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plastic is spastic

along with moronic parents who smoke around their children and ppl who thnk its gr8 to rite n typ n txt lnge, plastic bags rate extremely high on my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">burn in hell list</span>. plastic bags don't just urk me... no, the very sight of them leaves me twitchy and sweaty, hot blood rushes to my ears and i feel strangely violent. <div><br /><div> </div><div>when i was 17 and working at a supermarket, the highlight of my day was refusing bags to suited yuppies buying packets of gum and tic tacs. They'd get all pouty, I'd remind them that hands, oddly enough, are excellent at holding things, and then my greasy-haired supervisor would drag me into the locker rooms for yet another talking to about customer service yap yap yap.  </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>those green Woolies and Coles bags aren't too attractive, I'll give you that, so to entice you (my beautiful, savvy, eco-friendly readers) into staying clear of the evil plastic spawn, I've done a bit of a round-up on my fave alternatives...</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.chipchop.com.au/">Chip Chop</a> </span>is the brainchild of sydney designer Hannah Chipkin, and reflects her colourful, left-of-field perspective on all things big and small. An eco-advocate, Hannah not only designs canvas totes but also cotton tees (organically-farmed), washed denim bags and quirky jewellery. I LOVE the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Origami+Pilates</span> one but alas, it is currently all sold-out... The <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Bag Brown Big</span> comes in at a close second though...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251812039612447906" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA-HTIBmcX9A0gqDXd-c4z5SAfuuxfRsoGzdNQyCATtR-E8kt5renU8AbBjlKnr5454F8WG_UR7j5gFDcoDkFTmHCOKJE4_eh25dt1YDJiPux0lSPitQQPft0PvFsY4uJnzxMWV_cX5jI/s400/bag3.jpg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251812033396162866" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD72mSvRmfQ6iCdaH3nkl8awE7H-YY43rboPe83qFUL3tWohvlFGj_ydUruSa1NsXBf3aQjR0gcuGKrg4oAOGpz1BNe1J6QbHB06hCca2TuFkfjVQ4rYN2nZCArf92m2FABsq_DtIYW5Y/s400/bag2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">When i heard on the grapevine that one of my fave jewellery labels <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.elkaccessories.com.au/">Elk</a></span> was foraying into the world of accessories, my heart skipped a little beat. My excitement was completely justified when i laid eyes on their first attempt at a bag; a gorgeous organic, undyed cotton tote, printed with Elk's eco graphic in non-toxic inks. Perfect package, vous ne pensez pas?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251823848116752066" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgULKue1z33XRSDZI1lGSkS-DDlO9YRc7jVAWtqErkZB5N1fmNJ8QtbrJ3e-rbpSwFlmWXhHbRslWSgDtW3lpMnhOIL8Am-sUW23zSE3O8I84IfDtA2aFzyC0wd7OaZOnmc-IlokPc4XsU/s400/Picture+10.png" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Although not as pretty as Chip Chop or Elk, a lot has to be said for the <a href="http://www.envirosax.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">EnviroSax</span></a> range, founded in Australia in 2004. The original designer reusable bag, these come in packs of 5 in more than a dozen prints, and have an attractive price tag to boot. Perfect for the handbag or the car glovebox; these cuties fold up into the niftiest little squares.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251822158416275746" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMbGvaLsBLPvCF23wHzFwfH2DD9kV-eyWu5MkkNJEtw-4TfYBKqCWpuO6knj1xjuOl1ZNNXS7DjLE1lAXW6MYbQy4Uw43ICuYKPyub7lUtZUbpg_OoCBxzuOxdPI0VNruevDowGBSgRds/s400/bag4.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">You've probably heard of <a href="http://ww.bagladies.com.au/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">The Bag Ladies</span></a> before, they've been on the design radar for a while now and have proven not to be a passing fad; they've been going strong since 2006. They boast a truckload of cute slogans which are screenprinted onto vinyl, canvas, demin and cotton totes. My picks:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251821792963004066" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivd6Zawq-s6LM2R0mZb1vY1TqhQkkr2z6IxxOnFhgMONY8CW-AZt96d0KTbbf0JURPEv5GuLGP6IFv_DT84dhWtaBhpwx3-zKDnpOfKD5XIF1itF_g9fEEwM6UGjkBJm4H0Zg7Xyd_W3c/s400/bag5.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251821792387129522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHW3MyS7uc40CYy6NskgyDPCu7V-EZ7V-vr-tUb-xKG1gr6xHikOvwTMLJb8iINB-2prAerqSh5hdUqDiTxU89vbdNvvhjRF91dLrw_excvZE1FgibnRhn26L8eoX66W-ofcwyGbNydEA/s400/bag6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Eco-conscious US fashion label <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.shopbeausoleil.com/bag.php">Beau Soleil</a></span> (translates as 'beautiful sun'), has produced one of my definite stand-outs this season; the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Reduce, Recycle, Renew</span> bag. I always go a bit weak at the knees when it comes to this ultra-clean classic style; i just have a bit of a thing for canvas and navy blue. I'm sure it's because of all the Esprit my mother dressed me in as a child (albeit very trendy i must add). </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Doesn't the slogan remind you of reciting rhymes in primary school? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">'Between 11 and 3, stay under a tree'</span>... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">'Slip, slop, slap'</span>... But i'm not complaining; anything nostalgic is fine by me! </div><div style="text-align: left;">Cos it's US it's a little harder to get your hands on, but the website link I've given you offers quite a few different online stores (plus, at US$44 how can you go wrong?)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251826458525751746" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1cf29gtyRKWLQryKxnctjdCP8Q6YssqfsCLUASJEI8x1JZrBmV6TBoK48mRl3vQ7_55xBpWiV_z814THsjRgbsrzzKsPaKPNCFS7dSI50zETBAiievvn_6VKcQxUCaPwAUPQwsQQCn3A/s400/bag7.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Alright my greedy hens, you've kept me up waay past my bedtime... can you just give up the plastic already? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">ness x</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;font-size:11px;"> </span></div></div></div></div>

plastic is spastic

along with moronic parents who smoke around their children and ppl who thnk its gr8 to rite n typ n txt lnge, plastic bags rate extremely hi...

