Hiya there everyone. This is another one of those posts that’s filled entirely of photos of me and my self-made dress. So if you think that’s kinda odd, feel free to move on along. And on he subject of kinda odd. Definitely odd, is me standing in a park trying to learn how to use a tripod/selfie timer to take photos of myself this morning.
In 2009, my friends Lauren and Ashlee and I visited Utrecht. It wasn’t like it was the main part of our trip. We were doing the whole ‘2 month Europe trip’ that was pretty popular with university students at the time. When we planned it, London was first on the ‘to go’ list. Then Paris and Rome and Florence and Milan. And Berlin went on there too, but only because Ashlee had studied the war and communism in high school history. Holland was on the list, but it was all about Lauren- who was born there- and about visiting her family. Thanks to their hospitality, we made it to Amsterdam and Den Haag and to a tiny island to the north that used to be inhabited by grey monks: Schiermonikoog. And one day, with her aunt in tow, we visited the university city of Utrecht. According to google, there are many things to do in Utrecht. But I mostly remember the House of Miffy, and a museum that was displaying a collection of work by Viktor and Rolf.
Hey you guys, I made a thing! Back in the past, many months ago, when the Phd writeup was getting me down, I spent one lonely Sunday weaving a thing.
For all the obvious reasons, I haven’t felt much like talking about Christmas Cookies in the last few days. But here we are now, on Christmas eve itself, and it seems like Christmas will happen whether we are ready or not, so here goes.
I thought I’d just put a very short update about our balcony.
Well I made another thing! I may have mentioned that when I visited Ikumi in Amsterdam I stumbled on fabric market which had so. much. amazing. fabric. For so little money.
Hola guys, I thought I’d post a quick update of some sewing adventures, that I promised my sister about a month ago, and tack it in with a story about the Warsaw Uprising. My life is kinda chaotic right now ok?
I’ve been having a bit of a mustard moment recently. Couple that with a healthy belief that our walls are too white, and it seemed for a while somewhat inevitable that we would very soon have a mustard coloured living room, and a fairly unhappy Andy (I assume unhappy, because, let’s be honest, mustard really isn’t an always and everywhere colour).
In another episode of ‘scientists do craft to distract themselves from their terrifying professional lives’, I present to you my fimo flamingo friend, kindly made by fellow Phd-er, Mercedes.
Which a child tells you that their new and greatest love in the world is a tiger, skateboarding, drawing mustaches on oranges, or Disney’s ice queen, you can choose to believe that, probably, eventually, they will grow past this phase. When a grown man travels to Mull, falls in love with puffins, starts religiously watching a puffin-related show aimed at children, and spends (presumably) hours in front of the mirror perfecting his ‘concerned puffin’ look… well, there’s not much you can do except sit back, watch, and occasionally feed the flames of his peculiar passion.