44! Hoorah!

Hello, this is Bex (who else, really…). I’m currently using a programme called Mac Speech Dictate, which I got with all my other stuff for finding out I was marvelously dyslexic. Thank you, Surrey County Council. The programme makes me feel a bit like a mad person because I’m sitting in my room with the door shut and no music on, wearing a headset and talking to myself – it’s a little creepy in my books… basically you speak into the microphone and the programme hopefully types up whatever you said. Unfortunately it is not terribly accurate, as at the start of this I said “Hello, this is Bex” however it got recorded down (the second time) and “Hello Mrs X”. Great. I have given up using what I said, as it doesn’t make great sense and has bugger all punctuation as for THAT you have to literally say “exclamation mark” or “full stop”. But it’s quite good for just having a “brain dump” and then working from that, trying to understand what the computer said you were saying in the first place…

It is currently (or was then) 8:15pm and it is raining, as is usual for Falmouth (it is no longer raining). Actually saying that, the weather has been pretty nice – if cold – recently. Very Autumn / Winterish.
Side note: I just squashed a little fly and then it dropped into the fan bit of my Macbook. Whoops…
I think the dictate programme wants me to stop mumbling and slurring my words, however this seems to be a bit of a problem as I pick up accents a bit too weirdly sometimes… which isn’t good since within the past day I’ve spoken to a Cornish girl, 2 Norwegian’s, and an Irish.
Blimey, I haven’t written a blog entry since 20^th October! A decent amount of stuff has happened since then, Duncan has left and gone back to Sheffield. Him staying here was very noice, though it’s good to just have us 4 girls left in here now, especially since it’s uni work times.
We (the Fal Fish) sadly didn’t play either the oyster OR ale fests here in Falmouth, I might have mentioned that already though? I did still go along to both though (more so the ale fest) and drank my fair share of cider / perry / ale / stout.
R.I.P. The Falmouth Fish Sea Shanty Collective, may you one day come back from beyond the grave…
I’ve still been singing SOME shanties though, every 1^st & 3^rd Friday of the month, fellow Fal shanty band “The Shout” let us come sing with them at The ‘Front. It’s ok… best if a bit drunk… its just a shame that they sing all their songs far too slow, except for Fiddlers Green which they sing far too fast. Any remaining fishies (it’s only been us girls going along so far) should hurry up and learn some more songs to sing at them, pronto! We can do better than dirges!

What else has happened… I went to the forge with Lisa, had a laaavly little day off (well, I had a day off… yeah… Lisa had one too…). Woke up and it was good and sunny, so she drove me off in her van, and we sat by her jewellery making bench with hot water bottles on our laps (it’s certainly chilly there) and I drew her whilst she worked – making me my necklace. The drawing was for her website and such, see here for Lisa’s work & my drawings!: http://www.smythickforge.co.uk/
For lunch we drove off to Porthleven, which is near Helston at the top of the Lizard, and went to a bakery there called the Horse & Jockey. They’re well known for having an AMAZING pasty called “flakey steak”. So of course, I had to try it.
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MY GOD IT WAS GOOD. Possibly the best pasty I’ve ever had? And it was HUGE! Pretty much twice the size of a normal pasty, but just as expensive. The “nobs” on the ends were spot on, the pastry was flakey (which was fine until I got covered in too many crumbs), and the innards were scrummy. Sadly the juices attacked the pastry (flakey not being so strong as normal pasty pastry) and caused the side to split, which meant it got tricky to chomp on, and the meat was perfect… but I would have said there wasn’t quite enough of the meat.
After the pasty lunch we strolled along the beach & crawled about, picking up the beautifully coloured little pebbles that are there, Lisa uses them in her work. Stealing the Queens property! Oh my.

After THAT we went to a fabulous little arty crafty shop, and I bought some mossy green wool which I then that evening learnt (again) to crochet with, in the pub (The ‘Front, again…). My sister Elk joined us as she had sailed in from Plymouth that day with her fellow shipmates from her uni course there – Marine studies & Ocean Yachting. ‘Twas good to see the fluffball.