6:08 AM

banana-rama

<div><div>tonight I had my friend CM over for an evening of Good Bad TV (you know, those shows/movies that are so horrifically bad that they're actually good), which obviously called for some delicious baked goods. Inspired by a recipe posted recently on one of my fave blogs, <a href="http://blog.piajanebijkerk.com/WordPress/"><span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonecolor:windowtext;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Pia Jane Biljkerk</span></span></a>, I decided to put all my overly ripe bananas to good use and cook up some <a href="http://blog.piajanebijkerk.com/WordPress/2008/02/11/sunday-bake-off/"><span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonecolor:windowtext;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">banana and chocolate slice</span></span></a>. I couldn't find the exact recipe on her blog, so i just took direction from the photograph and made it up. It was delish! recipe below:<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">chocolate and banana slice</span></span><br />1 cup self raising flour <br />pinch of salt<br />1/4 cup of milk <br />1 egg, beaten slightly <br />1/2 teaspoon baking powder <br />3/4 cup castor sugar <br />60 grams butter <br />1/2 cup mashed banana (pref. very ripe)<br />1 ripe banana (for topping), sliced thinly<br />1/2 teaspoon cinnamon<br />1/2 teaspoon of nutmeg<br />1/2 cup coarsely chopped good quality dark chocolate (i used Lindt)<br />1/2 cup finely processed Dutch cocoa<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">1. </span>Sift flour and add salt, sugar, baking powder, chocolate, cocoa and spices and stir gently together. <br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">2.</span> Melt the butter over low heat and mix the egg, milk, butter and banana together, combining well. <br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">3.</span> Make a well in the dry ingredients and slowly combine the dry ingredients. <br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">4.</span> Pour into a greased lamington pan and bake for 25 - 30 minutes in a moderate oven. <br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">5. </span>Reduce the heat, layer thin slices of banana over the top of the slice, and cook for a further 5 minutes until banana is golden. (i also sprinkled some brown sugar on top to create a caramelised effect). </div><div><br /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251680917568478674" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI2mQ8f9XXv3t9srdHzWFAuuQo7Xvuo0h1HB8ssO6T2NioCa9yJzNGLOGCRRSWv1uTegoGmw-3j-0cvVt15cod7Y-CWvPMqW-kXKYmgZPmV3yggDYweW0uZmOJEwaISDdlveskJSnvbN4/s400/choc-banana.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><br /></div><div>Did anyone catch Nigella Lawson on Enough Rope last night? I was so pleasantly surprised by the interview and more than a little embarrassed i have to admit. I have always pinned her as quite aloof, and a bit of an airhead. I was proven wrong though - she is one classy, super-intelligent, hypervigilant woman. She gave incredibly insightful opinions on the state of food across the world, on the obesity epidemic and discussed the seemingly worldwide view that her cooking shows are merely food porn. If you missed out, you can catch some of the highlights <a href="http://www.abc.net.au/tv/enoughrope/"><span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonecolor:windowtext;">here</span></a>.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>love this:</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">andrew:</span> you call yourself greedy, you use that word a lot about yourself. True story that you once accepted the challenge to eat 20 pickled eggs in ten minutes?</div><div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">nigella:</span> I’m not sure how many. It may even have been 30. But that I’m afraid was not so much about greed or not so much greed for food but financial greed because there was a thousand pounds riding on it.</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">andrew:</span> what was it like to eat, did you win the bet?</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">nigella:</span> i did it and I felt slightly contemptuous that anyone thought they could beat me in the eating stakes.<br /><br />classic!</div></div></div>

banana-rama

tonight I had my friend CM over for an evening of Good Bad TV (you know, those shows/movies that are so horrifically bad that they're ac...

8:04 PM

chaos theory

My apartment building is in the most densely populated suburb in Australia, or so they say. Summer comes, the windows go up and it's amazing what you overhear. We are all sandwiched together in our squat art deco buildings, separated only by alleyways where homeless men come to rest their heads. Tiny dogs yap from crowded balcony courtyards, the British backpackers across the way celebrate a perpetual party and the smell of pizza wafts from the nearby takeaway joints.<div><br /></div><div>Neighbours yell and smash wine glasses, walk around in their underwear, have noisy rave parties till 5am, pedal squeakily on their exercise bikes, pour dirty water out their windows, renovate their marble-lined bathrooms with rusty drills, practice the tuba at lazy staccato intervals, snore and laugh and fart and fight and have quiet, murmuring sex. </div><div><br /></div><div>It reminds me of all the sharehouses I've lived in; hearing other people's business and making the decision not to listen (or care). At first the intimacy and noise worried me; now i chime in as loudly as i want. I vacuum at midnight, wash laundry in my machine that thumps and jumps all over the floor, cook curry with the windows pushed open and the radio blaring and dance crazily in my underwear to old, scratched records. </div><div><br /></div><div>This morning, the sun is high and burning hot circles in the sky. The wind pushes my shutters slowly back and forward (slightly creaky) and the pigeons squark with excitement, their dirty beaks pecking at food scraps on the ground. Planes soar overhead and the washing from the backpackers hostel next door keeps gently wafting off the rooftop clothes line and into the crooked tree branches. Their yelps of surprise always make me smile. 'Blimey!' they cry, yellow squares of toast+vegemite hanging from their fingertips. 'My singlets gone and disappeared again,' they remark in bewilderment, standing on the rooftop in their fluro boxers, staring out at the laundry-lined trees. </div><div><br /></div><div>Homeless men and women loiter outside the Wayside Chapel, blinking sleepily as they shake off the remains of last night's interrupted sleep. Junkies take their morning hit; and the smell of booze from the last of the Kings Cross dipsomaniacs carries rank in the tepid air. Greasy burger wrappers rise and flutter, sailors from the nearby naval base saunter by, dipping their hats at girls in floral dresses, and the glint of the nearby Harbour Bridges winks at you from the distance. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yachts bob and up down in the marina at Rushcutters Bay; in Kings Cross fierce strip-club bouncers chat merrily with girls in lingerie under flashing fluorescent lights. Manicured poodles and their buff owners trot up and down the oak-lined avenues of Elizabeth Bay and in Potts Point, Chanel-clad women and punks with purple hair sit happily side-by-side, idly people-watching and sipping espressos.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is precinct full of contradictions, of oxymorons and stereotypes. Of wealthy widows and heroin addicts, of fairy lights and prostitutes. It gives me hope that blindingly different people can co-exist (relatively) peacefully together, that it might well be as easy as recognising the difference between tolerance and understanding. </div><div><br /></div><div>I love the noise and the smells and the screaming and the hustle and bustle of it all; it seems to placate me. It feels comforting, like hearing your father snore in the next room when you were little. It keeps me grounded, reminds me that unusual is always normal and that things are not always as they appear to be. </div><div><br /></div><div>happy friday :)</div><div>ness x</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>

