The Blackthorn Orphans Best of 2015

2015 was a fairly bad-to-indifferent year for us, with one or two luminous milestones along the way.

We hope for better things in 2016 and to blog them for your delectation.  We're going to do it anyway so you may as well relax and enjoy it.

Something bad- the death of our lovely cat Moo.  We miss him tremendously and are doubly grateful for our other boy Felix, who almost makes up for him.

Blogtacularly, I cut my hair and dissed the NZ flag referendum.  And talked about being one of the richest people in the world.

Discussed gay marriage, and marriage in general.   Called out sexist fucktard cat callers.
​Wrote a poem about undies.

Talked about some of the shit I've learned in my 43 years

Finished being a lardarse.

Ate delicious chocolate

Shared my thoughts on the refugee crisis in Europe

Went bra shopping

Took some black and white photographs

Induced the Lovely R to finally set up his own blog onsite and share some of his fantastic images

Took a swing at cake-face contouring

Blogged some nice textiles

And some vintage fabrics from my collection

​We enjoyed some fairly diverse treasures from other people this year

El Gato Chimney

Alex Shatohin

Luc Jamet ​

Jerico Santander

Tamas Dezso

Nico Delort

We've taken you on walks around Port Chalmers

On a road trip up and down the South Island of New Zealand (in three parts)

But I think the thing that gave me most satisfaction is the conclusion of The Blackthorn Orphans serialisation. Knowing people had been reading it all the way through, finally, after so many years.

I think my lipstick reviews were fairly respectable this year.  

And Hostile Witness Film Review is starting to look like something I might not disown when questioned.

The blog gets around a thousand views a day now, which is about 900 more than I ever expected. I think my record day was nearly three thousand. Which is pretty fucking dusty compared to a lot of fancy social media shit, but I don't promote, so yeah, I'll take that attendance record. I wouldn't kick it out of bed if it was a guy.  Or girl.  Lol.  I am rich in clicks.

Thanks for reading and looking and eye rolling and shit.  

​I hope you've found something worthwhile in what we've posted, even if you've hated it or really fucking disagreed.  We're grateful to enjoy an existence that includes stuff worth sharing, and to have the opportunity to contribute to the creative commons.

​Next year we hope to keep keeping it real with more crusty wisdom, depressive musings, indiscriminate photography, spasmodic verse and spooky long form.

Back in the new year.  Have some holiday if you can possibly manage it.  ​Stay crazy, bitches.

PS: Look out for an xmas day easter egg onsite.

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