kanga cube

so smooth.

on track with seat

perfection

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thinspiration

black & white

stoner rock

current music genre of choice.


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a gust of wind by paul cocksedge

"Three hundred curvaceous pieces of Corian® will be exhibited for one day only as part of the V&A’s Friday Late Programme. The ‘pages’, which will be given away during the event, represent a stack of paper that has been blown into the air by a gust of wind. Each of these limited edition pieces is engraved and then handmade by Paul Cocksedge. They will function as paper trays, becoming a place for wandering paper to gather." - dezeen

source: dezeen

calling me

blackbird, fly

fly with me

"Gabriel Fredericks Cohen and Jolie Mae Signorile began working together creatively in Art School, where they collaborated on projects that reflected the fascination each of them had with our fear of the future. After college they happened upon vintage milliner’s wings and agreed; "This is gorgeous. We can do better." Soon after, the two began by making wings from naturally molted feathers. Each wing is unique." - magpie & rye

purchase from: magpie & rye

that's what she said

a: bites into corn on the cob. eh ... it squirted in my face!
j x 2: long pause. that's what she said.

life or lack thereof

a: yes! the post office has my large parcel. grins.
k: what did you get ... ?
a: something i don't need ... a big clock.
k: facepalm.
a: i got a trash bin the other day, too. i keep buying unecessary things.
k: you need a man.
a: this is true.

happy days

when my blogs lack emotional content, it generally means i'm fairly content with life.

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deer-lirious head

so i've officially run out of wall space to hang things without my wall looking cluttered. this deer head (from corky saint clair) was supposed to go on one of my cream walls. alas, cream and white resin lack contrast, and thus do not go well together. yes, i am a genius of sorts. there is now a hole, albeit tiny, in my cream wall. it makes me a tad anxious. hyperventilates. it's okay amanda, this too shall pass.

being the clutz i am, i knocked over half my jewellery shrine taking these photos. i would die if i chipped my beloved squirrel. needless to say, it was not a pleasant experience. for this reason, i ask you to give these photos a little extra attention by staring at them for an extended 2 seconds each. no, you can't have those 6 seconds of your life back. but thank you, it's been a pleasure.

night of the hunter

Honest to God I'll break your heart
Tear you to pieces and rip you apart

worst song ever