I adore our new bedspread. Craig is less than sold. It’s far far too floral for his tastes.
Queen’s birthday! A long weekend and yet it felt like no weekend at all.
The weather exploded and, thankfully, Craig was home from work, so he came and collected me.
Walking home after after work wines and I spent far too long saving this orange cloud from certain destruction.
Fruit in our pretty new bowl from Craig’s parents
(that apple is still there. Which reminds me, must throw out apple)
It’s weird when the neighbours walk past. They are very close to our kitchen.
Pretty lavender on The Terrace. It’s so dead in the weekends.
Finally using my vintage pickle jar vase. I can be such a fucking hipster sometimes.
Katherine Mansfield: woman of words and terrifying face.
Heading home sick, I felt very much like this plant.
After day two in bed I was going a bit stir crazy. I would make a terrible sick person.
I like this dead vine/wall combination, is all.
Went to an exhibition opening at the gallery like a fancy person.
Part way down the Dixon Street steps is one of my favourite views around this part of the city.