workin for the man

aka simon, aka mr glue, aka cuntface...

aka "lost in the woods" boss man

had a real big week making pretty trinkets for the hoarding pre-christmas crowds. they have an insatiable hunger for the pretty plastic... here are some lady pins we took to douglas and hope...



he will be selling stuff at the readymade market, as will the clever lady pene durston and others. it's at federation square on sunday morning... lots of good stuff.

bitch

wow, yelling downstairs, i just saw the biggest girl scrap i've ever seen, shit strewn everywhere, and i think one glassed the other... right now, the police are still trying to keep em apart... with one bleeding on the ground in the alley... and still more yelling... high heeled shoes in the gutter and a mate checking her broken fingernails...
something about being pregnant to him, ... you've ruined my life, something else...

about five people were involved in trying to pull em apart... i reckon they copped a bit too...

too hot

i was busy all day yesterday being the embodiment of the pale wilted flower/misery guts...
all the people who get excited about hot days can just keep quiet about it. unless they are taking me to a cool mountain stream... then they are ok with me... you hear me brookie?

not much

friday;
cupcakes, martinis, bbq





saturday;
bagels, studio, afternoon sleeps, walks in the park, late night crown cinema... a whole world of wonder, let me assure you...

sunday;
eyes, lies and illusions at acmi, anzac biscuits and tea and studio

business

okay, so i finished some stuff for the shop...

if you, like me, have a thing for wood, fires and bananas; and unlike me have money to spend... go to alice euphemia and buy some... so i can buy some food... or not... maybe a beer... i'd like a beer...

OH BOY

sailor is one now. which means i have been back in melbourne for over a year, and what have i done? the main thing was fall hopelessly in love with the little boy.
there was a lovely party for him by the river.
with family, sausages, cakes and cupcakes and games and boating... it was real good...

overly fascinated

spring racing huh... go to the races then. my tolerance for fascination is about pushed to the wall, thank god it's almost over... all these rabid shoppers makes me even more inclined to slop around in baggy hoodies and shorts... with nary a feather in site. and i like feathers.

highlights included the japanese jockey calling his winning steed, a super horse... that was kinda sweet... i placed my first tab bet... i won my money back... adam won MORE and is now adamant he can become a regular gambler and make money...

i baked two cakes.

i spent the afternoon in good company talking homemade sausages and admiring kades new granita machine swirling icy vodka slushies... hello summer...

i saw and loved animal collective, i smiled and yelled... we walked home alongside the river after peeing on trees. it's pretty in the city at night, til you get to where the people are...

then i've been working... alot... which i'm not really handling too well... i just want to go to bed... so i am NO FUN...

happy birthday scorpion

yeah you,
and you,
and you,
and you,
and also you...

i quite like these moody little beasts...

i have some cakes to bake...

where is my apron?

shameless

only about a month late i remember to boast about appearing in the third issue of a lovely magazine called lula, in a feature;

All the Real Girls
more folk, less factory - bring on the girls who make things

you can get it in melbourne at genki