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More journal pages. Okkervil River and The National. It had to be done.
30 Sunday Oct 2011
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More journal pages. Okkervil River and The National. It had to be done.
29 Saturday Oct 2011
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Have suddenly discovered art journals, via the magic (and serious time sucker) Pinterest. Check these out willya? Wow.
Inspired, today I thought I’d give it a go, and splurged on some new stationery. This is something I try not to do too often because I bloody love the stuff, but I was quite restrained today. I came away with new fine liners, some funky textas and some watercolour pencils. Nothing too fancy or out there, and more than capable of carrying out my fairly modest artistic ambitions!
I’ve started two different journals today, and one of them I think might be a lyrics based one. I know, what a surprise!
Here’s how the first page came out
I know it won’t win any awards, but it was fun and I think it’s cute, and I reckon that’s all that matters!
And The Boys – Angus & Julia Stone
Some art journal love:
And if you too are a sucker for Pinterest, come find me!
26 Wednesday Oct 2011
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Blitzen Trapper, Family Band, mp3, Music, Radical Face, Widowspeak
I could tell you all about my uneventful yet totally lovely morning
OR
I could just post a few of the tunes that soundtracked it.
All unashamedly nicked from Captain Obvious, and all unashamedly wonderful.
Marie (Jack Nitzsche Cover) – Family Band I was deep in study when this came on, but it pulled me right out
Love The Way You Walk Away – Blitzen Trapper Just the right amount of twang
All Is Well (Goodbye Goodbye) – Radical Face Lovely
Gun Shy – Widowspeak She sounds a little bored – love this
14 Friday Oct 2011
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Spent an hour today studying. That was enough. Had forgotten just how blahhhhhh study can be. I’ve been procrastinating long enough though – I was awarded a grant to complete this course almost a year ago and I’ve only just started the damn thing today. Sigh. Self motivation has never been my strong point.
Ran 4 k’s this morning. Want food but am not actually hungry. Have to work in an hour. Listening to Grouplove’s 2010 self titled EP. Really like ‘Colours’ and ‘Naked Kids’, but ‘Cruel and Beautiful’ has stolen my heart this afternoon. Big love.
Cruel and Beautfiul – Grouplove
Find out more about these American indie rock kids here.
14 Friday Oct 2011
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I want to rearrange the furniture in my lounge room, but we had a mouse plague here a few months back and while I can’t smell anything resembling death or decay, I am still slightly concerned that I may find something lurking behind the couch and if I do find it then I will obviously have to get rid of it and I still can’t erase from my mind that time where I knelt down on the floor to fix my hair in the mirror that should be wall mounted but isn’t yet and when I dropped a bobby bin and glanced down to find it I noticed the corpse of a recently poisoned mouse that had tried to escape but had sadly passed on a few inches from my front door in a position that can only be described as the final throes of death. Paralysis, girly screaming and a frenzied hunt for a plastic shovel ensued, to be followed by frantic and repetitive handwashing and copious amounts of sherry.
It was all I had, alright?
13 Thursday Oct 2011
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Pet hate: When you finally get around to taking your car in for a service and you use the guy your dad recommended to you and you drop it off at 8am and you’re assured by the woman at the counter that it will be ready by 3pm when you have to work but when you ring at 2pm to check on it the woman can’t seem to remember who you are or where your car is and finally informs you that they haven’t even started working on it yet and do you think you’ll be able to organise another ride to work, love?
So you get your friend to drop you off and you work and the next day you go and pick up your car which has finally been serviced, at a cost that incidentally is higher than what you were originally quoted, sorry about that love, but you are a woman, so this is naturally to be expected when you do anything car related without taking a hunky man in with you, and you drive it around for a week and then when you take it to be washed in one of those do-it-yourself outfits you realise as you’re scrubbing the bird crap off the back windscreen that they’ve had THE NERVE to place a sticker advertising their business on the back of your car.
Fuckers.