When I was growing up we didn't have very much money, so making our own fun was of utmost importance. I drew and read a lot and we swam in the creek and only got two TV stations. I remember getting out of date teen magazines from the rectory book sale in the tiny town I grew up in and looking wide-eyed upon all of the trends and must-have-items of the time. These were a few things I can remember childhood me really pining over. I remember my friend Eve had a Furby (and basically every toy a kid could ever want) and I was so jealous.




What's something you can remember asking your parents for or wishing for in secret?

Dear older lady wearing amazing handmade floral overalls,
I am so glad I stopped to compliment you on them and am sad that you were feeling bad about your weight since putting on 10 kilos while in hospital. You looked fabulous. Thank you for posting us a couple of pairs of shoes for Theo. I really want a pair of those overalls now.
Yours, random girl on the street.

Dear Theodore,
You are a walking, talking, cat-chasing, dancing, delicious-smelling, cheeky little ball of wonderful.
Thanks for bringing so much joy and mess to our life. Please stop eating cat food.
Your mother and father, who will never get the house totally clean again.

To my sister and brother,
We should do a collaborative art project at the end of the year - a zine and/or an exhibition. What do you reckon?
Love, your middle sister (who feels very lucky to have such clever, creative siblings).

Dear wisdom teeth,
Please stop squashing all of my teeth together and causing me discomfort. Please don't make the dentist take you out on Friday and cost me a million dollars!
Yours, with a sore jaw.

Dear Self,
Please stop procrastinating and do your uni work! You only have six weeks left! Those essays won't write themselves!
From your conscience.

Dear Mindy Kaling,
Thanks for writing such an upbeat, funny, clever show. It brings me a lot of joy.
Yours, I-just-binge-watched-the-second-season-in-two-sittings.

Dear customers at work,
When I repeat over the microphone over and over that the store is closing and you wait until it's exactly 11pm to bring your full trolley to the checkout, it is very difficult to be nice to you. I don't get paid for that extra 15 minutes it takes every night to put your groceries through!
Yours, enraged check out girl who wants to get home and go to bed.

Dear man in wheelchair, without a shirt on, smoking a cigarette, wheeling himself up a hill in the rain,
I only saw you from afar - I hope somebody helped you get up that hill!
Yours, confused onlooker.

Dear neighbour,
Please don't leave an anonymous note in our letter box claiming to be from the entire street, accusing us of being bad pet owners for letting our cats be outside, alleging that they have been damaging property and gardens and threatening to have them taken away and 'placed into more responsible homes' if we don't lock them inside. Please approach us in person so that we can discuss the issue.
Yours sincerely, annoyed cat owner neighbour.

(We ended up writing nice notes with drawings of cats on them, apologising if our cats have caused any trouble and folding them up with a little packet teabag inside to drop in the mailboxes of our entire street)

Dear Atticus and Tintin,
I am sorry that I have locked you inside as punishment today. I will let you out to play soon. Please don't wander off into other people's yards and bother them. Be good boys.
Your loving human mum.

Dear Mail Man,
Please deliver all of the awesome creative books I've splurged and bought late at night on Book Depository.
Yours, with a sad bank account.

Dear family and friends of Alderman Jeremy Ball,
I am so sorry for your loss. Jeremy was a really nice guy and a great advocate for Launceston. Vale.
With sympathy, Bianca.

Dear C,
I hope that you find some fun, fulfilling creative things to do so that not all of your time is spent cleaning up and chasing Theo around (even though I know you don't mind doing that too). You are very clever and creative.
Love, your wife.

Dear lady in local boutique who told me if I wanted to fit into one of the dresses I'd tried on that was too small I could just "lose weight",
This is really not the way to sell more clothes. If you stocked a realistic range of sizes, I might have given you a lot of money. Instead, I won't be coming back.
Yours, peeved.

Dear lady in cafe who came up to me shortly after the previous conversation to tell me I looked "gorgeous",
Thanks very much, I appreciated it.
Yours, girl in red.

To people who have written me lovely notes, emails or Etsy feedback regarding my zine,
Thanks so much. I am so pleased that you enjoyed it and got something out of it. It is lovely when you can send something out to people that you put a lot of yourself into and it has a positive effect on people.
Yours, I-wish-I-had-more-time-for-making-zines.

Dear Launceston City Council,
Why haven't you installed my decorated traffic controller box yet? It has been almost a year since I painted it and I've still not spotted it!
Yours, confused artist.

Dear Taylor Swift,
Why are do I keep waking up every day with 'Shake It Off' stuck in my head? Am I having Taylor Swift dance parties in my sleep?
Yours, closet fan.

