Journal

Well, the chocolate cake rose a little more, but it just wasn’t as incredible as the ones my mum makes. I bought new self-raising flour and mum came over and sat in the kitchen...

Apart from train wrecks, explosions and space disasters – another sad, sad, sad event over the weekend: “Fire destroys Flying Fruit Circus classrooms” (via virulent memes). As a kid I always had a secret...

Disgusting yet compelling urban art in pictures over at nicloe.com

There are some days when I really know I have picked the right career path. This week has been full of days like this. Firstly, I successfully sent the files for my next promotional...

Happy New Year! We brought the new year in at Small and Kent’s place, playing a large and entertaining game of poker over bowls of cashews and slabs of pizza. I played dismally (yet...

I spent some time over the holidays reading the journals of folks who live lives that I would live if I wasn’t living my life. Lives of girls in apartments studying art or design,...

Bliss – the rain has just started. The wind seems to be still thick and heavy and hot but at least there is the smell of wet grass wafting through the house. My mum...

We’ve just been out for last minute christmas eve food shopping. The fruit at the green grocers all looked summery and incredible — what I could see between the jostling shoulders of crazed shoppers....

I was saying to the lovely bee, pea and kylie yesterday that the stuff I love about a lot of the blogs I visit are the many and varied craft projects that people throw...