Did I mention in the last entry that Lisa & I (blimey, it’s all about Lisa!!!) entered a competition at the Ebenezer Gallery in Polperro in east Cornwall? Well, we did. And Lisa nabbed both first prizes, and I got the third prize for 2D work. Sadly not the 2^nd prize… perhaps I’m a little bitter about that, but that could just be because I wasn’t a great fan of the piece which DID win second prize (an upside down oil painting of a cats head – see the newspaper clipping below).
But yes, so I got 3^rd prize which means I’ll get exhibition space in their summer show. I hope I have time to make some more images for it! I could make a good little chunk of money…
I also got a written mention in a couple of newspapers from that end of the county, and a mention AND PHOTO in this weeks copy of the West Briton! I’m the grumpy looking sod on the far right, Lisa is next to me, then the under 19’s winner, then the 2^nd prize winner. See here:
Silje & I also entered another competition recently, this one for the clothes & such company “Sea Salt”. The aim was to make a design for one of their jute bags (which everyone down here carries, apart from us lot it seems). Winner is to be announced tomorrow, and will get £100 to spend in store, and also a copy of the bag with their design on it… plus the satisfaction of seeing people CARRY their design. I do hope to win, but of course I shan’t be too hopeful.My design (I'm not so fond of the text layout).

The weekend before last it was Rarr’s 23^rd burfday, so Max came down from all the way up north (well, Midlands), and we had a good ol’ party with the theme of toybox. I went as a panda, as I wanted an excuse to wear Silje’s black velvet little dress, and we made more of the tasty chocolate beetroot cake and turned it into a yellow iced Pacman, with a tiny blue ghost & everything. The party went well and it ended up in Shades, though I left early as I wasn’t “feeling it” and decided to pick up someones smashed phone (now returned to them) and a Police cone on the way home. The Police cone, may I add, was NOT because I was utterly sloshed, but was because I decided that every student house should stereotypically have one – plus we’d watched the Police event a couple of nights before, a chap in the bus stop who couldn’t stand up or pull his trousers up! Oh dear…

(on the mention of wearing Silje's black velvet dress, here is another velvet dress... I found it on Bluebird Vintage, isn't it so very lovely, in a mustardy way!

A couple of things I’ve done this past few days…
On Friday the house went to see the new Harry Potter film. We all dressed up (Squidget, Rarr, and Faygel as Ravenclaws – as sorted, and me… as a Slytherin. It’s just what most tests said! Sorry if I’m an evil slimy back stabber… though I DO like the colour green).
The film was really good, and I cannae wait to see the 2^nd part of the story in June. I managed to squeak/squeal rather loudly at a snakey scene (don’t get me wrong, I do like snakes! But it was SCARY!), and Rarr said she’d never watch horror films with me. OH! And the snatcher called Scabior! Corr… he was certainly alright! I looked him up on Gooooogle however, and he’s not quite so fancy in real life. One found it raaaather amusing that the film was basically am advert for “Come visit England! We have beautiful scenery!”. One shot (or whatever the technical term for it is) was going up a large cliff, and I was thinking “ohh… I recognise that…” and then it got to the top and sure enough – it was Malham Tarn in Yorkshire! Been there multiple times, fantastic rock formations. My mother tells me that I have once taken a poop down one of the big cracks (WHEN I WAS YOUNG!!). Lovely. I’m sure it did wonders for the plants trying to live there. Anyway, I shan’t say anything more about the film, as I don’t want to spoil it for anyone who actually reads this who hasn’t yet seen it.