chaos theory

My apartment building is in the most densely populated suburb in Australia, or so they say. Summer comes, the windows go up and it's ama...

2:05 PM

a pome

today a friend asked me where the little quote up there below my blog name came from. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">when the world is puddle-wonderful </span>just so happens to be one of my favourite lines from a poem written by the great ee cummings:<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Just Spring</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">in Just-</span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">spring       when the world is mud-</span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">luscious the little</span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">lame balloonman</span><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "></p></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">whistles       far       and wee</span><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "></p></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">and eddieandbill come</span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">running from marbles and</span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">piracies and it's</span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">spring</span><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "></p></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">when the world is puddle-wonderful</span><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "></p></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">the queer</span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">old balloonman whistles</span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">far       and       wee</span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">and bettyandisbel come dancing</span><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "></p></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"> from hop-scotch and jump-rope and</span><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "></p></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">it's</span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">spring</span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">and</span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">     the</span><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "></p></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">             goat-footed</span><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "></p></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">balloonMan       whistles</span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">far</span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">and</span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">wee</span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">I love ee cummings for a thousand reasons (he, too - dislikes capital letters. i have been doing my best lucy dear but i just don't like those damn tall letters messing up my pretty prose), but mainly because of his incredibly unique prose style. notice the spaces, and the way the poem has been laid out? it is all very deliberate; when you read the poem to yourself or out loud, you'll find yourself naturally reading to his rhythm. </span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">he also makes up the most decadent words - don't you just adore saying <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">mud-luscious? </span>lastly, i love the way his poetry feels in your mouth, all round and tasty, like a giant juicy peach. the way the syllables overlap with each other; it's a very mother-goose-rhyme way of speaking. it reminds me of playing jump-rope for some reason (maybe because of the childhood songs?)</span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">anyway my sweets, i am off to bed; `tis just past midnight now and i have some tired footsies from my gym class tonight that are demanding a bit of shut-eye. i shall leave you with some more of mr ee cummings, just as long as you don't fall in love too fast. he's a bit of a cad, you see...</span></dt><dt><br /></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">i carry your heart with m</span>e                                      <br /><br />i carry your heart with me (i carry it in<br />my heart) i am never without it (anywhere<br />i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done<br />by only me is your doing, my darling)</span></span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 3px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 3px; "><br />                                    i fear<br />no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want<br />no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)<br />and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant<br />and whatever a sun will always sing is you<br /><br />here is the deepest secret nobody knows<br />(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud<br />and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows<br />higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)<br />and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart<br /><br />i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)</span><br /></span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></dt><dt><br /></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;">ness x</span></dt></span></div></div>

a pome

today a friend asked me where the little quote up there below my blog name came from. when the world is puddle-wonderful just so happens to ...

6:54 AM

the fug class

the fug class

bah! so i'm innocently sitting at my desk, reading my emails, perusing the online news and all my daily website hits and suddenly, wham ...

