Hello friends, it’s been awhile that I’ve welcomed you into the dumpster fire of my life. So, come in. Welcome. Take a seat. I’ve been stumbling around and may have actually figured out the secret to eternal youth…
Just kidding, but I did get mistaken as a child on the good ‘ole Lothian bus the other day.
The semester has been working along smoothly. My final marks from last semester are back and I’m pretty proud. I have the first of my assignments coming up in a few weeks. It’s for Archaeological Illustration and I have been drawing a lot of rocks in Adobe Illustrator. It’s actually really cool, but really time consuming.
Caitlin and I had a bit of an adventure last week. I read about this local perfume company in Edinburgh called Reek Perfume that make scents inspired by historical women. The first of their perfumes is called ‘Damn Rebel Bitches.’ It’s inspired by the Jacobite Women. They don’t test on animals or retouch their photos, which I thought was pretty cool. I got the address from their website and so Caitlin and I decided to go. As it turns out, the address on the website is actually the flat of the lady (Sara Sheridan) who owns the business. We felt a little embarrassed at first to have mixed it up, but she not to worry, a lot of people do that. Sara invited us in and we chatted for a while about the perfume, feminism, and history. They were actually shooting photos for their next perfume launch as well.
And as it turns out, she’s a historical novelist and written like over twenty books… including tie-in novels for the iTV Victoria series. She said that if I ever wanted to write something for the Reek blog to just send her an email. Which I totally think I will, I just need something catchy to write about!
On Wednesday, I was at the RBGE from 3- 9. I helped to cook a Burns’ Dinner for about 40ish people. The garden is hosting ERAMUS professors from Italy, Portugal, and across the UK for a weeklong workshop. It was a lot of potato peeling and mashing, but I didn’t mind. I joked that this was always my job during Thanksgiving as home, which was true. I got a chance to chat with a few of people who work at the garden as well as speak with a few international professors.
Things have also been falling into place for my dissertation next year, which I hope to be able to finalize soon. I’m looking at exploring the archaeology of the Botanic Cottage. Think historical buildings, public engagement, social memory, etc. I’ve had a few meeting with different professors and I’ve got another one on Wednesday.
Thursday night was the EUMC Burns’ Ceilidh and I still have bruises on my arms from popping sick moves. Things got a bit confusing after the ceilidh when it circulated that we were all heading to Wetherspoons, but then failed to clarify which Wetherspoons out the six (6) in Edinburgh we were going to.
But, my dudes. Never fear, the EUMC reunited and I still made it to my 9-11am seminar. It’s required and please don’t ask about the state I was in when I left the flat. I made it to Starbs and when I walked in I was nearly brought to tears when the kind women behind the counter asked if, ‘I wanted the usual* and a muffin as well?’
Yes, o kind woman. I do.
After my seminar I picked a burrito and went home.
*’the usual’ is a grande vanilla latte and a blueberry muffin
2 thoughts on “im stumbling, im bumbling”
Wouldn’t call your life a dumpster fire, I’d call it amazing! Hey is that my Starbs account you’re becoming a regular on! Love, Padre
luv you and your dumpster fire of a life!! Really?