DIY

Inspiration's a bitch. You see something somewhere and then suddenly the heavens open, light shines down on you and you are surrounded by gleaming, rosy (imaginary) cherubs doing the "aaaaahhh" thing that happens whenever anyone on TV has a revelation. Yes, you get inspired then you think "I can do anything! I don't even need LSD!" and then KABLOOIE (< most unsexy onomatopoeia ever) you find yourself, two hours later, covered in glue, feathers and tiny particles of denim which get stuck in your lungs. Oh yes, I speak from experience. Wouldn't that be a glorious way to go: "LOCAL TEEN DIES DUE TO HER SHITTINESS AT ARTS AND CRAFTS".

I bet you saw this and thought "oh look, she's moved on from being bitter, maybe she'll show us how to make some adorable denim cutoffs", BUT NO. I laugh loudly and maniacally in your face. Maybe I am still a tad bitter about the denim incident (seriously was very close to asphyxiation) but I decided to rant about this because I am currently inspired. No, seriously, I have been raiding DIY blogs like swellmayde.com to try to find things to make. But what irritates me is that they all say "easy to do! No need to go shopping!" but then the materials list copper piping, a nailgun, a large horseshoe and half a kilo of yeast. I would like to meet the person who has all these things lying around in their house. They would be able to make ANYTHING IN THE WORLD. Their life would be enchanted.

It started with me being home alone for the night, then being too lazy to make food so just eating toast and nutella. Then watching some a movie with Brad Pitt, George Clooney and Matt Damon, and having no idea what's going on. I know that a guy named Bank owns a hotel, and that Brad Pitt dressed up in a long beard and wig to try to sell him earthquake-protection-software. Or something. I know that at some stage someone was going to climb down a lift shaft. Which is terrifying, because what if you are happily climbing along and then you see a lift coming at you? It's kind of to be expected, being a space specifically to house lifts, that you would run into one eventually. And these kind of spaces don't really come with a small cave-like area for people to hang out in and watch lifts go by. Not really a Lift Shaft Coffee Shop around. Which is fair enough,  because they're not exactly popular places for people who aren't effortlessly cool/attempting to steal something somewhere.

Point is, I got inspired so I cut up a t-shirt into fringey bits and it actually worked! Which was cool, but bad at the same time because it might lead me to the idea that I can make other things, which I don't think I can (especially without copper piping).

What even is copper piping?

In other news, sexy song is sexy:

So long, I am going to try to glue flowers onto a bit of plastic.

Palette

Bonjour.

A few things have happened recently. First of all, I went with some friends to the Spiegeltent in Brisbane (most beautiful music venue imaginable) to see Emma-Louise, who I adore. I bought her new EP and chatted to her and, in conclusion, the is possibly my favourite human being. She ended her set with a song called 1000 Sundowns, which was written from the perspective of her aunt, who fell in love at 16, grew old with that boy and then lost him to cancer aged 60. It is completely heart-breaking and unbelievably beautiful.

Secondly, I went with the famillia to go see the In The Bin showcase on the coast. In The Bin is a program that works with short films, and we saw the top 17 in the country. They were all VERY COOL.

Thirdly, we also went to the beach, where there was an art exhibition called Swell. I didn't like the art too much, but I did love the bright colours of summer mixed with the white sand and stunning sunsets.

My mama's hair

Parents being happy. 

3 Beautiful Songs

These music videos are also favourites of mine. They are all so beautifully put together, hope you enjoy.

Advice For Young Mothers To Be - The Veils

Your Direction - Chief

Mexican Mavis - Boy & Bear

Open The Window

They say that when God closes a door, he opens a window. I sure hope that God would get his act together and open a few windows or I might just have to continue my practice of throwing bricks through the windows and taking all the bootay for meself. I know I am speaking like Johnny Depp, deal with it. I mean Johnny Depp in the pirate movies, not as Sweeney Todd, because that would be weird. I don't even know what character he plays in Sweeney Todd. A bad guy? I think so. Point is, it would be frightening if I opened a post with "Come sit down in this chair, close your eyes and don't be alarmed by the razor".

Maybe it's just my current state of mind, but it seems that recently the doors that I had expected to open didn't, and some very weird windows appeared. My life is shifting around me. Which is fairly normal, I suppose, but still freaks me out a little bit.

This is my rambly way of saying that sadly, Rob and I did not get into Woodford. WE SHALL NOT BE DISCOURAGED, however. We are still planning on going and will play around the place and at the chai tent (or anywhere else that will have us).

BLUES.

Close your door and windows and play this song REALLY REALLY LOUD.

And that, dearests, is the power of BLUES.