5:10 PM

the beauty of creation

<div style="text-align: left;">While i'm sitting here watching the emmys (award ceremonies are my guilty pleasure) i thought i'd share with you two of my latest discoveries to start the week off.<br /></div><div><div><div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>First, i have a major girl crush on UK designer <a href="http://lucyjanebatchelor.co.uk/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Lucy Jane Batchelor</span></a>. I've never met her, but i have fallen head over heels for her delightfully whimsical cards, stationary and textiles. Have you ever seen anything as gorgeous as her "For You" tokens?</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248822339494768466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWgkpZjVKTKYiqqWSEtjHKyGqca-yTdmyCmQ-7cyX1zwxOqXCvbN0TFBU5I-SvtoIU7RuVXLxBgxVXLHqWVbOF-m9emdaWZ4VyYpOhbXKdgGXG0PnthKg2OVqrX40ijnLyOjRSQa_0W6M/s400/token.png" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248822341565892978" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYCTkDaJor8RNCvUiwbERBdsy-ByK2FI7K1mJRvhWoYfwOs6kGs0825xt7yQQH4IoW_LaegirAWLgL9Q0x0N_cB2SCC7Q_Ql6v3eyKa1yoQIMlAiXyW912uEWPcY4-gAnjwbpfWVt-ubM/s400/token2.png" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">She does so many cute cards too, but this one is definitely my fave:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248825403777440114" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDd82g9V2YwFTeeFMweUtqZ4Zsy0idEA2RlmnlnRGirMYqJm3oCCdUnhmKhsW7XS6vPpIPI8NcJh1rwCO1-6M4z2_vRk4X2rwvtng2XEbbJMN5PkGJt5YAe77uQFI-j_RdGTyoNURuLss/s400/token3.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Lucy also has a blog, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.hellomylittlefriend.blogspot.com/">hello my little friend, </a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">which i urge you to read. Her handcrafted little toys are absolutely to die for. I desperately want to order one for my cousin's little girl.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">I know that i've waxed lyrical about my undying love for books many a time before, but there's just so many novel (ha!) ideas out there. Like the hauntingly talented <a href="http://www.jenkhoshbin.com/home">Jennifer Khoshbin</a>. Jen, who hails from Texas in the U.S, carves the most beautiful scenarios and characters into the pages of unused books. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248832472545836754" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiHQt_-V77NUcpyuNbhLqr_rJ60TR8Me0Ftq1q-1H6FXFmOKsFbT0Vq2Yr1Q-S3Sz9-6okNhSjkxRIYErlL_ofPhLTdOGgg7BtVj2nYyFEy2cxD7oFRu7Lo6qXsT4Ye24zRyTbmnS_UTw/s400/jen.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><br /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248832474412846770" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Rm1v8oAABgeWt5M-FsETD8FIH-mV2_d3kHoFlizApmk_FzOj2IyoHADwkaFAUewgx31ALOYN2ORrqLVykV74PLy8SFH9xQ2VssXe4swlL-rML5uuEOnzbJ4920ugWaFIHqzAEHquvRE/s400/jen1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248832480842069922" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9IimTG5Ft7rIepIA1rvNcezzSYJfbxL52ErXtsA-QS4yI1qoWlIJkHMuQ84h1VARx4QW3nZ_tiIZhSTlILCzoLwVJOBA6xRtWLu-x7qErvQIvAgdqxxHATB_iRhanloe5Scy7RIhRh5A/s400/jen2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; ">got goosebumps!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;">Okay, that's it for tonight my lovelies. i am all blinky-eyed and watching the fools bumbling around at the emmys is making me kinda seasick. (except for you, Tina Fey. god bless your little heart, words cannot express how much i adore your S</span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FdDqSvJ6aHc"><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;">arah Palin impersonations</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;">, not to mention 30 Rock... best. show. ever).</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;">ness x</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div></div>

the beauty of creation

While i'm sitting here watching the emmys (award ceremonies are my guilty pleasure) i thought i'd share with you two of my latest di...

4:41 AM

"i don't think we're in kansas anymore, toto"

<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">confession #5</span> so, it's 9am on a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">saturday </span>morning and i'm - shock horror! - awake. not only that, but i'm also showered and dressed and hair-straightened, have defrosted and cleaned my fridge, done one load of laundry with one more in the machine and read <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Australian </span>front to back. i have to admit i'm a little worried here...<div><br /><div>see, i view saturday mornings as a time to sleep. that's it, nothing else. nada. zero. zilch. not for reading or eating or running -- no, my friends... that all comes after the clock has hit 12.01pm. don't get me wrong, i love all those things, but on saturday mornings, there is a time and a place for everything. </div><div><br /></div><div>so, with my newfound early-bird in check, i plan to have A Very Productive Day. i'm going to Paddy's market in Chinatown to peruse all the beautiful spring produce (asparagus and artichokes and nectarines oh my!), then off to the fish markets to pick up some salmon and maybe some prawns, to Lincraft in the city to buy some zippers for the cushions i'm sewing, then i plan to slump gloriously in the sun at Rushcutter's Bay park, with the rest of the weekend papers and some macadamia nuts. i think a drink or two at the Opera Bar with my lovely friend cam might have to be on the cards too. </div><div><br /></div><div>outside, the sun is already searing the placement, the wind is churning and i've dragged out the summer clothes. hopefully, wherever you are in the world, the sun is shining and you're starting your saturday morning with a fresh view on things too.</div><div><br /></div><div>love you all</div><div>ness x </div></div>

"i don't think we're in kansas anymore, toto"

confession #5 so, it's 9am on a saturday morning and i'm - shock horror! - awake. not only that, but i'm also showered and dres...

4:03 PM

life is a stage

<div>last night i went to the Wharf to attend the opening night of Border Project's <a href="http://www.sydneytheatre.com.au/wharf2loud/highwayrocknroll"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Highway Rock 'n' Roll Disaster</span></a>, presented as a side project by the Sydney Theatre Company. my extremely talented friend dave is in it, and his band, Lions at Your Door, played afterwards. the play only runs for 10 days, but if you're in sydney, i really do recommend you try and see it. (plus, if you're under 30, you get discounted tix). fueled by copious amounts of white vino, my friend cam and i cheered along at the play, then did a little grove upstairs at the mezzanine where the band played. no cate or andrew sightings i'm sorry to report (but probably a good thing as i'm betting i'd go all gushy in front of ms blanchett) but all in all, a really fun night. so nice to be able to sit and drink outside now too, without getting your tootsies frozen off. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div>oh and do yourself a favour and check out Lions At Your Door. if you haven't heard of them yet you will be soon. they have been working their little butts off lately, playing all around australia + japan, at Nylon parties and are just about to release their first EP. this is their <a href="http://www.myspace.com/lionsatyourdoor">myspace page </a>(my fave is 'Crossfire' -- the violin gives it such an eclectic feel).</div><div><br /></div><div>ness x<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>

life is a stage

last night i went to the Wharf to attend the opening night of Border Project's Highway Rock 'n' Roll Disaster , presented as a s...

