Day 31. You, again.

Me. Again. With my beach frizz.

 

Day 30. Nature

Dead or alive, silver birch trees are my favourite kind of ‘nature’ – I hang them on my wall, my friends think I’m strange, but that’s OK with me.

Day 29. Inside my fridge.

Nope, not doing this one. I’m showing you a bowl of stones, that I have collected in my travels. Some from beaches, some from streets, New York, San Francisco, Sydney & nowhere in particular.

Day 28. Light.

The sun through the trees.

Day 27. Lunch

I was driving, this is what I was squirting myself in the eye with at the time.

Day 26. Colour

Pink!

 

Day 25. Daily routine.

Here we go!

Again, its coffee.

This is the only thing that ever appears at the same time, every day. Its because I don’t make it. Someone else does.

I am a ramshackle gal, don’t do routine. Never have.

Day 24. Guilty pleasure.

Sometimes Mama needs to vague out. And this is how its done. Now if I could just manage the uninterrupted part… watching this show, under this blanket.

A very funny, funny, clever, clever, funny, clever show. I aspire to dance as well as Tina Fey.

Just when you thought it was over…

Day 23. Something old.

(Don’t tell Hoyts!) I took this photo yesterday at the movies.

Introducing, Gonzo & Camilla. Oldies but goodies.

I am so thrilled The Muppets have been resurrected. They have amazing comic timing, suffer from breakdowns, get flustered, scream at each other. (Basically they do everything that could be considered unacceptable behaviour in society – unless you are two years old.) And yet, manage to further embrace difference by having a smooth talking Spanish prawn in their midsts.