Bread Winner.

Honey.

Rice.

Milk, yeast, seeds.

 Flour.

Rest.

  Grow (the Godzilla phase).

 Voila!

And for my next trick...

Today I am going to make bread. It is ridiculous that someone as bread dependent and food obsessed as myself cannot produce their own bread. Really. So, I'm going to brave the unpredictability of yeast and attempt to conquer the hitherto unexplored realm of homemade bread. I may even wear an apron and a pair of birkenstock sandals whilst I do so. If only I had enough hair to plait and a goat in my kitchen - then I would feel authentically rustic.

Stay tuned for results.

Get some taxidermy in your day.

My friend Michele, who is herself a very clever artist, put me on to the work of Claire Morgan. Check out loads of her stuff at her amazing website. Here's a taste of her fairly astonishing creations. Any girl who delivers taxidermy and dandelion seeds in one installation is on my list of personal role models. Thanks to Michele for directing me to this work.

Christmas creativity collapse.

Oh man. If the aardvark was a real live living aardvark, it would have totally have died of neglect and exposure and starvation and many other things that kill in a slow and debilitating manner over the last couple of months.

Any semblance of creativity has been totally smooshed out of my brain with a frying pan called 'I have a day job'. Work always seems to go stupid at the pointy end of the calendar and this year was no exception. I find myself entertaining fantasies of unexpected and stupendous wealth on a daily basis. Not so I could have heaps of things, but so I could have heaps of time.

However, I have been loving the little pockets of light in my new house and at least have some photos that I have been having fun playing with. Here are some.

And on the first day of my holidays, I sprang out of bed with the urgent and all too familiar I-must-move-furniture-around-immediately feeling and have finally configured our dining room in a way that works.These kinds of pressing furniture placement issues are generally consuming my brain when I am not thinking about my day job. Which I am not even sure if I want anymore. But that is a whole other barrel of cranky monkeys.

The dining room has been tricky from the start of the new house. It has a hilarious chandelier which is obviously a great start, and french doors and high ceilings so you know, it's not like it hasn't got things going for it. But every time I walked in there I felt like someone jabbed me in the eyeball with a fork. It was not right. It was wrong.

But now I think it is finally looking like a friendly place to be. It's still not quite there, I'm not convinced that in it's heart it's  a white room. Gold maybe? Or red? What do you think?

I love our new house. It makes me happy.

First....

Home made kitchen curtains with very wonky hand stitching.

Outpost.

Cockatoo Island is so good. I mean, it's just this perfectly sized, slightly weird, almost beautiful little droplet of land in the middle of the harbour and it feels like a small encapsulated universe all of it's own.

It's even better with art. Here are some of the things I saw yesterday at the Outpost exhibition.

 

Oh my.....

Look! A crochet aardvark! Awesome! I love him.

This came from Planet June where a very clever crochet queen displays her work and sells the patterns so that you too may crochet an aardvark if the urge takes you. As it probably would.