^ Oi, that must have been quite a scare! Glad he's okay!

My complaint is my hair. Lately it just looks like a mop, completely dull and lifeless and ugly. I eat lots of whole grain bread, nuts, vegetables, I drink water all the time, so I don't know what it is. I haven't been particularly happy lately, I guess it just shows through my hair.

That's really sweet, haha! It definitely is a perfect song for that. I was a MASSIVE Skik fan when I was 15, but I thought I was over it. I have been rediscovering all those old songs lately though, it turns out my taste in music was actually pretty good back then.

Currently listening to Elke Weg.

Tickle! I adore that shade of purple combined with those rainbow colours. Plus her symbol is lovely, and she is in one of my favourite poses.

I opened my window, and this beautiful guy was looking up at me. He is a regular, he's such a sweetheart.

I chose this name because I am of Irish descent. I was born in The Netherlands, but my father's side is Irish; my grandfather danced a perfect jig, Gaelic was his mother tongue, you get they idea. I feel more Irish than anything else (especially because of my nature, and that's not always a good thing ), even though I've never been to Ireland. It's just that my father made sure that I got a "decent" Irish upbringing, teaching me as much about the mentality as possible. And yes, that includes the warning to not ever piss off the Little People! So it speaks for itself that I love Irish music very much. Anyone who enjoys Irish music just as much as I do, must have noticed that they are always singing about "broken Irishmen"... When I was listening to one of these songs again, I realised that I have so many faults, and I that break down so frequently (and get back up just as frequently, important detail!) that I am probably even more Irish than I thought.

...And the name was born. I wear it with pride.

Side note: I also considered Plastic Paddy for my name. Because I can get a wee bit pretentious about it sometimes (which I don't even deserve, since I haven't even actually been to Ireland ever), and I have no problem making fun of myself.

My real name is Marlowe.
Back in high school all my friends would call me “MarshMarlowe”, which was a play on the word marshmallow. I tend to use the name MarshMarlowe on my other social media and art sites and such (you can find me anywhere with that username!) but I wanted to go with something a little softer for this pony community, so I chose Marshie

That is such a pretty name, I have never heard it before! Your real name I mean.

Is everything a "like"/"follow" contest these days?

So I just got another notification that some random person has started following me on Etsy. I mean, Etsy...! There's absolutely nothing to follow! I just buy stuff, and I'm pretty sure that's not out in the open for everyone to see, even my favourites are set to private. So what do you want from me?

Somehow I have accumulated 9 followers over the years. Yay for me?

I can relate on the wasps although I am a lot less scared of them than I used to be.

My family have a quite old grape vine, and it grows right beneath my bedroom window. So in the summer/autumn there are grapes. It's quite high up and awkward so mostly the fruit gets left for the birds...and the insects. So at this time of the year, they're quite numerous.

Most have gone out quite easily so far, but Mum and I had a mad chase after one around the landing at some random time at night last week. We did get it out in the end though...

Oi, that sounds like fun. I just had to catch another visitor too, and I just got up.

Enough. With. The. WASPS!!!

I've had enough. I put everything under my window to keep them away: a plate with cloves, a lavender plant, coffee... Just a few things wasps are supposed to hate. But somehow my house seems inviting. WHY!?

I'm crazy scared of those monsters, because I have cats and because I don't know if my husband and I are allergic or not. I have to catch and release one at least twice a day, it give me serious panic attacks. I don't think there's a nest somewhere, it's just the time of year.