to sit.

Done.