Archive for the ‘found stuff’ Category

I think the secret to me continuing to come here will be keeping things simple and brief. For the time being, at least. This is a celery flower I made today, just by chopping a bunch of celery at the stump. Before today I never knew celery could be pretty. I also tried to make […]


In the rash and heady early hours of this year I cut myself what I thought was a pretty cushy deal: one blog post per month, minimum. And so today’s leap day leapt upon me and now here I am, working to deadline, watery White Russian in hand, trying to scrape together enough words and […]


  Finally the house is quiet, glass of wine poured, a perfect sunset happening just outside my window, the new (well, I guess it’s not so new now) Radiohead album playing at an acceptably mellow volume, all child paraphernalia hidden from view. And it feels like my head is full of sand. Or sawdust. (Yes, I […]


faraway places

06Feb11

Oh the burden of non-stop online content creation. The internet never sleeps, but I must. (And when the weekend comes, I sleep a lot.) I have become something of a once-a-week blogger. I’m forming a theory. (But I’m always forming theories, and they never seem to do much, or go anywhere.) More on that shortly, […]


The other day I noticed the 5c NEW magic box for the first time while waiting on my phone order of fish and chips. Trouble was I didn’t have 5 cents, so my future is still a complete and utter mystery to me. Next time I’m down there I’ll try my luck (ha) with a […]


This is my passionfruit vine. It’s such a crazy-looking flower. So crazy I decided to draw it (see below). Mother Nature will win every time. There’s a lesson in that for all of us. I also have four strawberries growing on my strawberry plants. But I didn’t draw those, because any-old-one can draw a strawberry.


This morning I woke up with this stuck to me. It definitely wasn’t there when I went to bed. I’d never seen it before. I should probably also mention I woke up with Sylvie asleep in the crook of my arm, as I do most mornings lately. She brings me things like giant twigs and […]