The First Year Is Paper

There was a late night cheeseburger. There was sixteen paper cranes tacked to my roof in the morning. There was love. There was Weetzie Bat dancing 1989, and she was the first one. There was a hug, and a kiss, and an early start. There were pancakes that tasted like a Jack Johnson song, stacked white like fluffy clouds with piled with banana chips, caramel sauce, walnuts and vanilla bean labna, down by the ocean. There were markets; fake cakes and real ones, long dresses and knits and cowboy boots. There was holding hands, shared secrets and more kisses. There was Sheppard’s pie, and a hint of sunshine. There were balloons, and paintings, and gardens you could hang from the ceiling and ceramic paper cups. There were many trams, and many dark clouds, but it didn’t matter because there was love. There was a dinner in a warm, familiar place, where music lived, and where people came to share their interest in it over beer and simple food. There was a Seeker, and a Lover, and a Keeper. There were hugs so tight I felt safe even though there was no air left in my body. There was a mysterious detour towards the gardens. There was a hotel with high ceilings and a fireplace, owned by a lover of the Rolling Stones. There was origami lotus flowers, a puzzle and a bow tie. There was tea, and there was love.
And now every time I walk into the room, I cannot help but smile, for the sixteen paper cranes still float above my head, and now there are precious words scattered lovingly like confetti.

Not Fade Away

I haven't been very active internets wise, I'm ashamed to say, because I'm waiting for a new power cable for my laptop to be delivered *sigh*. Oh how the young are so dependant on technology; it is our glory and our curse. I'm still working, but I've had to resort mostly to the use of pen and paper, which I have found to be gradually more theraputic than tapping away incessantly at the keyboard; I'm also a lot less distracted without tumblr, facebook, or youtube at my fingertips haha.



So in my absence, I leave you with something that is exponetially cooler than anything I could write, make or have to say, because it's Florence singing Buddy Holly in a grave yard dressed in day of the dead skeleton makeup.

One day...

Brain Kingdom

Today I went with my friends Laura and Eleanor to the Melbourne Museum. We had a lovely day exploring each room full of mineral crystals, taxidermy animals, pickled brains, creepy crawlies and skeleton replicas, dodging hyperactive children, prams and collections of live spiders, eating frog in a pond and feeding our brains and imaginations. It was really fun, but I'll have to go back again because we didn't make it through all the rooms.

In the Animal Room, they had a whole collection of specimens and drawings from John and Elizabeth Gould, a husband and wife team of ornithologists that were revolutionaries in their field. I recognized these paintings as soon as I saw them, but it wasn't until today that I really got to appreciate their beauty. If I had any artistic talent, this is the kind of job I would want.

Just Love

Today I was lucky enough to attend the wedding of my dear friend Stephen and his beautiful new wife Carolyn Booth :) It was my first non family wedding, and it was a beautiful event; it was just so nice to bask in their genuine love and respect for each other, and to share the day with them. I don't have any photos to poach as yet, so here are some pictures of some great romances from random movies and tv shows that I like.

 

In between the ring ceremony and the reception, Ruby and I snuck into an op shop in Croydon and bought some more tapes for her car; I ended up buying a tape of "The Head on the Door" by the Cure, and I've already listened to it twice since I got home. I forgot how much I love these guys.