4:21 PM

storm in a teacup

<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">confession #4</span> i had a bit of a freakout tonight. i have the loveliest pair of diamond earrings my mum gave me for my 21st birthday. they are sparkly and beautiful and i am so paranoid of losing them that i find myself constantly patting my earlobes at totally inappropriate moments. so tonight i was standing at the entrance to my pilates class, pulled out my earphones and -- fuck, no left earring... so, dear readers, you may now picture me crawling along the main street of kings cross, in front of all the strip joints and mcdonald's diners and bouncers, my eyes glued to the pavement in hope of seeing something - anything! - sparkling. a sweet homeless man also helped me look and asked me where he should send it if he found it. <div><br /><div> </div><div>standing in my apartment an hour later, completely resounded to the fact that it would be soon trodden on by someone in really ugly stilettos, i took off my gym clothes and there it was, innocently falling out onto my hardwood floors. bloody thing. i felt a bit stupid really...</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>okay, freakout over, no more boring earring stories -- i promise. <span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;">onto the pretty things!</span></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>in my travels today, i came across a Korean designer by the name of <a href="http://mynameisluna.com/">Luna Seo</a> who recently exhibited at the Sydney DesignBoom market. she has a very unique signature style for such a young designer (she's in her early 20's, i'm pretty sure) - very clean strong lines, environmentally-sound and always with a surprising twist. </div><div>like this tea-mug:</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246948138288054802" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ014me35JOOQxZ12tIUttMBJCc86VX05_IhzAf_joRa3OxqXlrORcycwSdoeYaZ7rIRN9qenEylxb6_soXtFB_fxo1r8EqB39iCYnAyRUdU1ongaAmDRdPD2N2HEHes466EOpc8p0Z3o/s400/teacup1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246948146847431714" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6W7kahqYJuY8cGRdGv9IhgeEYrXUqLlGx0M8hyphenhyphenOxSn9M9tkB2IohIIWZKkdQWV9uloZ4KyA79TS6DA8Mcw0qa4olF9SQHI49NFLFVAzso054qA-U1s1hEXrL0TpXzMIokIeZA3g_cwOc/s400/teacup2.jpg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246948145945379714" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG0Xq563jZLwhQFbYEFbJg6MF4z83wWmJvldLJr-vIEwheMh9JGAEI6ysu1a_8-jVur_h-9UMxyLZxjj2Kl81ajwr7bGif7OTxj5Uve_M4x-45wAJ4nLdSqFpiShEs7JuFIaplZfd2FHY/s400/teacup3.jpg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">ingenious huh? can't you just see an aromatic brew of earl grey steaming hot, warm hands around white porcelain and sugar biscuits dunked in...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">at the other spectrum, i love Adam Frank's work. a renowned US designer, his stuff has been floating around for awhile now, but has only recently gained popularity over here. his passion is light and how it interacts in unusual ways. i fell head over heels for his 'lumen' oil lamps when i discovered them late last year and they have been on my wishlist ever since...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246956007590307762" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieW89dFSFXAgkmsKgGO2ccrKyQefCEf6m74qXSNWdMbM5kdAgFcVV3hEXPsTOSIYP8KQJkBrmEXewOqEM51f-UlRasov8v_DOdIzs9saQc2eabAxmSn1oVOUDk06KeOkyYBnffS7BytEc/s400/lamp3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246955579641369586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhz8LXbB4msuwyhG3yuKk5z2ofT9vbyoN1Nmij_MRqzwgd-Kdqf-sgQerVI32gQDi7-b2tAHRYA-QW0o5qnpSoBR1yyi5ObuMcF6-4-KXAEsDCxzQjR-xiVNYzH3VVPrc-PXlsW03KUKE/s400/lamp2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246955573344706834" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhipp-W2Q4WGwtiGlA7Nvp7uOyuY36SeKH-jpPmUEolQLotDBuqebrUoezr8s1hNhgcGMydBOoNs-HY9q2QLoBJ0xqCySSMiFOnPclThXRYaaxgAFyTDn4-yTn1CO9cBAilmiplxgooTlk/s400/lamp1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">i had such a productive day at work today that i am going to reward myself with a night in, a bit of spicks+specks, a square or two of lindt pear+almond choc and a nice little blog browse. all with two (yes, two) diamonds safely pinned on my ears. hurrah!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">ness x</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div></div>

storm in a teacup

confession #4 i had a bit of a freakout tonight. i have the loveliest pair of diamond earrings my mum gave me for my 21st birthday. they ar...

3:15 AM

something wicked this way comes

something wicked this way comes

outside, the air is steamy and the wind pulsates wildly through tree branches. leaves linger on the footpath, dogs yap from inner-city court...

2:57 AM

a tale of one city

<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">all the rad things i did in adelaide...</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">1. </span>breakfasting with my papa on hutt street. over baked eggs in the glint of the morning sun we talked politics and work ethic, then wandered the aisles of hardware shops.</div><div>2. catching up with my precious coc girls over copious amounts of wine. if i collapse of alcohol poisoning at work tomorrow, it's all nik's fault. mole...</div><div>3. driving through the windy roads of the adelaide hills to an unknown destination. i love how towering gum trees still make an impression on me.</div><div>4. drinking wine and gorging on homemade pate` in the Barossa Valley.</div><div>5. chomping my way through meatballs at Amalfi, an organic chicken+roast potato pizza at GoodLife Pizzeria, creamy laksa at Cafe Michael 2, hot chips at Zuma's and still having room for milky tea and tirimisu at Cibo. (i'm quite sure i'm going to wake up tomorrow and be at least twice my size).</div><div>6. drinking fiery cocktails (literally. there were flames) with my sister at Distill on Rundle Street. hot bartenders and even hotter (ha!) drinks.</div><div>7. central markets. flowers, fruit and cheese sticks. how i miss my adelaide saturday mornings...</div><div>8. old Rundle Street rituals with my mum. indie flick at the Palace cinema followed by tea+treats at Cibo. there's simply nothing else i'd rather be doing.</div><div>9. drinking mango liqueurs and dancing like a loony with all the girls at Supermild on Hindley Street. gotta love a basement groove.</div><div>10. seeing familiar faces on every corner. friends old and new; `twas so fabulously lovely to see everyone and hear about the adventures. love you all...</div><div><br /></div><div>au revoir,</div><div>ness x</div><div> </div>

a tale of one city

all the rad things i did in adelaide... 1. breakfasting with my papa on hutt street. over baked eggs in the glint of the morning sun we talk...

