Crochet

Brunswick III

Brunswick II

Brunswick I

We Call them Ampersands

I have a friend obsessed with pirates. Really really obsessed. Dress up and go to conventions obsessed. I should show him this place.















I prefer ampersands.

Graffiti Men

The footy boys have moved out from downstairs.















No more barbeques, no more weird smells, no more cat escaping into their apartment because they always left their door open.



















I will sort of miss them. They were much better neighbours than the abusive couple who lived opposite and the screaming toddler who has moved in to replace them.

The night is lovely, dark and deep...

Last night we went out to celebrate the arrival of a baby by getting his dad very drunk on tequila.















Walking home, the night was like one of the nights in Andavadoaka, cool(ish) breeze, but warm and comfortable.

The cool change got the cats moving for the first time in days. There was not much sleep had last night and my thoughts turn to taxidermy. Or mittens.

I shall call him squishy and he shall be my squishy.

So often, knitting looks like marine life.

Makes me wish I'd been braver

I hung out with an old housemate, yesterday. She has recently had a baby and wanted hair that was a little easier to look after.



















She now has ridiculously cute hair to suit her ridiculously cute baby.

Cacus