On Sunday, Silje & I trotted off to the other end of town, to the Irish bar “Fins” to go see Luke & Ben from Peoples String Foundation play an acoustic show. We got there early whilst they were still setting up, got ourselves a pint, and sat in a cozy wooden corner with the cider and our crochet. I was making socks.
The music was wonderful, they both sung and played guitar, and Luke played his double bass (that thing does WONDERS for making girls, and probably others, too, drool), and Ben on his fiddle. Great concentration faces. They played some of their own tuuunes from their album “Making Waves” and did some covers & some jamming. An all round good night. Some folks danced, but we just jiggled away like a couple of old ladies.

I’ve still been thinking about what to do after uni, which is approaching scarily fast, especially now since I’ve started writing my dissertation. DISSERTATION!!! Yup… I’ve called it (for the time being) “Quixotic Mapping: Pondering and Wondering”. Who knows how it’ll turn out, I am not too terribly worried as I know it isn’t TOO huge a part of my final mark (I don’t want to get majorly het up about it), but so long as I get a decent enough mark then I’m good.
Currently my plans for after uni are to hopefully go to work at Golant YHA (east Cornwall, south coast) for a few months. It’s a good place, and they were the only ones who replied positively to the e-mail that I sent out to over 30 YHA’s. Some still have not replied. I’m to have an interview there in February, and if all goes well (they seem happy!) then I’ll also work for a few weeks in the Easter holidays, getting me some monies to keep me going.
Much to my mothers digust, my back-up plan (if I don’t find any satisfactory paid work) is to go up to Scotland, further north than Edinburgh, to go work on the WWOOFing farm “Culdees”. I’ve no doubt mentioned it before, so I shan’t talk too much about it, but it’s basically working and getting paid with food & accommodation – the middle man “money” getting cut out of the equation, which suits me. I’d no doubt get some snow, too, it’d be soooooo cold… mothers eh? Mine should really be more open minded – she thinks that if I work in a place “like that” then no “real job” will want to hire me. I don’t think she notices that WWOOFing places are worldwide, and by no means a place for “slack sponging hippies” (perhaps not her exact words, but it seems that way) to go. It is good for people to do voluntary work, better than going on the dole or something anyway.
But yes. After whatever I do for the winter months I’m currently hoping to go do something called “Adventure International” in Bude, north Cornwall. Lots out outdoor activities, getting me off of my arse. I think I MAY have mentioned it before.
But before all that, I’m off to Brittany over Easter weeked to go to Aberfest, Breton / shanty singing & such! Hooray! It’ll be good.

But now I have got to the end of my weirdly worded pile of mumblings, I’m not sure about the dictation programme.
Time to add pictures and such…Uni work! I've found a bit of a new style... again... this is a design for a biscuit tin for M&S (not in REAL life, sadly). No text on it here.

Above: I found this on Verabel's Etsy shop. Colours! Patterns! Yum!

This print from Tugboat... all with traditional layered woodblock print... wow...

I don't OFTEN squeal at images, however these little "peanutbuttah's" made me grin like a loon. Nutty and crunchy on the outside, soft, squidgy and furry on the inside! (thankfully they're not a fruit or nut, as that would probably mean they were mouldy). TINY KITTEN TEETH.

Found the above in the West Briton, what a lovely house... I've been trying to make my parents buy it (as if... haha) as
a) One of my dads possibly ONLY hobbies / loves, is Cornish mining / mine houses.
b) They both love Cornwall.
c) It's awesome.
Drooooooool.... and you see that pile of icy looking nuts? The icy stuff is actually TOFFEE. See-through toffee!!!

Fourty threeee!

This is the second 43 entry, I did have a different one before... it was another dream, however after reading it a few times, I decided that it wasn't terribly appropriate! Heh heh.

Not updated this in a while, my Norwegians & Irish have got back home, uni term has started, and we've currently got a lovely chap called Duncan also staying with us for a couple more weeks! It's all very good, and all very busy.

