mr clean is that really you?

 

I love hanging out in my room, especially when everything looks so nice. I have started a new collage wall. I like waking up looking at the
collection of images. Pictures of distant lands, childhoods past, of smiling pigs and misfit adventures. It’s like a photo of my mind.

it twas a party

 

I love birthdays. There have been so many lately. Free food. Party Dresses. Great music. The only thing missing is the lolly bags on departure.
What happened? Why did they disappear? Maybe there was a dentist strike against tooth decay targeting one sugary bag of goodness at a time.

hitting up brick lane

I love Oxford Street. I could easily spend a whole day there. Recently Ash and I ventured into every bookstore and shop, looked in every cafe
and alleyway till our feet cried defeat! We had lunch at a cute little place that served the most delicious meals. I had the corn fritters and
banana smoothie while Ash had the fresh OJ with beef medallions and pasta. I heart days like this.

i see the sun and sneeze

 

The rain has broken! Well for today. I have finally been able to do two loads of washing and go for a run (okay..... more of a fast paced walk).
It was so bright out that I sneezed. Twice. Every time I do the washing I'm always reminded of the time when my mouth was washed out when
I was six. Oh sunlight soap, you hold such bad memories.

freshly baked

 

 


Since I have been hibernating at home all week, trying to fight off whatever it is that is plaguing me, I have turned to baking to end my boredom
and satisfy my unsatisfiable sweet tooth. My mother has the best white chocolate and raspberry muffin recipe, they are so delicious,
especially if eaten listening to lisa mitchell when its raining outside.

jewels and pastry

Today my sister and I went to have breakfast at Tiffany's. We had sugar dusted pastries and coffee. It was a lot of fun. Even if we went too
early. Even if it wasn't even open yet. But we knew what we were doing. Another step to cross off my bucket list.

hello there mr postman

 

I woke up this morning to find I had received a visit from the postie with my two favourite publications sitting on the doorstep (luckily I have a
great postman who doesn't leave my mail out in the rain). His name is Bob and he reminds me of a fierce warrior. He is lovely. I can't wait to sit
& read them with a cup of tea - the perfect procrastination.

the start is here

 

I was thinking about how much fun I had when I was younger, not worrying about anything, like when cutting siblings hair was seen as a good
play activity. It didn't matter that your hair would never be the same again for weeks. That your mum had a melt down when she saw the pair
of you with hair all over the sink or that the other kids laughed because you shared similarities to Arnie Pye and Jane Lane. It didn't matter
because it had been exciting & eventful and dare say fun. I want to not worry. I want to have fun. Doing the things I want to do. Then capturing
it to remiss about later.