Archives for the month of: June, 2013
What the font? Another bug I have picked up…
An occupational hazard for designers and such types I suppose.
Protracted it from some strange sector…Do you concur?
On that note, I’ll leave you with some Leo overlay. Happy Friday
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x = me2
on cloud 9
1. one fine tray: rustic but happy. urban rustic store
2. Cloudstreet by Tim Winton. 21st Anniversary Edition
3. improve a dreary day with a cloudy: Mrs Baxters Long Island Ice Tea, Sweet & Sour Mix
4. a single cloud tumbler Hoya Corporation Japan, vintage drinks swizzlers
5. cloud container: Waechterbach canister, West German pottery. urban rustic store
6. Dojo Rising, latest release Cloud Control, June ’13. Love on first listen.
7. I cloud pinterest @ urban rustic
8. visit the Land of the Long Blue Cloud urban rustic collection
9. O Mi Glob, everyone’s favourite Cloud Princess [possibly the only] LSP, Adventure Time.
Getting the lump outta here…
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Serving up another Throwback Thursday remix
California dreamin on such a winters day…
The Mama’s in the house, Sydney side with the band [aka the kids]
& The Papa? 90210 [safe and warm in LA]
The Beverly Hills souvenir plate made in Japan.
Thrifted last year in Brookvale, Australia. The irony.
Don’t you just love it?
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A collectable Carltonware chocolate chunk mug and a [secondhand] Ikea cup sit on a shelf. Which one is going to be bumped off by clumsy maniac descending a ladder and smash into pieces?
As you can see this is not a joke. Just Murphy’s Law. Whoever he was.
Symbolically occurring during the week I quit sugar. Not Sarah Wilson style. Just substituting. Like wine for chocolate. Or cheese. The water not so much…
Hope you’ve had a good break this long weekend?
For my Mother. A quiet resilient practical country mouse who ran a sheep farm singlehandedly. She married the city mouse and as the story goes, it didn’t work out…
We returned this weekend to witness said country mouse after 25 years as a Singleton, marrying a great Dane. I was lucky enough to be chosen her Maid of Honour. [She has four daughters and my name was drawn out of the hat.]
Not the first time I’ve been a Bridemaid, the fourth actually, but definitely one of the most special considering 2 of the 4 are no longer marriages. Possibly accurate statistics?
An unforgettable experience to say the least, and this I vow to remember.
All that I am, and all that I have,
I honour you.
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