+ Uncredited images on the internet make me weep.

Listening to: Walking After Midnight - Patsy Cline.
Eating: Homemade pfeffernüsse (not quite as good as the bought stuff, but still good).
Drinking: Aldi brand lemon soft drink.

I have been a busy letter writer over the weekend. I got to cross off a whole bunch of 'needs reply's in my correspondence book, from 15 letters owing to 5. Phew. I don't usually write letters all in one go like that as I like to put as much effort into each letter and I think it can detract from them being personalised, but I think they were all okay and I really enjoyed writing them all. I am totally out of writing paper now though, ick. This morning before C was up I walked to the post office and stopped at the little opshop near my house on the way home. There are two men who work there, one is nice and one is not so nice. The nice man charges me only 20 cents for a record, whereas the not so nice man charges a dollar each. Sadly the nice man was nowhere to be found today and I only came home with four records to chop up their covers and make into envelopes.

Some of the envelopes are addressed but don't have letters in them yet, so I won't put those up just yet. Here's some of the outgoing;





(close your eyes Belen :P)




And this one doesn't have a home yet. If you'd like me to send you something email me your address :P


C is at work tonight and I'm not sure what I should do with the evening - I'm thinking some singing and guitar playing, watching Carnivale and folding washing >:(

I think I successfully convinced my friend Lauren that she should move to Australia today :P

After being asked a couple of times of the origin of the snail-tape-dispenser mug pictured in the last post I Googled around and found a place you can purchase it here.

I have a bit of a fascination with names, I often browse through the Victorian Births Deaths and Marriages database of the top 100 male and female names each year since 1929, just because I find it interesting -

In 1929 the top 10 male and female names were;

John	Margaret
William	Patricia
Ronald	Betty
Robert	Dorothy
James	Joan
Kenneth	Shirley
Kevin	Mary
Keith	Elizabeth
Raymond	Norma
Donald	June

In 1969;

David	Michelle
Andrew	Lisa
Paul	Karen
Michael	Sharon
Mark	Nicole
Peter	Julie
Darren	Susan
Craig	Maria
John	Joanne
Christopher	Jennifer

In 1990 (the year I was born);

Matthew	Jessica
Daniel	Sarah
Michael	Stephanie
James	Rebecca
Christopher	Emma
Joshua	Samantha
Andrew	Emily
Thomas	Lauren
Benjamin	Melissa
David	Laura

And 2008;

William	Mia
Jack	Olivia
Thomas	Chloe
Joshua	Isabella
James	Charlotte
Lachlan	Ava
Oliver	Sienna
Riley	Emily
Cooper	Ella
Noah	Sophie

I also am very amused by the website; Baby's Named A Bad Bad Thing which features some of the most unique names, and the Wikipedia entry detailing the top 10 names in every country.
It seems a whole bunch of girls I went to school with are having babies lately. In the last month I have heard of the births of two little girls named Willow and yesterday a girl who was a few years above me gave birth to a baby boy named Lyric. I thought that was a very original, interesting name. I have a little cousin called Domino (a girl). Have you heard any interesting names lately?

I would like your advice; two to three times a day the securing alarm of the business across the road from my house sounds really loudly for about five minutes, often this is in the wee hours of the morning. After the thing has been going for five to ten minutes somebody from the business, who lives next door, comes over and turns the alarm off. I'm certain it's not just me in our neighbourhood that is a little bothered by it, but I'm unsure as to what sort of action to take, if any. This has been going on for several months, several times a day. Hmmf.

^ purchase this beauty here.

This week I had four letters to write to four different Stephanies. Here are two letters I finished this morning;



It's 1pm and C is still asleep and our neighbours at the back seem to be having some sort of party. I've been eavesdropping, but the conversation has been very dull.

I'm starving and the cupboards and fridge are bare!

The wedding I attended yesterday was such a delight. My old drama teacher, Lou, asked me several months ago if I'd like to sing at her commitment ceremony and I was so honoured she let me. I got up ridiculously early, caught two buses there and sang my song while a pair of each of the bride's hiking boots (they're very outdoorsy) got passed around the crowd and you had to pull a pair of rainbow laces out of the boots that you gt to keep. Both of the brides were originally from South Africa, and a whole bunch of Mari's friends and family had flown over for the occasion and I loved hearing them speak Aficana. The food was marvellous, the company was lovely and at the end of the ceremony the two brides hopped into specially decorated kayaks that had kids blow-up toys hanging off the back and paddled away into the bay. An interesting exit. My old music teacher gave me a lift back home. I kind of wished I had stayed and partaken in more of the festivities, but I'm going to mail them a thank you card sometime next week. I had a ball.