Admittedly not totally busy in the way I'd like it to, recently I've been getting bored of sitting on my posterior for hours on end drawing, not that I don't REALLY REALLY enjoy drawing, but I also REALLY REALLY enjoy getting out and moving about and doing things! Thankfully I got my dose of that when my mum came down to visit so we went driving all over Cornwall & leapt in the sea at various places...
We swam about in the sea at Kynance Cove on the Lizard and talked to an inquisitive seal, and then went leaping about in the waves on the north coast - only getting out due to the fact there was a dead baby seal bobbing about :(
Gone on a few little walks about the place too... so I guess I'll survive!

Third year of Illustration... eek! It's a slightly worrying prospect, everything this year actually COUNTS... I still feel like I'm in 1st or 2nd year, but sort of enjoying the slightly powerful feeling of being the 3rd year (RAWR! Get below me, little 1st / 2nd years...).
Found a new style which I'm liking, it's very good for scenery and such, and so I'm also attempting to do that style for a competition piece I'm doing for the Ebenezer Gallery in east Cornwall... though for the comp. I'm doing it all 100% TRADITIONALLY. Which is tricky for me, I'm used to 50/50 trad and digi.
Here is some of my work and whatnot from uni, and also some personal stuff:
(for ALL of my work, visit me here, though I will soon have my very own website. A REAL WEBSITE!)
Started off as just a doodle, made in a lecture with our PROFESSOR ALAN MALE.
I'm doing an A-Z of animals, filled with patterns based on their country / sea area of origin. J for Jellyfish is the newest so far (full batch on my Flickr).
Card for Duncan's mum (not from me, that'd be odd - never met the woman). Anyone else need birthday cards?
The design for my website! Theres more on it now. It was a very fun, very self indulgent piece to do.Uni work?! Yep. 1st project, this image is the one without all the branding for Oatly (milk alternative) on it.

It seems that my band, The Falmouth Fish (sea shanty collective) seem to have gone tits up since our Captain Dan O'Shea left the county (for various reasons). I'm hoping that myself & the other girlies will be able to form some sort of wenchy GIRL BAND. Yeeee harrr <-not sure about the reason for putting that non-sounding sound affect was. It was good whilst it lasted, anyway. Perhaps it will continue... we're just currently on very rocky shores. Hmm... are there any other doings & happenings to mention? Got drunk a few times & leapt in the sea starkers, got another commision from Alasdair (up in Och Aye land)... I think thats possibly it. Weather down here is definately getting much colder. Brrr. On that note, I shall stop this slice of procrastination.

Some music to listen to (if you have Spotify):
The Peoples String Foundation – Making Waves - a local to Cornwall band, lovely bunch of chaps. They played Glastonbury twice this year! Luke loves a good spoonerism (Cunning Stunt?)
Robert Plant – Band Of Joy - Robert Plant's new album, it's really rather good! Nice friendly rockish stuff to shove in your ears.
Ozric Tentacles – The Yumyum Tree - Blimmin' weird! They've been around for yeeeeeeeeeeears, sort of prog rockish, but... not sure what that is. I've been telling people that it's like sitting in a relaxing river, but the river has jacuzzi bubbles in it.
Bonobo – Black Sands - Chill out stuff. Nice for working to.

Some links to follow:
Dancing hands!
Rock balancing, lovely...
A fun mooosic video
Super amusing comics, much about Scandanavia!
Book cover archive. Useful.
Watch for the northern lights.
Corr, full colour 1940's photos!
Inspiring Tumblr, shame about the large amount of images of models...

And a couple of images from other folks:
Can't go wrong with a good old bit of Andy Goldsworthy....
Scribbly, but effective. Rob Hodgson.

Ciao for now! On with work...

Fourty Two, twit twoo.

Another dreeeeam! Yesss. Here goes what I can remember.

