So...

You know. It was hot again today. It's nice to have a day in the shop to escape from my own indecisive, running around, then disappearing down the drain studio days. I have been driven a little crazy by it. But whatever. Adam and I have put together another show. It opens in one week at C3. I haven't finished anything properly yet. Tomorrow is the day.
OMFG!
Tomorrow is the day.
Today however, was a very pleasant day. Like I said, in the shop in front of the fan, stitching a magpie and talking to nice people. Pene bought me a watermelon granita this afternoon. So. good. Then topped up with ginger beer which equals a cup full of happiness.
I've found my other summer drink. I usually rely on frozen coconut juice. Oh and speaking of summer drinks.
Icy plum wine which is also delicious with a splash of gin when you need it. I'm going to need it this weekend.

A four year old

With cake eyes.

Rocket Cake.

And a wombat in space.

Happy Birthday dear scorpios

Squid

I just put down squid on the scrabble board on a triple word score, and it reminded me to post about Simon's Exhibition. You see the squid was the one I wanted, but of course when I got there it had been snaffled up.

I am crap at these things. You know, buying art in time. That whole seize the moment thing. I had had time to weigh up my favourites, as I was helping out with framing, but forgot, duh that once the show opened people would be buying them like hotcakes, which they did, damn them (the squid buyer in particular). All very good for Simon, and justifiably so, as you know, people like his particular brand of cleverness. I just liked the squid.

Then Kate told me I looked like the squid, and I kinda had to agree with her. So, there you go. My sad story of not having the squid. I coulda told him and he woulda kept it for me, but NO, I just go there afterwards and lament my uncanny resemblance to a squid, all pale and blue and tangly. Anyway. Boo me.

That said, my favourite part of the evening was encouraging Simon's father Richard to play that rather conspicuous banjo he had left in the corner. I mean you can't just bring it and not play it, now can you?

Ten thousand words

eh mugs...

It's been muggy. That is the reason I left Queensland. I hate the humidity. There are other reasons too, but I'll leave it at that. Today in the shop I had beads of sweat on my forehead and lip and no cool breeze for relief. And yesterday was basically hot, riding in the sun. It felt like summer had started already. Damn. I'm not ready. I might never be ready!
I am also quietly horrified that it is already almost November, as I realized today it's Melbourne Cup long weekend and the city will be full of drunken suits and fascinators. This weekend.
I need to make a big floppy sun hat to hide under.
I'm glad to be going to the country to visit the farm. Now, fingers crossed it won't rain so we can camp. The forecast is for thunderstorms so like I said, fingers crossed.

I say so...

I've always been a sucker for African fabrics. My aunt was based in South African when I was little and her postcards and presents were always such treasures. It was actually one of my favourite things about Paris, come to think of it. The stunning African women at the Belleville market, and everywhere, wrapped head to toe in a riot of colour and pattern. Talk about glamour!
So, I fell in love with this fabric when I spotted it in Pene's studio ages ago. When she appeared last week with new zippy purses made from it I couldn't resist. How could I resist? It has a phone texting someone 'I SAY SO'.



That's the trouble with working in a shop full of beautiful things. I have to try not to want it all. I have to promise with steely resolve not to come home with any new things this week. Wish me luck!

Oh. Edit. Presents don't count do they?