Thirtythree.
I counted the number of plants we have. Because I think if you want to calculate your wealth it probably comes down to one thing. Happiness. And if you want to calculate happiness it probably looks something like this.
I counted the number of plants we have. Because I think if you want to calculate your wealth it probably comes down to one thing. Happiness. And if you want to calculate happiness it probably looks something like this.
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.
I thought I’d just put a very short update about our balcony.
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).
If you follow me on insta, you know that I almost all of my photos that aren’t of Andy drinking spearmint milkshake like a tiny hummingbird, or of me accosting whichever cat stumbles into my vicinity, are of plants. So here it is guys! The obligatory ‘spring is coming to my country, my heart, and my balcony’ post of 2016.
Last month was undoubtedly, the worst month of my Phd so far. Germany is good, don’t get me wrong, but experimental science can be the most heartbreaking of quests. The worst part is when the input doesn’t equal the output. When things don’t work, and you don’t know why. At these times, we scientists unanimously turn to our other lives. We swear to become bakers. Crochet tiny animals from twine. Start knitting, drawing, felting, sewing. And grand desserts parade from our kitchen. And the freezer is full of falafel. And the house never looked so clean. We want to do something, that does something. That produces a tangible product. Like a mobile!
Happy Hump Day! Here’s some lovely Aussie flowers mixed with some lovely Aussie woods, to brighten your working week.
Up until now, you’ve only seen a couple of shots of the bedroom, back in the very early days of its life.
So. Autumn has descended on us with its full ambiguity.