image from here.
6.8.11
*** an olive hob ***
As a post evening-out-wii-playing evening, I am disregarding my usual though of "is this blog-worthy" to inform who-ever reads this post that: I need one of these...
5.8.11
4.8.11
*** my bubble home ***
I have to move at the end of the month, because my flatmate aka owner of the property has recently married and is creating a nest for himself and his new wife. Lucky them. I loved this flat. My flat is my safe-place, my bubble. Despite the sometimes chaotic nature of our home, it was (or rather, still is) lovely. Prior to moving in, the property advertisement asked "Are you looking for a house you can call home?" and I thought "Yes!"and indeed Flat 3-1 became my home [temporarily].
There is clutter everywhere, chances are if you are looking for some obscure object you'll find it at our house [items include: a slackline, a wicker chair hung from the ceiling on a chain, a piano (the most impressive of the vast array of musical instruments scattered across the livingroom), an antique scale, a pan pipe... and so forth]. Not only is the place filled with sumptuously pleasant things, but it also boasts with genuine wooden floors (not the plastic laminate stuff that has recently become so popular) and to top it off, I think our street must be one of the only ones in entire Glasgow that houses balconies. [I know I sound like a letting agent right now, but I have become attached.]
I thought I would share this onset of sentimentality about my house prior to moving out.
There is clutter everywhere, chances are if you are looking for some obscure object you'll find it at our house [items include: a slackline, a wicker chair hung from the ceiling on a chain, a piano (the most impressive of the vast array of musical instruments scattered across the livingroom), an antique scale, a pan pipe... and so forth]. Not only is the place filled with sumptuously pleasant things, but it also boasts with genuine wooden floors (not the plastic laminate stuff that has recently become so popular) and to top it off, I think our street must be one of the only ones in entire Glasgow that houses balconies. [I know I sound like a letting agent right now, but I have become attached.]
I thought I would share this onset of sentimentality about my house prior to moving out.
3.8.11
*** clay friends ***
Young & Rubicam developed this "application" for hotels.com, as viral campaign. So I am going to do just as the advertisers had hoped and spread the word, because this has provided me with at least an hour's worth of entertainment. The concept is to create yourself as a clay character (a la Wii/ Playstation). Nothing revolutionarily new as such, but still super entertaining. Have a look for yourself here, go on, let yourself be sucked in for a little while.
Here are the four clay-people I made: Myself and three of my friends in Glasgow [who are not yet aware of this post, or the existence of their clay-alter-egos... I'm curious to see whether they recognise themselves...].
Fun I tell you. The joys of mid-nerd-dom amusement.
Here are the four clay-people I made: Myself and three of my friends in Glasgow [who are not yet aware of this post, or the existence of their clay-alter-egos... I'm curious to see whether they recognise themselves...].
Fun I tell you. The joys of mid-nerd-dom amusement.
2.8.11
*** little wisdoms ***
As I have (still) been far too busy for anyone's good lately, I have been seriously neglecting my blogging activities. During a brief moment of concentration lapse though, I stumbled upon (thank you facebook!) a site with the heading "Stuff no one told you: Simple truths of life" and thought it was a lovely thing to share.
I picked my favourite ones to post, but there are more of these little illustrated gems on fun stuff cafe.
I picked my favourite ones to post, but there are more of these little illustrated gems on fun stuff cafe.
14.7.11
*** Braais ***
In my "home" everybody barbecues. It is like a cultural necessity in South Africa, usually paired with copious amounts of alcohol consumption. Only back home these rituals are called "braais", for many years I have been mocked calling a braai a barbecue... The past two days here in grey and rainy Scotland have been bearable and even SUNNY! So last night a couple of friends and I went to Irvine for a mini-getaway and had a barbecue. Marvelous and so delicious. I thought the world needed to know that...
9.7.11
*** lanterns ***
I like little lights and lanterns and things on strings... I found this while browsing pinterest (again!). Magnificently amazing idea: Break open a glowstick, throw it in a jar, shake it up and hey presto you have yourself a glowy jar-lantern.
It looks like something that could have been popped out of Autodesk Maya with a glow effect stuck on. But it's real-life. Wow.
It looks like something that could have been popped out of Autodesk Maya with a glow effect stuck on. But it's real-life. Wow.
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