C just got up and we're having an argument about him wanting to call one of our hypothetical future children 'Mountifort', as it is apparently a 'family name'. I'm vehemently against it. I did concede that the middle name of one of our hypothetical children could be Morrissey though.

Neither C or I are very Christmassy and apart from going to visit my parents on Christmas day, we probably won't be partaking in anything very Christmas-related, buuuuut... I couldn't resist this not-quite-Christmas-tree and I'm thinking of attempting my own version of it today on one of our walls;


+ (via design is mine)

I am in lust with this tote by Gemma Correll, her blog is lovely too;


This doll house made from a hollowed out tree trunk is awesome.

I found this amusing. I'm not sure where it came from originally (via make do and mend);



I hope you're having a lovely weekend. It's a nice overcast Sunday here today. I'm going to write more letters, watch the latest episodes of Dexter and The Vampire Diaries (I feel as though every time I say that I watch this show I have to write a disclaimer in brackets to make sure nobody thinks I usually watch this kind of thing, haha. It's my crappy tv indulgence) and make C go do our grocery shopping.

+ The lovely Ladyhawke.

I just gothome from seeing Ladyhawke with my friend Laura and her friend Amy. I caught the bus into town and before, during and afterward I just couldn't stop sneezing - by the time I caught up with Laura and Amy I looked so out of it, my eyes were all smudged and watery and wouldn't stay open. Beautiful I was. Once we got in we stood way too close to the speakers and stayed there for the duration of the evening and got blasted. It was the kind of bass so loud that your throat and your eyeballs vibrate, and the vibrations through my face only caused more of a sneezure. I should have count them, though I feel that it only encourages them. I estimate 40+ sneezes in the night. I find occasions like these most interesting not only for the musical delights, but for the people-watching. So many people so self conscious. So many women in way too high heels, falling over and spilling drinks. I saw about ten women fall over, and a few of them, if they saw that you'd seen them fall and you made eye contact with them, had to come over and tell you "The floor is so slippery tonight!" or "I'm sooooooo drunnnnnk". I loved it. I think I'm making this sound like I didn't have a good time, I actually really did. Ladyhawke herself (Pip Brown) was pretty gorgeous. She does this funny thing when she sings when she wants the sound to kind of warble, where she shakes her head from side to side. Very cute. The crowd loved her and it was packed out, and she seemed to be a bit embarrassed by it, saying "Thankyou" awkwardly after each song in her New Zealand tongue. So, I am now deafened. I have to get up early tomorrow and catch a bus, aaaaaaargh. I haven't practised and I always sing the words all backwards. I have no idea how I'm getting home! Wish me luck :P

Today I did C's homework for him. He signed up to a Swap-bot vegan/vegetarian recipe swap, but he had lots of actual homework to do, and as this swap is now two weeks overdue, I though I'd help get it done to avoid any nasty 1's! Haha. They're a bit scrappy, but they'll do. I had been sitting here since I got up making them and then realised that I hadn't had breakfast yet myself, it's 3pm.



Tomorrow I have an early start and I have to try to navigate my way to a wedding using only public transport! I still don't know what to wear and haven't practised the song with my old music teacher, but I'm sure it'll be okay. Eep!

C went to work last night and Manneh came over just after he left. We went for a walk to get pizza and while we were waiting we started browsing in a nearby bookshop that was still open and after a while a small lady walked up behind us, I thought she was going to ask if we needed any help but she asked us if we'd like a free glass of wine each. Puzzled, we accepted and then awkwardly stepped out after finishing our glasses, without buying any books. The pizza was glorious, then we came home, watched and listened to things, drank whiskey and Baileys and Manneh put himself to bed at 10 (!) and I waited for C to return home from work. A pleasant evening. Manneh is always enjoyable company.

Ps. I found out yesterday that I got back into uni (graphic design correspondence) which I am really excited about (I know I'll regret having said this a few weeks in).