Christmas Card Factory.

{Favourite Necklace}

Sunday. 

Me and Sunday don't usually get along, we haven't for a while.

But for a Sunday, this morning was quite productive. I started writing earlier than usual, 

blogged it and then sat on my bed for Sunday's only ritual of listening to records.

This afternoon, it was all sequins, feathers & cutting out little red hats for snowmen.

No, really, it was.

As my room turned into a Christmas card factory once again...

Making Christmas cards gives me more joy than it ever probably should.

Sunday.

I listened to records, the sun was shining brightly through my windows and it formed rainbows on my bed.

I also done three drawings, wrote a 'review', blogged multiple times and went through my entire bloglovin' feed - doesn't happen often.
I guess it was alright for a Sunday.
Obviously, I made mistakes like I often do. I shouldn't of gone on her blog and be disappointed by her... again. It's a bad habit. Just takes one click to go on a site. Only takes a minute to read something you don't want to.
You can't unread it. I can't forget what she wrote like she's forgotten my existence.

Never mind. Isn't that what they always say to me? Never mind.
Oh well. Forget it. Move on.


Anyway.

Three Sunday pictures...

 

I spy a little golden book...

My Sunday looked a lot like that last photo for most of the day...

Thirteen.

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Like a lot of things in my life, I can't explain why, but I kind of love numbers.

Ironically I suck at using them in an educational sense though.

And there's certain numbers I love the most - The number 13 is my favourite.

But I like 44 & 18 too.

I have no reasons other than the following:

I liked the number 13 long before I was a Taylor Swift fan, but that's just another reason I do.

I tend to think I like the number 13 because no one really does. Because it's 'unlucky'. I don't particularly believe in luck. I see it as the outcast in the world of numbers, so I befriended it.

The number 18.... I remember I always wanted to be 18 and believed it would be the best year of my life.

How naive. But that's exactly how I was back then.

And the number 44, simply, because of a band (Page 44). 

Other than that. There are no reasons. I just like numbers.

I don't consider them lucky or unlucky, they're just numbers that I happen to like a lot.

If I come across a song on itunes I've listened to 12 times, I have to listen to it to make it '13'.

The same applies for songs ending in the number 9. I have to round numbers off.

Oh, and I have to take a photo if I see something with the number 13 on. 

Numbers, aside, It is Sunday. I was completely unaware of this when I woke up at 6:22am this morning

and didn't realise until about 9:30am.

It's always a joy to not realise it's Sunday - my most hated day of the week.

Because, often, I'm stuck pretending it's not Sunday to make the day easier.

Anyway. I took a photo from my window this morning as the sun was rising...

If you look close enough you can see the dirt on my window.

I finally managed to write my 'review' for Deaf Havana's new album and I posted it on my

{music blog} this morning.

Deaf Havana are the only thing I like that's associated with this town...

My only other plans for the day are to listen to records while laying on my bed.

It's a Sunday ritual.

I should probably get on with those animal doodles too...

{This blog post, named Thirteen, was posted on the 13th at 13:13. UK time.}

P.S - I made a few changes. The blog is wider and you can now follow via Bloglovin' if you use that.