I was waiting about in a charity shop, it was Dan's last day of working there and he was seeing what stuff he could take (so trying stuff on a lot).
On the way home we were walking past some big posh houses, when I saw a couple of barn owls perched atop of a tall brick built gate post, I was in awe, then noticed they were baby owls! So I took out my camera and took photos, and then noticed there was a 3rd doing some crazy precarious balancing act lying across the other 2's heads! Heh heh.
Anyway, a mean twat of a person came along with a broom and shunted them off, muttering "no one wants them anyway, their mother has abandoned them". So myself, and two other people (my group was expanding) picked them up, and took them with us (the baby owls). They were very cute.
We then decided the owls needed feeding, so we found a tree to sit under (it was an oak, I think) and someone pulled some cooked white rice out of their bag, which they put on the floor and the owls started eating it.
Then along came a HUGE group of immigrants, also trying to get some rice! I pushed them away, the rice was for the owls! So they went away except for a couple of young girls who looked especially sad... I "took one under my wing" and gave her a pink plastic icecream spoon to eat some rice with, once she was done the spoon was broken and she handed it back to me. I fixed the spoon with some glue, and gave it back to her, she couldn't speak any English but was hesitant to take it (seemed like she'd never owned a free plastic icecream spoon before). Eventually she agreed to take it and it broke again.
Then we all walked off, taking owls and the couple of girls with us.
Then I remember something about water... but I can't remember what.

Then I woke up.
THEN I fell asleep again!

I was in a house, and it was obviously a bit of a broken family (I was part of it). The mum was all "grrrr stupid husband" and myself and my sibling (sister?) were sad about it, but it seemed it was normal.
I went into my room, where my dad was, and made him go to bed. Found sticky ring marks all over my desk, and was angry as it showed he had obviously just drunk a whole bottle of wine or something in my room (I think alcoholicism was the problem, this is definately NOT the case in real life, as my dad doesn't even ever really drink! Maybe the odd Bloody Mary when on holiday, but even thats rare...).
The next morning I told my dad that I'd booked him into rehab, he was all like "AHH what! Ahh shit... fine, I'll go pack". So he did.
Meanwhile my mum and the two of us daughters had to go search for somewhere else to live... all we could afford was a really horrible groundfloor flat in a horrible dirty district. Totally depressing, and it was night time which made it worse. Admittedly the house we had been in before in the dream hadn't been great...
My mum decided to make curry and such, and go round selling it for a price to earn more money, and she was just getting ready to go out so I had to warn her about a few things (such as people attacking her, and big black rats literally jumping up at her to get to the food) whilst I neatened up one of the plates full of food (some sort of fruity curry, with yellow rice. It looked VERY neat after I had dealt with it). I was also looking out of the window, and seeing all the bad stuff which was going on outside.
End!

Yesturday I managed to finish my piece for Alasdair, I really do hope that he'll pick me to do the rest of the illustrations for his book (if he NEEDS any more illustrations...).
Here it is:Drawn with a brown Pentel brush pen, and theres some water colour there, and lots of scanned Harris tweed. All scanned and then put together in Paint Shop Pro, with a little bit of digital adjusting & layering & such.

Yesturday I found out the wonders of Boursin cheese, and I now OFFICIALLY have an addiction to it. OM NOM NOM INDEED!

41. Running, running...

Another dream, yep! I think I'm gonna carry on doing this until I forget them.
Can't remember it all, but...

I was trying to get onto a bus, but I was so nearly too late and it was all very stressfull... then something else happened? Then someone and I were going to a youth hostel, it was right on the coast and we had to walk on the beach to get to it but the tide was coming in so we had to paddle and then I was like "where the hell is the hostel? We're going to be soaking soon!" and then it appeared round the back of a big rock.
Then the next day we went walking / exploring, and followed some sort of path through sand dunes but there was a large puddle / pond in the way so I decided "I'll jump over it!" so I took a running jump, and then landed the other side... but the other side was sinking sand, and I was sinking and sinking and the other person was shouting "swim up! Bex! Come to the surface!" sort of thing, but however hard I tried I couldn't... so I drowned or something...
Then turned up in some prison / concentration camp, and I was trying to escape... sprinting at chain link fences (tall ones with barbed wire on top) and having to scramble over them, someone chasing me and always seeming to catch me and I had to go over so many fences... in the end I escaped, and went back to the villagey area on the coast by where the youth hostel had been.
I found the person I had came with, they'd got pregnant or something and had had a kid (so I must have been in the prison for a while) and everyone seemed to have forgotten me.
And then I woke up.

