The view from the giant bean bag in Villa Japun Gaya Fusion Resort, Ubud
I love my fiancé dearly but I always look forward to the odd night alone when he’s working. I plan to leave the TV off (oh how I hate the blasted thing!), read a book, paint something, take the dog for a run, knit, sew, clean my office, do a little work…. what do I always end up doing? nothin’ – watching a movie, or TV and missing him…
I live in tropical north Australia, and I knit. I don’t need scarves, or hats, sweaters, mittens or blankies; everyone I know down south already has plenty of my knitted goods. Our house is supplied with knitted beer coolers and coasters and this fuzzy creation isn’t a hat but a kitty-pi cat bed (although I suspect Brian won’t give up his spot on my laptop cover). What an earth can I knit now? it’s an absurd way to spend the tropical summertime.
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This is me – belly dancing in public. I swore when I started taking classes that I’d have fun doing it but NEVER dance in public – especially since i live in such a small town – “oh wait, isn’t that my university lecturer with her belly hanging out over there?”.
Less than a year later – not only am I dancing in public, I’m voluntarily wearing blue glitter eyeshadow.
For the record I had an absolute blast, as absurd as I must’ve looked.