Fighting my way past tour groups of over-perfumed seniors on my way to the gallery canteen, I spied an artwork that left an indelible mark on my poor uncultured brain. A small group was clustered around an oversize painting, so I hazarded a glance. A single streak of brown, three drops of red and a … More When things look like other things but you shouldn’t say it in case you get chased with a pitchfork
Interior decorating. Well, why not? I’m not bad at creative stuff, so why not give it a bash? I’m always finding new things to do. The snot-green wall was replaced with a snot-green wall with a picture on it, and a vase of flowers was placed on the mantle. Next, some cushions. I like blue, … More A riot of colour…or something…
This dishwasher is Rudolph’s albino cousin.
He likes to watch me take stuff out of the fridge.
My wall is somewhat bemused.
Jigsaw puzzles. The invention of demons from the ninth dimension of hell… After several hours staring at about 736 plain blue pieces and trying to connect them in some order, I decided it was time for the scissors. “Mum, you can’t do that.” “Why not?” “Because then the picture won’t fit together. And it’s cheating. … More Puzzle (not) fun
After going outside this morning to discover I had killed yet another plant, my mood had taken a nose-dive. I’d stared at the pot’s browning, leafless contents and decided that I needed chocolate. Three Tim Tams and a Caramel Koala later, the pot still haunted me and my guilty, inadequate conscience decided that immediate retail … More Conversation in a shoe store
Another Monday face. Because in the post-weekend paranoia, we think people are watching us in the shower. Or maybe that’s just me.
I don’t see dead people. I see faces. Not in a creepy way, just in that way that when you’re walking along and say, “Hey, that looks like a face.” Know what I mean? So I’m going to post some of them. My rules are these: It can’t be staged Actually, that’s it. No other … More Faces…. Staring at me.
“Is it my fault the chickens ate my homework?” “It is when you smear it with honey and seed and leave it in the chicken coop.” “I had to. I hate algebra.” “You think the chickens don’t?” “I saw Bock-Bock scratching triangles in the dirt. I just put two and two together.” “Did you … More Counting chickens