Last weekend I did not hang myself because I took a road trip with EC to visit Anna in Canberra. It was lovely to hang out after so long, and go exploring together. It was the tea-and-markets tour of the capital.
I think it’s silly that Floriade drenches the tulips in coloured lights at night (what do you think people came to see?), but on the other hand it makes for some nifty photos.
Today I did not hang myself because the artwork Jeremy made for me turns out to be an excellent vase.
This little teapot monster is a spiritual cousin to Shaun Tan’s The Lost Thing. Its talons are forks, and its crab-claws are sporks. I love it dearly!