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.
What else is absurd? check here
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.
and this is Brian (name courtesy of the RSPCA), he’s been living with us since good friday but has only just deigned to come out from under the bed in the spare room – doesn’t he have the coolest eyes?