6:29 AM

a sweet sort of clanging

when i left adelaide a year ago to start a new life in sydney-town, there wasn't much I thought I'd miss apart from my family and friends. after 21 years of living in one city, it felt like i had eaten at every decent restaurant, explored nearly every alleyway and discovered all the best boutiques. not to say that i don't love the city in which i grew up -- here, in the city of big-shots, i find myself quite frequently defending my beloved city of churches and murderers. <div><br /></div><div>tomorrow i'm hopping on a jet plane that will take me home for the first time in 9 months. </div><div><br /></div><div>i really really must start packing but for now I'll leave you with my current music obsession, the freakishly-talented Megan Washington. a frequently played artist on triple j, miss megan not only has a voice like liquid gold, but writes hauntingly perfect lyrics in a similar fashion to regina spektor. i've posted her singing <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">ishmael </span>live below. it does start off slow but please keep listening, it's so worth it...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vxz-nQV-wxc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vxz-nQV-wxc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />and this is sweet-megan-turned-rock chick, doing a cover of The Kings of Leon hit k<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">ing of the rodeo </span>with UK band The Bamboos</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vMYQNIwH8Es&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vMYQNIwH8Es&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /></div><div>ness x<br /></div><div><br /></div>

a sweet sort of clanging

when i left adelaide a year ago to start a new life in sydney-town, there wasn't much I thought I'd miss apart from my family and fr...

2:27 AM

the secret life of ness

<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">a lovely friend of mine tagged me to do the following meme. tis my first venture into the meme world, so please feel free to skip today's post if it's feeling a tad self-indulgent...</span></div><br /> four jobs i have had in my life<br /></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;">1. c<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">hildren's birthday party entertainer</span>. i worked for a chain-smoking woman called Pauline who ran the Fairy's Wishing Wand in Adelaide. i dressed up as a fairy and drove out to Burnside mansions in my tiny secondhand car, where i sang songs, served pink lemonade and hunted for frogs under rocks. my car broke down one afternoon while driving out to Gawler (aka The Sticks), and i had to stand on the side of the road in the hot sun, wearing nothing but a leotard, a tuile skirt and glittery cheeks. thank god my wings were tucked safely in the car.</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;">2. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">nanny</span>. i looked after two little boys every afternoon for two years. not only did i feed them, bathe them, cook and clean and role-play spiderman and mary-jane, but i also took them to get suit fittings, to dentist and doctors appointments and to their first days of school and playgroup.<br />3. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">waitress </span>at a dessert cafe/cake shop/general chocoholics paradise on Rundle Street, Adelaide. apart from the dark apricot truffles (maddy-lion, you know what i'm talking about), the best thing about this job were the friends i made, most of whom i'm still v.close with two year later, even after not living in the same state. <br />4. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">media assistant </span>at the 07 Adelaide Fringe Festival - six incredibly intense, fantastic and life-altering months. i made a new pal (who is now one of my closest friends), learned the lyrics to<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Build Me Up Buttercup </span>and drank so much champagne at the gala opening of the Adelaide Film Festival that my aforementioned friend and i nicknamed the fancy appetizers 'nobbles, and proceeded to stalk the cute waiters all night. we also got in a car with two very strange very drunk boys, but that's a whole other story...<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;">four films i can watch over and over and over and over</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"><br />1. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Breakfast at Tiffany's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"> - "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;">You mustn't give your heart to a wild thing. The more you do, the stronger they get, until they're strong enough to run into the woods or fly into a tree. And then to a higher tree and then to the sky."</span></span><br />2. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">BBC Pride and Prejudice.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">Colin Firth shirtless? nuff said</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"><br />3. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Little Women (1996 version). </span>its stupid but i still cry every time beth dies, even though i've seen this film at least 20 times</span><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"><br />4. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Hunting and Gathering</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"> - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">a little french film that was only released last year. i don't know whether it's Audrey Tatou's divine face or the hauntingly sad score, but this movie just makes me feel so... at one with the world. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><br /></span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;">four places I have been on holiday</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"><br />1. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Perth</span> - my mum was by herself with a one-year-old and a four-year-old and i, the devil child, proceeded to get pneumonia the minute the plane landed. fun times</span><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"><br />2. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Canada & the US</span> - i was 9, and my sister was 7. my strongest memory during the 2 week trip was getting to choose any toy i wanted at FAO Swartz in San Francisco. my parents' strongest memory was probably listening to my sister and i bicker and cry in the parking lot at disneyland.<br />3. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Hobart</span> - my family and i have been heading down to tassie each december for the last couple of years. my cousin owns the best Indian restaurant in the world, and force-feeds us naan until we're rolling with big bellies down salamanca place. <br />4. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">Melbourne</span> - cheesecake at St Kilda and the home of the Australian Ballet. again, nuff said.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;">four of my favourite foods</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"><br />1. cheese, tomato and spinach toasties, preferably on deliciously chewy rye bread. <br />2. atlantic salmon. with plenty of cracked black pepper, served with mashed potatoes and crisp green beans. god, i want this to be my last meal on earth, okay?<br />3. lindt 70% dark chocolate. tasty tiny squares of chocolately goodness. plus, just one piece curbs my sweet tooth, whereas i normally need to eat at least half a block of cadbury's fruit and nut<br />4. scones with jam and cream (and jam! jam and cream!). add a cuppa of english breakfast tea and you've pretty much got THE perfect moment. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">four careers i would love to have</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">1. magazine editor. hopefully where i'm a-headin</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">2. director of children's books at Random House, New York</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">3. film publicist</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">4. foreign corespondent for the ABC. ideally for the next US presidential race in which hillary clinton will be a contender (or i will eat my hat)<br /></span></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;">four things i hope to accomplish in my life<br /></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;">1. write a novel<br />2. have a daughter<br />3. live in upstate new york in a house with a wrap-around verandah<br />4. keep making mistakes</span></span></span></div>

the secret life of ness

a lovely friend of mine tagged me to do the following meme. tis my first venture into the meme world, so please feel free to skip today'...

