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A Lack Of Seals


Today I went for a bike ride to a place called Tailrace. A few months ago I was there and I saw a seal in the river. C was with me but he didn't see it and ever since, I've been trying to spot my seal again. I didn't see him today, but I had a lovely, long ride. Here is some photographic evidence of my journey.



And my always impractical riding attire;

+ handmade woollen hat from gallery in deloraine, cardigan & dress from vintage fair, petticoat courtesy of my nanna (it is 150 years old!), shoes from my step sister, necklace & ring from the niche & apron markets yesterday.

Incoming

+ dot in time.



I'm aware that one of these posts (as well as an outgoing mail post) is well overdue. Letter writing in these parts is slow I must admit - uni and work are unforgiving time hoarders. Here is a selection of pretty things that my mail box has been receiving lately. Picture heavy apologies!


+ linsey.


+ garci.


+ sirpa.


+ marguerite.


+ bella.


+ viviana.


+ robyn.


+ greta.


+ mim.


+ jennie hinchcliff.


+ jennie hinchcliff.


+ jane boston.


+ linsey.


+ min.



+ lindsay.


+ elle.


+ marguerite.


+ rin.



+ em.


+ donovan beeson.


+ katie.


+ jaime (my step sister).


+ cataliya


+ missive maven.

Never is there a good mail day that I don't feel fortunate.

Tacky Souvenir Swap


A month or two ago I started gathering bits and pieces for Andrea's Tacky Souvenir Swap. Tacky souvenirs are irresistible to me and being paired up with someone from the American South, I can only imagine what wonders that tacky souvenir package will hold. Tasmania is abundant with tacky souvenirs. I went into one of Launceston's souvenir shops and picked up an armful of things; a snow globe, a boomerang, a Tasmanian devil puzzle, an echidna figurine, a giant chocolate freckle shaped like Tasmania, etc. The ladies at the counter asked me if I was buying them for anyone in particular and when I told them that I was participating in a tacky souvenir swap predictably fierce replies ensued; "We don't sell tacky souvenirs!". I reassured them that their souvenirs weren't tacky (lied). I don't think they were really offended and were happy to take my $30 for their tacky souvenirs. Here are some of the bits and pieces I sent to my partner, Tiffany;