What did I do yesturday? Ahh yes, snoozed on my beanbag on the floor and then went and cooked food for Shanty House. Sausage and chickpea curry stuff, with slightly peppered rice and gratered cheese on top. Nom.

Tomorrow morn I'm off to Holifair... I'll be being Lisa Harrison for the weekend! Muahahahaa.
We'll turn into one another soon, yesturday I noticed she was wearing the same socks as which Silje's mum gave me for my birthday. She then reminded me that we'd already had that conversation, and that she and Silje's mum had probably got them from the same shop in Stavanger, Norway.

Oh Silje (and Vera!!!!!), come home!
I miss yewwwww!

(One day this blog will turn back into an art blog... but for now, dreams blog!)

40. More dreaming.

The night before last I dreamt that I was cutting things, all I can remember is a black floppy covered book, into the shape of a long dagger / one of those sharpening irons.
Then last night I remember a couple of dreams... though not the entire thing of either of them.

In the first I was walking along at night / the evening, and I noticed a couple of tramps sleeping on a bench. The next morning I find out that the girl was Ruth (my 5th housemate from May - end of July) and the other was some guy who I didn't recognise who had a ponytail.
I couldn't believe that Ruth had got it so hard that she'd gone trampy, so I told her about a "hippy farm" which she could go live on for free, so long as she helped work the farm. It was called Culdrose, as was near to Fal... it's true, a place called Culdrose IS fairly near to Fal, however it's an army base. Culdees is a "hippy farm"... but thats in Scotland.
My second dream was one that I'm pretty sure I'd had before, I remember thinking in the dream "this dream has happened before... ahhh shit, the next bit is the horrible part with that angry woman...".

Yesturday the Falmouth Fish & other Skinners Brewery related people leapt onto a coach from Fal at about 4:30am, and travelled to London to sing at the London Beer festival in Earls court...
It was great fun, lots of marching and shouting "Olay, olay olay olay, Cornwall, Cornwall..." with the marching band we took with us (really enjoyable, Cornwall was most definately the rowdiest bunch out of everyone there). Sadly, Skinners won no awards this year... but it was still well worth going along.

39. I had a dream...

Last night I had a dream, I can't remember much of it but people were graduating uni, and I was looking at their "mortar boards" and thinking that they were all strange shapes (well... the bit which holds onto their heads was strange... as in, taller / thinner etc than normal - the board bit was the same). I then found out that it was a tradition for everyone to make their own mortar boards, so of course people had made red and white checkered ones and everything!
Thats all I remember.

Here, have Alan Male. I drew him over a month ago now.And whilst staring at Facebook, I noticed that one of the Norwegian's had got a LOVELY tattoo. I never really talked to her (maybe once of twice) but that doesn't matter.Look at the eyeeees! Wow. It was done by Deno from Tattoo Magic in Madrid (but this was somewhere in Norway at a tattoo convention).

Also, Vera showed me a BRILLIANT video!

38. Things I forgot to say.

The other night I had a dream.
I've been having rather strange and vivid (in a way that I remember much of it) dreams recently.
This one really was odd...

