Its not a spice rack!

In my usual style, after proudly announcing I was back to blogging I left my charger in Darwin and couldn't log onto the internet for a week.

I may possibly be addicted to the internet...

and sugar...

Anyway, I became inspired by pinterest (if you have been to pinterest this probably doesn't amaze you- pinterest could probably inspire moss) after seeing a 'pin' for a spice rack turned into a nail polish rack.

It was so amazing it was repinned multiple times and then I stumbled across Anna White's instructions for a jewelry cabinet (Anna White- Wall Jewelry Cabinet) I decided the cosmos was clearly telling me to find a home for my growing collection of nail polish. For those of you who witnessed me smash a window on the far side of the woodwork shop after failing to hold a block of wood on the band sander properly during wood work class at school prepared to be stunned.

So I went the the hardware store and spent more on wood and nails than the whole thing is probably worth. Its probably best to include the satisfying experience in the end price, that way its relatively cheap.

Ta-da!!!

I still have to paint it and put my fancy fabric on the backing board but you get the idea. Its a little wonky, but I am blaming the bendy wood for that (when Anna says to check the wood is straight, you should listen to Anna).

I'll post a photo of the finished piece of amazing once its all painted and stuff.

Before I go, I thought I would share my new great wall of tea. I was given some delicious tea for my birthday and luckily have recently constructed a shelf to house it all. I think it is far too nice to have it all shut away in a cupboard.

One day I will have an antique dresser specifically dedicated to the preparation of all kinds of hot drinks and it will be a short distance from a fire place with comfy deep armchairs so I can sip my tea in front of a fire (possibly falling asleep, possibly dribbling all over myself).

The clay bat concussed the cat

I spent the evening last night painting glaze onto clay bats that are destined to go on a wall somewhere. Possibly somewhere there are bats... or not (well there will be once these ones are glued wherever they are going to get glued- hopefully firmly since these things have a bit of heft to them. I can imagine some poor person, or stray dog, stopping to sit by a shady wall, possibly to snack on a tropical fruit, only to have a bat to fall on them... all that effort smashed). I'm not entirely sure of the grand plan for them (possibly obvious by my opening sentences), although I do know they will end up somewhere public. Which is why I haven't signed my bat. This way they won't know who to blame.

After spending far too much time with the vampire genre lately, I made an owl in an act of rebellious-ness. I have no idea what I'll do with it. I like to think that art doesn't need a purpose, although it probably has the same degree of artistic-ness as the same thing crafted by a 6 year old. Still, I like it and can always stick a pot plant on it if nothing else

Hello? Is this thing on?

Blogging is relatively easy. Blogging regularly, thats the tricky bit. Reading back over those few sentences makes me pleased the 'l' key works on my keyboard, otherwise that would just seem... disgusting. But I digress, the point of this rambling return to blogging is just that, a return to blogging. So look out interwebs, I have more general randomness to clog things up with.

But I can't think of much now, and besides that I am supposed to be doing something else other than messing about with ipad apps. So hopefully this uploads okay...

We are digging a hole, we are digging it deeper...

Ever wondered what a puppy and a senile dog get up to all day? I'm thinking I could make a pretty good guess- thankfully I didn't discover this one after dark. I would be wandering around Shanghai wondering what had just happened...

Friday 13th not just for a day

I have always liked dates with a particular pattern such as the recent 12/01/12 for example. So as Friday started and I realised it was Friday 13th I mused sceptically about the 'bad luck' associated with the date. Hah! There is no such thing as bad luck... Then as I was sitting there at work at 8pm, 14 hours after arriving there I started to change my mind.

There is no fun springing the worst ever horror movie style scare on someone when they are expecting it, like say on Friday 13th. No, Friday 13th had better plans. It would lul me into a false sense of security before unleashing the ultimate terror on Sunday night. Here I was, snoozing peacefully when something soft flopped onto my cheek waking me up. I flicked on the light to see what it was, then kinda wished I didn't. It was a wolf spider. Yep, a massive freaking hairy spider had jumped onto my face. I did the only sensible thing in the circumstances and twatted it with a handy slipper (8 eyes and it didn't see that coming).

So now, as it lay there twitching slightly you would think the excitement would be over wouldn't you. Hah, Friday 13th had something more in store. Thousands of tiny baby spiders, everywhere. I have never seen so many spiders. The were all over the walls, floor and ceiling. Now I like to think I am pretty good with a handy slipper, but no slipper was going to make any difference to the swarm of tiny spiders covering everything (no, I am not exaggerating). Thanks to a couple of tins of mortein and an hour while the room aired out and every thing in that room was either dead or drowning in a pool of fly spray.

Thank you Friday 13th for holding out until Sunday 15th for true horror movie style.

Its another year Jim, but not as we know it

What a relief to wake up and find out the world hasn't ended. I had gotten a little confused and was a day behind everyone else wondering why everyone was wishing everyone a happy new year a day early. When the fire crackers went off at midnight I vaguely remember thinking they were quite keen letting them off one night early and they should save some for new years. How awful it would have been had the world really ended, and I was out by a day. There would be the smoking ruins of the apocalypse and me saying "but its still December isn't it?" Perhaps somewhere it still is.

So in celebration of surviving yet another end to the world I was asked if I had any new years resolutions (may as well plan since we have another year now). I thought this was fairly short notice, although I suppose the more organised people out there (i.e the people who actually managed to get their Christmas cards out in the same month as Christmas) probably had them all prepared in case the world didn't end. Of course I didn't prepare, heck I thought I still had another day (and I still have the Christmas cards all ready to go- just need to get them out of the box, although hang on its January now isn't it...), so all I could think of was possibly being more proactive in getting the lawns mown before they out grow the fence and the dogs get lost the moment they step of the back verandah.

Ah yes, to be more organised. 2012 will certainly be another year, but not as we know it...