poop day

I'm having a poop day.

A foot-stomping,

tear-shedding,

rabbit-leaving,

grey-sky,

unsolicited-advice,

pillow-punching

poop-on-a-stick day.

But one day I'm going to live here and this is going to be my life and it will all be lovely all the time and when it's not lovely I will be here and I can throw sticks in the woods and sob into my dog and eat home grown yummies and drink rum and it will be fine.

photos of Dan Martensen and Shannan Click's home via The Selby

sweetbunnybutt

I kind of love Hannah for leaving a comment with a link to this post and I kind of want to kill her because I haven't been able to look at another damn thing all day.

Yes, that's a bunny butt, on a baby. There's more...... Go on........

* bunny butt courtesy of Fay at Baby and Wool.

A weekend

A couple of months ago I ordered a diana lens and adapter for my dslr. I have a diana camera but I can't afford film or getting it developed.

On Thursday I finally managed to track it down to a local post office (oh they're a bunch of bastards) and bring it home. I played around with it a bit over the weekend and while I've yet to take anything worth keeping I thought I'd share my first effort (and my easter weekend) with you.

Be kind.

The aforementioned hoaching park (it means busy people, busy). See those three tiny bundles of fluff? They're baby cows and that's a WHITE one. I'm in love with the white one.

hairy mummy cows.

'mooching in the park.

reasons 462 that I love my husband: when on the way home, on easter Friday, his woman decides that only M&S's honey roast ham crisps will do, he lets her stay in the car while he battles the hoards of people who think hear 'long weekend' and think 'shopping!'.

We have two wedding CDs, 'Before Tea' and 'After Tea'. For the first year we were married they were the only things we listened to in the car. We're trying to branch out.

I started packing for New York. I'm only taking hand luggage. For a month long trip. This is partly because I hate carrying luggage but partly because over the last year I've been dumping my clothes in the charity bin with abandon. The above is what I have left.

Apart form this stuff, which is what is left in my wardrobe when everything grey, black and purple is taken out.

I have got the hang of neither focus nor exposure. Focus because it appears that the lens has none, and exposure because I haven't had to think about exposure for, well, ever.

I'll get there though. I bought it because it's so much lighter than either of my other lenses which I couldn't really face carrying around Noo York when I'm out exploring. N is very amused that we've spent £(toomany)thousands on crystal clear, super sharp, very fast lenses (and effing heavy) over the last couple of years and now I'm buying £30 plastic lenses that aren't sharp or clear or even very easy to get a picture out of.

wings and tails and beaks, oh my.

I really want a Sharon Montrose print but I don't know which one. Actually, I really want a set of three but we're supposed to be on a diet (you know, financially) and I'm going to have a hard time convincing N that we need one, let alone three.

I love the rabbits, obviously. Perhaps a little too obviously though. Geese make me smile. Hell, all poultry makes me smile. And then there's the deer with all of his little legs who really really does it for me. Today I think that Baby Porcupine is my animal of choice. Tomorrow, who knows.

At the moment seeing as we don't really have walls, buying art would be a little silly. Which gives me time to save my lunch money for ALL THE BABEEEE ANIMALZ.

is it March?

We arrived at the park this morning for our daily walk and it was hoaching.

'What the hell's going on? It's Friday?'

'Ahhh, it's Easter Friday'

'What?'

'Easter Friday, the Friday before Easter Sunday. And Monday.'

'Is it March?'

'No, April.'

'But Easter's in March.'

'Not this year.'

'I'm confused.'

Have a lovely Easter weekend Munchkins.

* bunny by ThisYearsGirl on etsy. via Conversation Pieces

twoweekstwoweekstwoweeks

We leave for New York two weeks today.

I'm. Not. Ready.

I don't even know what I need to do to get ready. I have no list. I never have no list.

I don't know where my passport is, what I'm going to wear on the plane or what I'll say if they ask me to go through one of those scary naked scanner things in the airport.

I do however know where to buy notebooks, cupcakes, Chinese food and architectural antiques. So I'm not worried.

Today we sent a stranger all of our money and she posted us keys to our apartment to us. At least, she says she did (pleasegoddon'tletitbeascam) and in two weeks we'll be going to sleep in the middle of Greenwich Village. And ohsweetjesus I'm so excited.

*Oh Gosh picture from The Internet. I'm bad, I saved it with the ambiguous filename 'cocoacocoa'. I have no idea what that means.