RIP, Sid Fishious.

If the Sex Pistols had even a shred of a sentimental lyric, I would post it here. Unfortunately, they do not. So, I’ll just have to say that I loved my lovely little swimmer a whole, whole lot. He was a great listener and a spectacular dancer. I’ll miss you, my little Sid. Swim in peace, and don’t eat any other fish in heaven.

Watercolor me happy

That clever boyfriend of mine bought me some new, nice watercolors. So nice, in fact, that they’re the sort that can cause birth defects and all sorts of bad things that result from lead poisoning. You can always tell how good paint is by how likely it is to kill you.

The panda pot

A darling friend of mine bestowed upon me a pot of bamboo, much to my delight. To know me is to know that I wish I were Japanese, but that’s a story for another day. Though I was very excited about my charming gift, I thought the small reddish pot it came in was a bit of a bore. So, I painted some cute little panda friends on it, as well as Japanese symbols (the ones for “love nature”- cheesy, I know, but at least it’s not tattooed on my lower back). But doesn’t it look nice on my little table?

Hallmark is for wimps.

I’ve never understood how so many people can hate Valentine’s day, and that’s not only because it’s such a good excuse to make crafty little things a priority. Anyways, this is a little Valentine I made for my most lovely friend, Jaime. Doilies, Fun Dip, Mason Jars. Yep, I do love Valentine’s.

If only

“Imagine a city where graffiti wasn’t illegal, a city where everybody could draw wherever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colours and little phrases. Where standing at a bus stop was never boring. A city that felt like a living breathing thing which belonged to everybody, not just the estate agents and barons of big business. Imagine a city like that and stop leaning against the wall – it’s wet.”

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