05.4.2012 Face goop on face
It was all blue and roughy-silky and heated up as you rubbed it in. OMG.
Noice.
31.3.2012 DRAMA
Legit dramas, as my housemate put it.
I was minding my own business, rocking out in the lounge room on a Saturday afternoon when the largish tree out the front of our house fell gently and sedately to the ground.
It was blocking the driveway and seemed much larger than when it was standing up. The poor old thing had rotted out on the inside and the scattered storms and wind over the last few weeks obviously took their toll.
I got to exchange “hey look at that huge tree across your driveway there” nods and conversation with several passing neighbours which was obviously really gratifying and all in all my fairly pedestrian Saturday was greatly improved.
29.3.2012 Porridge (again)
I stayed in bed all day moaning faintly and generally being-a-little-dramatic/sleeping/watching Dr Who. I did not want to fetch myself food.
Then I remembered the existence of porridge and the day was infinitely brighter.
28.3.2012 I am the greatest
The cold I decided to get yesterday really ramped things up a notch today so when I got home from work I lay on my bed like a corpse for a while, feeling generally woeful- but not completely woeful as I also got my TARDIS PHONE COVER IN THE MAIL TODAY.
Call me what you want, I don’t care. My phone is the tardis.
11.2.2012 The beauty of a late night toasty
Cheese and pineapple. Win win winner.
13.1.2012 New Brogues in Mail
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
18.12.2011 An excursion, a lunch, old friends.
If you’re ever in Castlemaine Victoria, visit the Salvos. Sean and Rachel are marvellous and fun and wonderful. And if you ever get the chance to hear my friend Kris sermonise, even if church stuff isn’t yo’ thang, do it, cos he’s also marvellous and fun and wonderful and passionate. And if you can, meet these people, all of them, and know them and be their friend because it PAYS OFF.
16.12.2011 Cat Vest!
Modelled by Doyle.
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Cat Vest!
15.12.2011 A lovely walk and the sun made everything gold
and the shadows of the grass were dancing on the fence and it was magic.
09.12.2011 Metropolis Eating House
My boss insisted that we have our end of the year work lunch here, at this place I’ve never heard of that he described as “sort of odd” or something. As I’m always up for “sort of odd” I was compliant.
We entered into a fairly mundane foyer, but on climbing the inappropriately large and sweeping staircase were suddenly transported to some other place, far from Sydney Road and Brunswick. Somewhere out of our normal sphere where people sat for drinks then moved to their eating tables. Where you use a linen napkin and say things like “yaas the 2008 will have to do”. Somewhere like Toorak.
Surrounded by lush as all get out furnishings and high ceilings with stupidly dripping chandeliers, gorgeous lyre bird wall paper flashing away, we ate this wee little starter of sardines and like, the stuff that cucumbers exhale, or something, and then a leg of duck. I am not used to my food looking better and more organised than my bedroom.
I was naturally giddy with excitement, and to top it off our waiter/the owner was French and so everything he said was the most perfect and true and lovely thing I’ve ever heard, even “yes, my staff, I fired them all”.
Surreal, giggly, drinkie, Frenchie experience.
