Showing posts with label loves. Show all posts
Showing posts with label loves. Show all posts

18.9.09

the prettiest girl i ever saw

was sippin cider from a straw.

2.9.09

this is a picture of my boyfriend



Yes he is very nice, thank you.

28.8.09

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.

30.6.09

bikes in love

18.6.09

oh noez

When these pages are neglected, so too is the observance of abundance. In this way the thing I have made has made of itself a way of gauging my awareness of the subject. It is winter now, and so it is a challenge to see things as abundantly when the days are shorter and all is subdued. And so I reach into abundance archives and pull out a date.

3.6.09

mitre 10, queens parade



This lamb has strayed from the flock and attempted replacement has been undertaken by the staff of the hardware shop.

If you thought looking at it straight-on felt nice, try getting closer so that you can look her or him in the face.



Oh, dear.

23.5.09

ghost kitten

She forgot to hide her tail, otherwise I would have believed her.

11.5.09

stoutly


Bicycle mechanics with beards and grimy fingers are for lovers.

8.5.09

so much special all at once

This is a celebration cake. It's divided into several celebrations that I didn't even realise I was celebrating (the recipe yields 2, and I could have halved it...).

It's this girl's birthday. She is mucho special, for reasons I know in secret and for the ones she will happily tell you. Here is her cake, to be shared among an office full of people who I know are lovely but simply couldn't be with today:



It's also another girl's birthday. She is Lauren and if she has any web presences I don't know about them yet. But I do know that she is very special in some circles whose opinions I tend to respect, and that makes me feel like we are connected in this web of special-ity that is constantly being built up around us, ladies that we are in this land of the foreign and the familiar. Here is her cake, bearing her initial:



Tonight is also the night where Penguin Pete makes so many musics in a room. I think it will be beautiful. I have seen him before and he is doing some tiny squeal boom box rumpus room comfort sounds. They are special too. This is Penguin Pete making some sounds:



This is his cake:



So much love goes directly from my bursting heart to Bobby and Lauren and Pete. Directly.

And so that's the story of how one little cake celebrated so many things on this day of common excesses, which happened to be a day I randomly decided not to go to the grindstone of my wagework and decided to live instead.

p.s. This is Lauren's cake and Pete's cake looking like Ls and Ps, which is what you get in Australia when you drive somewhere with very little experience.

5.5.09

Rae St, 9:41 a.m.

Lucky Lydia is very loved.

26.4.09

jussa lil' bit

This is my special fucken ladyfriend in her joy garden. She also grows veggies there.



Yes, abundance, yes. She also had this to say about common excess, and whilst it's not in standard 'comment' form I thought it was a lovely comment:
i really love the new blog,too. it's something that i think about a lot. and such a beautiful thing to soak in during a time when all i hear from everyone is tighten the belt, better get hip to the economics of scarcity, reign it in. but you say NO! sustainable excess! you're a fucking genius.
I wasn't going to leave in the 'fucking genius' bit but I thought it a bit dishonest not to present her words in their entirety.

I hadn't really thought about that myself when I started this little project up, but now that it's been put into those words in that order, I think about it all the time. And the more I think about that 'belt tightening' stuff the more little excesses I find to roll around in. And maybe in some small way that's a way of coping with things that are narrowing - by noticing the things on the other side which are opening up.

16.4.09

14.4.09

the light that comes through your window in the morning,



and the chance to see it, evokes much gratitude.

3.4.09

exuberance


I have the privilege of knowing some fine individuals.