Poppalina

The Great Biscuit Robbery

The Before Shot:

Lovely. About 3 dozen peanut butter biscuits. Enough to feed a small army. Baked by the 13 year old.

However, before they had a chance to cool and be put away, all but three Mysteriously Disappeared.

Closer inspection revealed dna evidence.

The owner of the Incriminating White Hair was discovered directly beneath the Crime Scene; floppy, cross-eyed and sporting a tummy ache that prevented him from moving or looking anything but Completely Tragic for the next 12 hours.

Sympathy was restricted to keeping an eye on him to make sure he didn't require hospitalisation.

The greedy bollocks.

ps. I should probably add, in his defense, that thieving isn't part of his MO. Mym had given him a biscuit when she passed them round, as we usually do. It must have made quite an impression on him.

Mosaic Monday

1. green leaves, 2. Embroidery in colour, 3. A, 4. Platypus, 5. Kani-ni, 6. don't let the sun fool you..., 7. black and white, 8. Peg Bear Bossanova, 9. 30 days :: 7, 10. river treasure, 11. Untitled, 12. liltokyoshoes, 13. Untitled, 14. instinct and grace, 15. umafoto192, 16. Lazy Afternoons, 17. porridge and blackberry jam, 18. Beschuit met muisjes, 19. pillowcases, 20. physalis, 21. #20/366 A photo a day - textiles, 22. Pillows and curtain, 23. Chevron Scarf#3, 24. a girl and her headless doll, 25. Poxley twins

1. White Wall, 2. wednesday {33} birthday cake, 3. Nomnomnomnom!, 4. B & W # 1, 5. bergamot, dried seedheads, empty, 6. felted nest, 7. Balloon Wallah, 8. Avon Cycle, 9. ...de cada dia, 10. Blue Doors, Rendition 5, 11. in love!, 12. cup&saucer1, 13. Untitled, 14. Estrella, 15. organic cinnamon mints..., 16. Chai Spice Macarons, 17. sparkles, 18. Pink door, 19. Stand up (on a chair), 20. jen murphy bunny, 21. Upside down eyes, 22. two, 23. New colours!, 24. patchwork on the mend, 25. liek's prize...

This is....what scares me

This.

Random, meaningless, mindless, hideous violence.

It makes me weep. For Zhonjun Cao. For his family.

It frightens me.

It makes me dangerously angry.

It shakes my faith in humanity.

It makes me sick to my stomach.

It makes me afraid to let my daughter leave the house, alone.

And if anyone's curious to know how the story ended.......

He died.

And the fuckers who killed him are still loose.

Breakfast of Zombies

Breakfast Sunday

The slog continues.

A gaggle of teenage girls, feverishly reinventing themselves on the ceiling, all night, presented me with the opportunity to work until dawn.

So I've almost finished my theory assignment, which is kind of groovy,

In a gutted, train-wreck sort of way.

I hereby give thanks for pumpkin bread and especially strong coffee,

Without which, for sure, I would not have made it through the morning without tearing off somebody's head and eating it, just for fun.

Pie of Death

Took the No.1 Johnny Depp Fan to see Sweeney Todd.

Fabulous.

To my amazement, she came out craving a meat pie.

I thought she was kidding.

She was not.

So I bought her a pie, and then concentrated on hanging on to my breakfast while she downed it, with impressive gusto.

Personally, I'd be surprised if I eat a meat pie again, like, ever, after seeing this film.

And that girl of mine is some Hardcore Freaky Kid.

Don't put smarties up your bum

Strangely, it's not the 5am starts that I (a night owl) find hard about yoga teacher-training.

It's the paperwork that really messes with my head. I will read, merrily, until the cows come home, but ask me to put pen to paper and actually submit an assignment,

and I get as silly as a bumful of smarties. Call it a hangover from My Rebellious Years.

Speaking of fools, the sale of hot cross buns, this many light years from Easter, must be some kind of record.

I bought six, immediately, without the slightest hesitation.

Well, tie me up and call me Jenna

I guess you know you've made it in the blogging world when one of your posts winds up on a porn site.

Accolades of this nature underwhelm me, somewhat. Personally, I find it sad when sex (especially sex you're not even having yourself) is the most interesting thing you can find to talk about.

Na ja. Back to love and beauty.

1. Bokehliscious, 2. someone wants to stay up, 3. E9 on my balcony, 4. lightpole, 5. Watson Kennedy, 6. 40 daffodils, 7. Pink Shelf & Puppy La, 8. stitch life and silver thread, 9. My Favourite Cup, 10. japanese doll, 11. doll - Jerusalem, 12. Katty & Kay ... Foreign Correspondents, 13. Cupcake Order - Junie, 14. Untitled, 15. silk shibori flowers, 16. New Year's Day, 17. petit2, 18. 18/366 Tiny snail, 19. button jar 3, 20. i have succumbed..., 21. Mo Mo Bear, 22. klompen, 23. Spate, 24. dye12, 25. .

1. Spate, 2. dye12, 3. ., 4. tube bracelet (15), 5. O:O:O:O:O:O:O:O, 6. Vanilla Honey, 7. Singapore wheel, 8. yellow dots, 9. 3D quilting- waffle block, 10. Petunia, 11. snowkid, 12. trains, 13. Mug, 14. Casting on a long knitting project., 15. oh! to burst, 16. pears, 17. Rapunzel, 18. the start of three dresses, 19. IMG_8025, 20. It's always this or that ...., 21. under the bridge, 22. swiatlocien, 23. love cat, 24. Espresso Scarf, 25. untitled

Summer Holiday Watercolours

Latest offerings from the 13 year old:

 

I love it when she hangs out in her Grandma's studio.

I wish it happened more often, but I'll take it where I can get it.

Well, I'll be buggered....

Breakfast Sunday

It's raining.

Rain is a Beautiful Thing in Melbourne. We don't get anywhere near enough of it.

And my baby has just announced (rather bravely, I thought) that she wants to learn yoga.

This, from a teenager who can be relied upon to mutter expletives under her breath at the mere mention of the word, 'yoga'.

A day of pleasant surprises.

And...............Relax

Is what a yoga teacher will say to you, precisely at the moment when you really are going to pop an eyeball from exertion.

But the intensive is over, and not only am I standing, I'm also a little lighter, a little stronger, and quite possibly even a little taller. And very, very tired, mostly from the concentration required, for 7 hours, every day, just to keep up. I plan to make myself a tshirt, with I survived a yoga intensive with Peter Scott emblazoned across the front. I reckon I've earned it.

It was wonderful. My back is in (an ugly process, but it's done), and no further injuries. Of course, I've never once injured myself under Peter's supervision. Only when practising alone, or with a teacher who didn't know what they were doing. With Peter, you invariably become straighter, like it or not. They don't call him The Dude for nuthin'. DAMN, he's good.

In other news, the reindeer got up to mischief while I was away. For the life of me, I don't know how this happened. There's been nobody here all week.

 

Good luck to them, I say.