(some of the food from our housewarming)

Dear intimidating looking men in dark clothes with facial tattoos standing around looking suspicious in my neighbourhood,
I thought you looked scary but then you said "Havin' a good day darlin'?" and I was too taken back to answer as I rode past on my bike, I hope my smile sufficed.
Yours, possibly judgemental Bianca.

To the man who drove in front of me today when I was walking across a crossing with my pram (and said a half-hearted sorry and an "I'm in a rush" out of his car window) AND to the boys who made me wait on the road with my pram while they dawdled at the path entrance AND to the older man who pushed in front of me at the fruit shop while I was moving my heavy pram to the counter,
What is wrong with you people?
Yours, enraged.

Dear Cameron,
Thank you for taking such great care of our son all day every day while I'm at uni. I know how much you hate it when people ask you, "Are you spending the day with the baby?" or "Babysitting today are we?" as if you're just minding him until I get home, when in reality, you put in the hard yards (like 5.45am wakeups and messy changes and grumbly bedtimes). You deserve the 'MUM' badge much more than I do. I don't ever take for granted how supportive and caring you are and I would be lost without you. You were made to be a dad.
Love, Ank.

Dear ASOS,
Please have a ridiculously big sale so that I can afford to buy these shoes for myself for my birthday. Pretty, pretty please?! (They have 20% off at the moment, but still...)
Yours, obsessed.

Dear Jennifer Lawrence,
How do I be as cool and funny and gorgeous as you?
Yours, jealous.

Dear friends,
Thank you for coming to our housewarming and making it so lovely and fun and making us feel especially good about living in Tasmania.
Your friend, Bianca.

Dear Atticus,
I wish that you could speak human so that you could tell me how you lost all of the fur on one side of your body and why the end of your tail doesn't move anymore. You don't seem too bothered by it, but I am. Please don't wander too far from our yard or hurt yourself. You are my favourite cat (don't tell the other cats) and I wish I spent more time enjoying your lovely affectionate nature. IOU 1 chin scratch.
Love, your neglectful owner.

Dear businesses that put up political signs,
Do you realise that you are putting customers off by having right wing propaganda displayed proudly at the front of your store?
Yours, left-winged.

Dear C's dad's new kidney,
Please be happy inside your new home and help C's dad to be happy and healthy again.
Yours, concerned daughter in law.

To the lady at uni with the awesome boots,
I love your boots!
From Bianca.

Dear lovely young guy on my bus,
Thanks for telling me how cute you think my baby is and that I should enter him in baby contests (I'm not going to, but it's nice to have him admired) and for chatting to me about your baby girl Mabel (best name!). We were both really awkward but it was really nice of you to come introduce yourself.
Yours, hope to see you on a bus again soon.

Dear Theodore H. Jagoe,
You are the sweetest. I can't get enough of you and I miss you so much when I'm at uni. I have to make sure I don't wish the time away, wanting you to be bigger so that we can play together and chat. You have such a sweet, playful nature and you are highly ambitious, getting into lots of mischief. Don't grow up too quickly. You're a good guy.
Love, your Ma.

As I've mentioned a few times recently (I'm really excited about my nook obviously!), I have my own little space at uni now where I can sit all day and make things in (relative) privacy and stick things all over the walls. I share the space with a couple of other people but each of our spaces is pretty private and we don't have to interact with one another if we don't want to. I thought I'd share some pictures of what it looks like right now - it doesn't have much in it yet as I'm still starting out and developing my major project, but I'm really enjoying having a dedicated spot to sit and make things. The only problem is that as soon as I sit down, the time flies by. The fact that the sun still doesn't set until 8pm is a bit deceptive - but that will change pretty soon and Tasmania's 4pm Winter sunsets will be normal again.





The subject I'm doing is called Studio Project A and it's part 1 of a 2 part unit that runs until the end of the year, wherein you develop and create a self set project. There are several assessable items in the unit and a class for 3 hours once a week, but the majority of it is self directed making. I'm based generally in the area of mixed media, but thankfully I don't have to choose a 'major' (painting, drawing, ceramics, etc) because it would be so difficult to choose just one medium.



Hopefully I'll get to share some of the work I do in this space and the messes made. I've started working with some ideas about my childhood and it's kind of nice to unearth some of those memories.

I bought this skirt from Dangerfield recently on sale and I like to wear it around the house with an apron on while I cook. It probably makes C laugh because I am so not domestic (he is though). But I do like to cook. Tonight I'm making delicious fluffy pesto polenta with roast potatoes and pumpkin.




I wish I could find a way to stop my nail polish from chipping after two days! No amount of top coats will make it last.



I was a ridiculously photogenic child, but these days 99% of photos I see of myself I am pulling a ridiculous face in (there are some crackers in our wedding photos - when I laugh, my whole face laughs and I have untagged myself in so many Facebook photos). Lately when C takes my picture he makes me jump up in the air and then takes photos of me afterwards and I always look happy because my skirt has usually flown up above my head mid-jump and revealed my underwear (I'll spare you those photos) and C is laughing at me and I've made a fool of myself. Works every time.

NB. I only do this in the privacy of my own backyard, heh.

It is my birthday next month. What would a birthday be without a gratuitous wishlist?

1. Back issues of the international version of Flow Magazine. It looks ridiculously good!
2. A Jellybeads Teething Necklace. I haven't really worn any jewellery since Theo has been of teething age because everything goes in his mouth and I'm sure it's not great for him to suck on metal things. These necklaces are made of soft silicone beads and are pretty cute.
3. Polar FT4 to aid in the runnings.
4. Lists, To-dos, Illustrated Inventories, Collected Thoughts, and Other Artists' Enumerations From The Smithsonian Archives of American Art by Liza Kerwin. Longest title ever.
5. Body Shop Body Butter. Delicious stuff, especially in Shea flavour.
6. A digital piano of some sort. I have ruled out getting the big, acoustic sort because I don't want the hassle of having to move it and tune it if we moved out of this house at the end of the year, but I want something that sounds and feels like playing a piano - anyone have any recommendations?
7. Posca Paint Pens. They rule.

Ps. The black font is made from my handwriting!