Thursday/thirst day

This past week, I traded my winter parka with... nothing! No extra layers beyond the sundress - insanity!
Despite how wonderful it is to see the effects of sunshine on people's demeanours (cheery people outdoors! bright coloured outfits!), it is a bit disconcerting to think about as it is only MARCH, and the weather people are already discussing humidity! Plus, this whole thing about zombie children in Uganda and the season finale of The Walking Dead - ugh. Where is the world going to?
But life has been [extra] hectic lately. And this fun little cover has been soundtracking every bit of it, adding some positive vibes to balance out the nutty-ness!

Talent-vines Day

This week is all about the lurrve (or more accurately put, the overrated and exhausting romantic connotations brought about by this "holiday") -- being in favour of/against it.
On Tuesday, I went to this Valentines gig at Oz Studios. Tonight, Static Zine & The Continuist are hosting an Anti-Valentines party. Two extremes that cancel each other out.

interruption of regular programming: Oxford in the summer (Nostalgia 2012)

Eighteen days into 2012 and still no blog update, so here's one.

Marie, Jan 2012

Sitting here at Wymilwood with Marie, who is now reading about incest and the social ostracism that follows after (for her American Lit class) -- typical Wednesday afternoon.


And now some photos from our Christmukkah brunch:

Selina's Christmas cape

Margaret

We got crafty and made paper snow flakes.

David's paper Star of David

It took him 6 attempts to get this right. #Respect.

Christmas village

The holidays were great, but I'm glad to be back on the swing of things... I think.

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.