Starting tomorrow we are attempting a vice-free month. Chocolate, coffee and wine feature way too much in my everyday life and are all banned during June. Thankfully tea and crack are allowed... just kidding about the crack. Hoping to fell less gluggy, but it will be difficult.
I love old school chairs. This one I picked up randomly wandering home when I was at uni. Back then I started to"collage" on it, and it got stuck in some tacky limbo for years. Finally I have began stripping it back, to be stained and waxed. This is it in a halfway state, it is taking a long time to sand back.
The yellow fellow is furrowed-brow number 2. He will be donated to Softies for Mirabel. He and furrow number 1 have been saying their sad goodbyes to each other.
Perhaps because I was inspired by a photograph in an old National Geographic.
Boys who scrawl scientific equations everywhere are somewhat alluring too.
Did I really just type that tragic post title? Anyhows, this lovely lady tagged me. So here is the Q and A.
About a year and a half ago Eb got me to listen to Kimya Dawson's ' i like giants'. Intrigued to know who inspired such a gorgeous ditty I found my way to the striking yet fanciful artist and musician Genevieve Castree. I just loved her work. Recently the black apple blogged about her, which reminded me to check Genevieve's website for updates. In there I was able to sign up for her bulletin, (above) which arrived today in the letterbox. She believes snail mail is the way to go, and I was taken aback by the beautiful booklet and handwritten note. She is touring Oz in the spring, hope I can go.
Today was eb's grandparents 60th wedding anniversary, and to celebrate, a lunch party in the library of a grand hotel that was opened in 1882. There were some gorgeous furnishings such as the textured blinds, and carpet above. I am not usually one to goo over wedding related things, but N still has her wedding dress and it is exquisite.
Today has been strangely emotional.
I had a job interview this morning that left me feeling somewhat lost. The people were lovely, but it all scares me. It also made me feel guilty for trying to leave my current one…
Today M left to return to Austria. He is a sweetheart and we will miss him. P held a great going away do for him last night. Tears were shed whilst we were washing up together for the last time this morning. Sad to see his room empty now.
Walking home the park, (above), was as sombre as me. I stopped off at the craft guild shop with $3 for therapy. I bought myself some homemade rocky-road.
Thankfully then came the haircut. It is interesting the importance a relationship with your hairdresser has, beyond the superficial. Yes my haircut is hot, (my hairdresser is a genius with the scissors), but I always walk away as I did today feeling lighter. Nice end to the afternoon.
Glad it is the weekend. Hope everyone has a lovely one.
One of the good reasons for being blog-absent was that eb and i had a weeks holiday. Most of it we spent at the special place above. It was overcast and rainy until the day we left, but I can never decide if it is more enticing with sunshine or moody weather?
Someone left one of those awful catalogues through which you mail-order useless tat at our house the other day. Today was the day to leave it out to be collected, and on my way out to work this morning I scrawled a small note to request they respect our 'no junk mail' sign. As you can see, they felt a need to reply. Oh dear! I will refrain from saying anymore.
her advice ; live your life.
m is returning to Austria soon, so the mission began to catch him up on all the goodness he hasn't experienced yet in our town. sandwiches by the lake, top of the mountain, wineries and a cider house. continues tomorrow.
He isn't a knitted balloon, but that gives me an idea...
