Evidence of life
- Should you happen to pick up the Sydney Morning Herald today, and happen to glance through the "Essential" lift-out, you might very well find yourself reading an article about DIY fashions. It has a hot photo of a foxy furry on one side and a group photo of me plus two other DIY costume-creators on the other side. I look incredibly out of place, all black-buckled and strapped next their flowing gowns, but to the extent that I can bring myself to care, I'm reasonably pleased with the whole thing.
- Last night I went over the succulent lover's house in anticipation of her return this morning- on the porch was a box labelled TO: ALI FROM: (a rocking lass I've recently become friendly with). Inside was a wild, bright treasure trove of crafty items, all of them begging to be played with and spun into projects right this very minute. I restrained myself from spreading bright, sequinned mess from one end of my girlfriend's house to the other, but still, random, unexpected packages are a complete delight.
- In a surreally 21st century moment today, I got an SMS suggesting I try to get a particular photo printed to a particular item in time for someone's party tomorrow night. Sceptical of the likelihood of this, I nonetheless went to the first photo shop I saw when I got off the bus, got confirmation that they could do it, pulled my laptop out and blue-toothed them the image, paid, and had my laptop back in my bag ten minutes after I got the SMS. I pick up the item tomorrow. I'm sure the novelty of this stuff will fade quickly, but right now, it fills me with glee.