I and some others were sitting on a hill, it was covered in seats (like stadium seating) or stepped seating (like the Minnack outdoor theatre here in Cornwall)... we were eating Cornish Pasties, but they were painted in some black (edible) shiny sort of paint. Apparently it was traditional in that part of Cornwall. We then went to someones house, it was quite modern and had lots of stairs. I felt really awkward as it seemed that their mum did not want us there, so I found something to amuse myself. I found a hamster! I got it out of it's cage and cuddled it and played with it and carried it round, and was always thinking "wow, this is a really friendly hamster" - this is due to the fact that I am used to other peoples hamsters never being as friendly as the hamsters I've had (R.I.P. Wedgy, Moony, Lawry, and Scrumpy), perhaps this is because we never REALLY kept our hamsters in the cage... ANYWAY. I was still holding this hamster and walking up some stairs and thinking that when SUDDENLY it went all stiff, so I looked at it and it's eyes had gone all zombie-ish and pearly and scary and it looked horrible so I went "AHH!" and put it on the floor / dropped it / similar. It then ran about and tried to bite at my ankles a bit so I had to use the banister to lift myself on to avoid being bitten, and then ran into a room to find it's hamster ball to trap it but it seemed that the friend had LOADS of hamster balls, so I had trouble finding one with a matching lid, and then when I had found one and got to the hamster I could only fit it's head into the ball as it had turned to the size of a Jack Russel / Scottie dog! So it looked like it had a space helmet on!
Then I woke up.

Thats the second dream I've had recently about eyes going suddenly all scary and zombie-ish. I also had another hamster dream after that one, but the hamster didn't go crazy.
And another strange (but quite fun...) dream last night, but I shan't go into it.

Been fairly busy recently, last night was the 5th night in a row of drinking a little too much... the night before that my sister and I (who was down for 2 nights with me) had a bottle of white wine to share, and then went to The 'front with Dan & Lisa & Duncan & co. Night before that Elk (sister) and I also had a bottle of wine to share, and I had shanty practise & then open mic night at The 'front. And the night before THAT I had yummy yummy Dan-made pizza at Shanty house. And the night before THAT it was Dan & I's "6 months of eating face", so we went out for a yummalicious meal & drank another bottle of wine between us. So yes... lots of drinking.
Getting myself ready to my 1 day trip to London on Tuesday, perhaps... Falmouth Fish are playing Earls Court beer festival, you see... so we've got 2 x 6+ hours on a coach, and some hours singing, and lots of free alcomohol. I'm so sorry, liver... so, so sorry.

BUT YES! Last night! Fal Fish sung in the Chain Locker pub.... whilst being filmed... BY THE BBC.... with Oz Clarke and Hugh Dennis! I don't REALLY know who they are, but now I've been right in front of them I recognise them.
Oz liked Dan's face when Dan was singing. Refer back to the newspaper cut out of Fal Fish singing in one of my previous entries on hereeee.
Eh heh heh.

Photoses!We found some highly worrying potatoes with super duper long tentacles in the potato hole.

A dragonfly hung out in our yard for a while. A BIG one!

I made a purse for Dan, to stop him from dropping coins EVERYWHERE. Another of my tweeeed inventions, with sewn on felt details... the lighting was bad, so you can't really see it too well. The axe has "DJO" sewn into it.

I am now left in the house on my own for a couple of weeks or so...
I shall attack it, clean it all thoroughly (it doesn't often get it) and I feel the need to decorate some parts of it... I have an URGE. It's got too tatty.
And I shall attempt to learn to play my bodhran better... I really do need to, I'm just a bit poop at learning (anyone want to teach me? I'll learn way faster!).
And a couple of commissions... still...
Etc!

Ohhhh rainy rainy Cornwall.
This day exactly a year ago it wasn't rainy. My old friend Becca & I caught the bus to the Lizard, then bought a pasty, then walked to Kynance Cove - the sea was FULL of seaweed. Then sunbathed, then on the way back I found a rather poorly toad on the path, and a one legged cricket/grasshoppery thing.I've like to have this cardigan from Rachel Comey:Have some links:

Ming Makes (feckin' amazing droolalicious) Cupcakes.

Food Porn!

Beautiful beautiful printy stuff.

Thats all for now!
I think I'll give this thing a face-lift soon, have meant to for ages...
It's getting pretty crusty.
Over & out... FOR NOW.