The Heart Is a Winter Wanderer

It's been an unseasonably warm winter. It almost seems like we've skipped the season altogether. We went from pretty fall straight to damp spring. What's the deal, Mother Nature?

I've been aching to head down to the Beaches for some time now. There's something about it this time of year that seems really appealing to me. (Perhaps it's the absence of the scorching heat or bikini-clad crowds. Maybe both.)

Since the end of term, I really haven't done much of anything besides twiddle my thumbs, re-watch episodes of Daria while crafting, and get sick due to eating too much junk food so fast, it made my head spin! (But let's not get into that on this here blog.)

Yesterday, Georgia and I went down by the water and pretended we were somewhere in Wales, starring in an independent film. (It would be a coming of age story, and the screenplay would be entirely in Welsh, but don't worry, there'd be English subtitles, yep.)
(FACT: There isn't actually a single word for "yes" or "no" in the Welsh language.)





These two ducks braved the cold water - the two of them against the cold, cold world. How romantic.







I'm also currently re-reading Franny & Zooey for the nth time. "Sometimes I see me dead in the rain" would probably be quoted in our imaginary Welsh indie flick.

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Kristian shows us how it's done.

Team Static

Aviva Cohen, freelance model for fine home furnishings

So glad this term is finally over!

October went by like a bullet. These first two photos were from the Static launch, where we had bands play by a campfire while we roasted marshmallows and kept cozy.

And that's Tom stepping on the fire at the end.
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This one belonged to the same set as the previous post:

The large globe is from the '70s and was a birthday present from Melody. The miniature globe atop my Penguins is from a map store I fell in love with in Edinburgh:

The old shopkeeper was really friendly and gave us insider tips on what to do around the city!

I've started collecting these old Penguins the first time I went to the Trinity College book sale.
Since then, I've been adding more to my meagre collection.

Most of these were found stowed away in boxes, on dusty shelves in thrift shops around Oxford and London.