01.3.2012 I MADE BUNTING
IT WORKED AND I JOINED THINGS TO ANOTHER THING AND MADE A NEW THING!!
Then the sewing machine broke, but before that it was glorious and I knew the heady thrill of the sewing-type-person.
10.2.2012 Finally made it to Ceres
Ceres is a big old farm in the middle of the burbs. It’s around twenty minutes walk from my house, has markets and chickens and educational programs and bike workshops and communal… stuff, and a cafe that uses produce grown on site so as to reduce food miles and pretty bunting and a lovely vibe and I’ve left it two and a bit years to visit because clearly I have problems with all of those wonderful things.
12.12.2011 Christmas is in our dining room
We don’t have a tree, so this year we decorated the pile of suitcases I left out (the teapot is the star) and I changed our fake wall bunting to christmas colours. This will do.
26.6.2011 Afterpartypocalypse*
I actually love waking up in a house still trashed from the night before. Cups and bottles lie on their sides as if they too, are exhausted, the floor is thick with grime and bottle caps, chairs sit askew, stunned by the silence now around them. You can see everywhere evidence that here people stood, laughed, drank, sat, danced, drank more, hugged and used your space to enjoy themselves. It’s good.
*the picture is of bunting I and my housemate made yesterday. I’m in love with it and I think it’s an appropriate image to typify that a party occurred without just showing you a picture of our disgusting laundry.
