the prettiest girl i ever saw

was sippin cider from a straw.

and then there's fluff

Kittens are fantastic. You should find one and touch it!

You might enjoy this kitten's other modelling work here.

please be seated

Clever verandah designers make perfect pictures for late-night psychedelic adventuresses. I'd venture a guess of William St near Victoria St, North Melbourne. But who can say?

sawdusty

Refinishing wood is a remarkably satisfying task. The neighbours think you are a good girl for crafting so hard. They tell you so as they pass by. Sawdust in the creases of your skin and music in your ears. Upgrading workspace makes all the work feel better.

all that's fit to grow

In the dead of winter, still they grow, up and up. I want a good macro of the stamen of that orchid but my camera doesn't do things like that. Scary obsessions with orchids are so very justified - they are instantaneous existential questions.


Reaching for the lifelocus. Basic horticultural demonstrations in cotton wool.

tea and crumbs

Crumbs of a super chocolate chunk cookie at Each Peach, which makes excessive use of pastels, souveneir teaspoons, and thematic tea towels. When you can do anything all day, you make very good choices.

and bone

Everything disintegrates back into the Single Mass. That makes things easy.

chili chocolate puddings

There is always dessert.

urban textures

A concrete jetty out to the sea of sky.

pumpkin carraige

I've got some pumpkin abundance. They're in season and I keep getting more before I use the ones I have. This blue pumpkin came from a stand on the roadside outside of Bright, VIC. A quarter of it went into a 'pumpkin masala' which taught me some things about making Indian food. Or just showed me how few of them I know now. It's mushy but fresh and spicy.

The seeds are in the process of becoming pepitas, roasted cajun-style I think. Retrieving these seeds from the flesh of the pumpkin was a sensuous activity. When I know where something came from I want to consume all parts of it, to experience it completely, to dig right through it and all its textures and components. This was one such occasion. The seeds are big and fat and healthy and they pop out of the flesh with little encouragement. Very satisfying, a feeling of harvesting the fertility from this big body. I got to dig the last few rows, which are sort of rib-like in their arrangement, out of the flesh with my fingertips.



photos by the man with whom I shared the experience. iphone loves to blog.

the uniform

For some time I, like any good domestic enthusiast, have been collecting a rather amazing set of $2 aprons. This in itself is not a feat; any good thrift store will always have some, it's just up to you to go and pick the one that's prettiest. The few times I have had the opportunity to cook a meal in my kitchen with many, it's been lovely to see everyone finding one that fits their needs. And every time I wear one, I think why, oh why is this not just a dress instead?