Life is about to get really busy. I am in the last month and a half of my degree and I'm trying to develop strategies for getting everything finished by the end. I have a lot of work to do but is such a relief to be finishing. I have had mixed feelings about this degree as a whole and have had to really try to get something out of it at times. My presence here will be a bit limited until the end of semester, but I'm working on a few more illustrated lists. Here are some pictures from lately.


Being able to walk around confidently now means that the backyard is a place of adventure and wonder for Theo. At the moment he's really enjoying chasing the cats around the yard and helping C to water the garden. He went and got the watering can by himself, dipped it in the pond to fill it up and tried to pour it on the cats, laughing maniacally!


This is a little peek at my backyard studio. The plasterboard on the walls needs to be filled, sanded and painted and there are some gaps and things to tend to (but I lack the know how) so hopefully when my mum visits at the end of the year I can fix it up and do a big reveal.


Spring flowers are popping out everywhere in our garden.


Theodore had mixed feelings about his first experience of painting.


Atticus enjoys drinking from the bird bath.


Theo's sweet little boots with scuffed toes.


A waratah from my garden getting ready to bloom. This is what it will look like when it comes out.


We recently bought a new record player and the records (which C meticulously alphabetised last week) have been coming out every day for a spin. Theo is also starting to really like dancing, so C has been playing a lot of upbeat tunes (his favourite is Taylor Swift's Red - C has a big crush on her!) and we've been dancing around our lounge room.


Some sweet mail from Emma and Garci.


Theo and I standing outside my studio. Now that the weather is getting warmer, the backyard is really nice to be in and when C lets him, Theo often wanders out and visits me in my studio.


Another sweet flower from the garden - I only wish I knew what they all were!


Some library books I've been reading lately.


The heavy curtains that were on our dining nook windows started looking really terrible, so I took them down and threw vintage floral sheets over the curtain rods. At first C thought they were a bit twee, but I think he likes them now.


Flowering rosemary.


Some doodling I did while watching Mindy late one night.


Irises.


I splurged and bought a Filofax a few weeks ago and am really enjoying using it. I have been downloading free printable pages to put into it and designing some of my own and using it is really helping me to keep organised. I've been trying to write a paragraph in it at the end of each day, just trying to keep a quick record of goings on.

My name is Bianca Jagoe.
I am in my mid twenties and live in a sweet old Federation cottage in Launceston, Tasmania, Australia with my husband, 4 cats and our son Theodore. I am a freelance illustrator with a BA in Contemporary Art.  My blog is a scrapbook of sorts for daily creative endeavours and found inspirations. Thanks for reading it!


Some of the things I like most: red lipstick, bike riding, markets, zines, spoonerisms, dimples, good black pens, harmonies, Morrissey, Scrabble, mix cds, back rubs, art supplies, Stephen Fry, contagious laughter, collage, old photos of strangers, illustration, pushing buttons, filling in forms, typography, stretching, even numbers, hot cross buns, 50% off, realistic dreams, Tim Minchin, naming strangers, cinnamon, semi colons, curls, Vegemite scrolls & perpetually surfing the internet.
Tunez: Why?, Morrissey, Feist, Ben Folds, Big Scary, Miike Snow, The Smiths, Beirut, The Avett Brothers, Sophie Hunger, Josh Pyke, Gotye, Fionn Regan, The Magnetic Fields, Clare Bowditch, Glen Hansard, Kimbra, The National, Jeff Buckley, The Beach Boys, Peter, Bjorn & John, The Head and the Heart.

Filmz: Amelie, Ghost World, Silver Linings Playbook, Midnight In Paris, District 9, Perfume, Catfish, The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys, But I'm A Cheerleader, Pan's Labyrinth, The Virgin Suicides, The Orphanage, Religulous, Stranger Than Fiction, The Hunger Games, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, To Kill A Mockingbird, Office Space, The Breakfast Club, Once, The Big Lebowski, Jane Eyre.

Teeveez: Six Feet Under, Girls, Orphan Black, Breaking Bad, True Blood, Daria, Firefly, Peepshow, Game of Thrones, Misfits, Spaced, Downton Abbey, The Mindy Project, New Girl, Fresh Meat, The L Word, Scrubs, Arrested Development, The Mighty Boosh, Wonderfalls, The Young Ones, Mad Men, Pan Am, Our Hero, Pushing Daisies, Gilmore Girls, Miranda, An Idiot Abroad, Dexter, Call The Midwife, Janet King.

Readz: Ready Player One - Ernest Cline, Company - Max Barry, How The Light Gets In - MJ Hyland, Jennifer Government - Max Barry, The Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, The Art of Looking Sideways - Alan Fletcher, Snow Falling on Cedars - David Guterson, The Virgin Suicides - Jeffrey Eugenides.