3:29 AM

the great wall

Even though renting means you can't drill holes to mount frames, or paint or knock down walls, there's just so much you can do to create a stylish space without making any drastic changes. <div><br /></div><div>A wall decal is my favourite way to dress up a room. Versatile and inexpensive, a decal can be removed and swapped for a brand new one when you get sick of staring at the same thing. From tress branches to birds, telephone poles to gorgeous prints, the design you set your heart on can be applied to mirrors, walls, tiles, fridges - you name it, it'll stick. So many young designers are catching on this trend, just hop on <a href="http://etsy.com/">etsy</a> and you'll fall in love, i promise! </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I love <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5226382">elly nelly's</a></span> classic style, especially the faux tiles. Who woulda thunk you could have beautiful tiles gracing your wall without lifting a hammer?</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242151468654375442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjesllhnxwS4hC3qY7SuPbW9WGLn3F0-05HA_ZqY-sqmV5EbY8dw4JmIpw2OVoR2klNmy9RDELiQBRJKtgOOizdsRKEfxpgsfCx3y2N5SyL3hT0Lk6CHog9DkjSdtOqYDtvHuwbms6yamY/s320/decal.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242151933808214834" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmZXKZImxEgIygCDytGtsypBLGlGSAzWzYQv5LUs5rQ4wUfmwZdqT03LOE4MDOU_Q8iu_hON5KDpDz6NQAqrcYPp7YqA3uhwdBtc9xU4gGMkBaFV3_Asgf8eN0UkIP_89FjCRhzqfYcx4/s320/decal3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5958100"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">DaliDecals</span></a> also do fab designs. birds seem to be everywhere at the moment, i know, but i just can't resist our little feathered friends perched on a powerline. can't you just see this one in a library, above a buttery leather chair, with books piled right and center?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242154427624261154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMF1Wyv5W8KrzOg7sW3tazfQ3YZeF5XZ8QGKoSE8LguCCbgWNrO4FYDxGo8ftHd4Bh3bOeBT_0j52ocENjl-_7LK1wGpBawWPaup3WSCUzgoTGJFZYltP8M6x9yDQ0jZYPiD0d4Q5om4I/s320/decal4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5988949"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">single stone studios</span></a> are a must for the littlies (or the young at heart!) imagine the chubby little bird above a cot - i love anything baby-related so it's easy to convince me. and the giraffe? how cu-yte would this be in a tiny man's room, measuring his towering height?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242157358802129746" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_A3q_VHZ31pkahPKPvUYTbWr27SAAytwryhmzOU3BXPU3oANxUe8Ao4lNGq7RbYpMnZApNYtM8DAKc7ZbEILbIp_ZZRqQxvV4mNjAzkDInaRJSCd9aSjmv1ulsddd-LYyjLWXLWoZ_s/s320/decal5.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242157793799791682" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv6CiBQDfIbrAuBAL6W8K5bePhdxDpDQMBOBbAEsAyaOhd799cHndkK92sxsRdPdGpMmURXOnSngu74WapGPjZAOgjbBMWYsOFkJFQj-6ZJOWWbyC2RgfvMbLg_orF9eRyOExu5LPPYwo/s320/decal6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">apologies for the short post tonight, i'm suffering from a bit of writers block. I'm heading out after work tomorrow night but there will be more posting come the weekend, i promise. oh so looking forward to a sleep in! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">happy decal-ing! ness x </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>

the great wall

Even though renting means you can't drill holes to mount frames, or paint or knock down walls, there's just so much you can do to cr...

3:24 AM

pears and honey

hello lovelies. just a short post tonight I'm afraid. didn't leave work till 7, had to rush like a crazy loony to yoga, and just spent the last hour chatting to one of my best friends who is currently stuck in canberra working for a crazy children's theatre show. fun times...<div><br /><div> </div><div>it's too late for a proper meal so i've been nibbling on a crisp green pear and honey on rye bread. delish! sometimes it's the simplest foods that are the most satisfying. i work longish hours so don't really get the chance to cook on weeknights, especially in winter. most often i end up with a tuna and spinach salad or winter soup or (my fave) a cheese and tomato toastie. </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>on weekends i love to get a bit more creative, cook up a gourmet breaky or slow cook some atlantic salmon and vine-ripened tomatoes. when i get stuck for inspiration and my recipe books just aren't helping, i love perusing food blogs. there are very few writers who can describe food in a beautiful and descriptive way, without using the same adjectives over and over again. when reading food writing you should be able to taste each individual flavour on the tip of your tongue, smell the richness of the food waft under your nose and understand the different textures and layers.</div><div><br /></div><div>so if you've got a fridge full of fresh produce this weekend but need a little boost of inspiration or just want to try something a little bit different, give these blogs a try...</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241407966525211090" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4h9hzKcsw1cqjAkwvVT2Y26w1VoV8G1LWTkHya3VGBmVVHxVz8V9ux4f-0lzk7Q1FkClIj-j2DVYfJSR9VD3xZue8PUb8fBA0m3vWILMArnj394e9mPGw3RnKpu_w0OeskQAuLQlWi3E/s320/food1.png" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://ilovemilkandcookies.blogspot.com/">milk and cookies</a> </span></div><div>jenjen is a sydney gal who loves snapping up a tasty bargain at the produce markets on the weekend. brilliant photographer - if nothing else check this out for the photos. she's currently living it up in london-town and keeping very detailed notes of all she eats. tres` jealous...</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241413105335424194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH5JR1eJBGenSx7Kg68NCDtRP5-Ndzhbu1h1ybpeZDfFfaoMNOr7uMriadLdvU7cYENeVwsNuOJyyBaKWovPjuaXDJv1PFh2rMYvJWVLPwTzYQWtDFaba-OsiBpqXYJFyrKQu3NgRpblQ/s320/Picture+3.png" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://thestonesoup.com/">stone soup</a></span></div><div>i love LOVE this girl. she writes so naturally, whether its about beetroot curry or vegemite on turkish toast. her cooking adventures with her housemates are hilarious to read too. if you're curious about how the name stone soup came about -- it's actually from one of my favourite fables, which you can read <a href="http://www.kousi.gr.jp/kousi/syoukai/hp-siryou/stone-soup.html">here</a></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241419196529559554" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2rjoYCuI5XQnLsNAu0u2oANQa8Xob8fMmMTksgssjXkqTZV6gcCazswzm-eR_yFkgZOwU-Ldte4L_hIh2CHskcFyPJzFHDRrmwniEPm9aga06Nmq805TwREyYOETpxtYurahyBEy_qnU/s320/Picture+4.png" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><a href="http://roboppy.net/food/">the girl who ate everything</a></span><br /></div><div>believe me, she has! this global foodie has a goal to go everywhere and sample every kind of cuisine. from southern US-style fried chicken to tom yum soup in korea to handmade gelato in nepal, prepare to get veeery envious... and hungry!</div><div><br /></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241419198281868482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgERbZM9NzDtOAjndvnY7IBcH1lV7EhLi9TkEV5A0F3xA9CjGlkKkntcdqw8QFGGVBhzlDkLA_NpXxB3hyphenhyphen-FdaNexE6hiPMWPt3ydQ6ZhMfd8CI1z_i5RDU1CL_f0upn8JEyqZ140tnXfQ/s320/Picture+6.png" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><a href="http://grabyourfork.blogspot.com/">grab your fork</a></span><br /></div><div>and your spoon, rolling pin and an apron. this blogger is a true blue aussie foodie. she shops with the best of them at the pyrmont fresh growers market, finds herself at an all-you-can-eat Brazilian Churrasco Banquet and gives honest and sharp reviews of local eateries. the photos are fab too.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">happy eating! ness x</span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div>

pears and honey

hello lovelies. just a short post tonight I'm afraid. didn't leave work till 7, had to rush like a crazy loony to yoga, and just spe...

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moody hues

even when i was a wee ness i had a mood board. 'cept back then i called it a pin-up board, and it had more cutouts of obscure ballerinas than anything else. i love to have a beautiful, ever-changing mood board to look at wherever it is that I'm working; not only does it inspire me but every photo, clipping, card and ticket stub has it's own unique story to tell.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFXidaaRHMfdMYsMz6l51Bl_k9RGAocaj7TTWRwpjJY8qH_evqW4SCOeTD_PXvy1V6EQxECi3KfxjVL3fITs7Z8FHkjBJ0x4pzUCSINEgDz0FxZzGLm7twuttkAlS7dAzV_Z8Al-Qo6RQ/s1600-h/DSCF0738.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241029663286096258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFXidaaRHMfdMYsMz6l51Bl_k9RGAocaj7TTWRwpjJY8qH_evqW4SCOeTD_PXvy1V6EQxECi3KfxjVL3fITs7Z8FHkjBJ0x4pzUCSINEgDz0FxZzGLm7twuttkAlS7dAzV_Z8Al-Qo6RQ/s320/DSCF0738.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" />     </a><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241029664625383266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQdKDgGMO_zC4V7j8yXiUOG2kYeplbEpQpvdq6HCqTBPH19XZw3uqVwBUu22fAbRnQQvf8AU9nL37ZEhJ2EWOehrQjARtipqQbzImUW7PjEBjKixwkEZsRhrtlzM-0tKf9bYXCKQZVwg4/s320/DSCF0742.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ9VZ0lmL6Oh7ADj342zSCRiNII8GBpbxXJrgXsE1vc_QeqMNSFW187j76on6xHj-Zi99XEWXUXLZ_Ep4GZx7EOtZIXmtlO8XF2g3qR12kUXvvZ8IByfxLSjUDgxKJGrtv31DKQHQvG5M/s1600-h/DSCF0747.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241028515900565650" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ9VZ0lmL6Oh7ADj342zSCRiNII8GBpbxXJrgXsE1vc_QeqMNSFW187j76on6xHj-Zi99XEWXUXLZ_Ep4GZx7EOtZIXmtlO8XF2g3qR12kUXvvZ8IByfxLSjUDgxKJGrtv31DKQHQvG5M/s320/DSCF0747.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" />     </a><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241028519559385330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYpzzBaEGJENAS4el1YHhusABgxkMKxQxZyhcm9nXG_qdSAXhaXjq47m3k8BvIGQoqoHI8Yb83dI-0GHiBN2lJmGjwPU2asCbu78XlYYrhrHTiFsIIDfO2PS9Wu-81jMvKRS8p3Ot7NE/s320/DSCF0754.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /><div><br /><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGq4iAJpHCp08V4p7pIZzAQ0sdsYqH2r7mmwiLp9hWZeVGyBg0YTcyL-a5mYhpagp0SDPPhLSC7tLphdFm1YPUeEjB1EAP13POf1ZxkMU7g7wSg6134T9Xpj8DObdZBiHruoKOEvWiRAQ/s1600-h/mood1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241020728162901314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGq4iAJpHCp08V4p7pIZzAQ0sdsYqH2r7mmwiLp9hWZeVGyBg0YTcyL-a5mYhpagp0SDPPhLSC7tLphdFm1YPUeEjB1EAP13POf1ZxkMU7g7wSg6134T9Xpj8DObdZBiHruoKOEvWiRAQ/s400/mood1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><div>i'm currently sitting in my apartment, nibbling on my favourite lindt 70% dark chocolate and watching the most delightful Bill Bailey on <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">enough rope. </span>such is my love of bill that an old housemate of mine once gave me a tiny handmade badge with bill's lovely face plastered all over it in technicolour. god knows where he got it from. i'm sorry to say that bill went through the wash one day and appeared looking decidely blurry around the edges. i then hid him a shoe box. sorry bill :(<br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div></div><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9o701S_xFA&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9o701S_xFA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div>

moody hues

even when i was a wee ness i had a mood board. 'cept back then i called it a pin-up board, and it had more cutouts of obscure ballerinas...

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