my (two weeks) in pictures

no internet= guilt free (ish) cafe visits. I mean I have to check emails, right? This is a baked egg quesadilla. For breakfast. With pear chutney. Yum.

Matching pajamas. Yes, I know it's cheesy. But lovely too.

It was the Boys birthday, I blew up 100 balloons with a fact in each one. All factual, some more.. personal.. than others.

Watched the Tigers play with the Boys family. Wore a fan scarf and jumped up and down a bit. Go Tigers.

Uurgh I don't want to see another one of these for some time. K? Thnx.

Spanish Omelette with chorizo and avocado salsa. Just a regular breakfast, really. (Oh and I wasn't actually reading 'Business Day', it fell out of the paper while I was looking for my horoscope, or the comics or something. I prefer my information irrational. Doesn't it make me look a bit of a toff though?)

(Please excuse the Boy's gesture there. How rude.)

This protest march appeared out of nowhere and chanted down the street, delaying me and my taxi a good ten minutes. I didn't mind, at the risk of turning political here I do think gay people should be allowed to get married. You found someone you can love/annoy for the rest of your life, go for it.

Ooh and I won this lovely book from this lovely gal!

Is it cheeky to post retrospectively? I'm not sure. This blog is like my journal though, and I like reading through old posts and seeing what I got up to, so I reckon it's okay every now and then, when time has slipped by and I didn't have the chance. Yep.

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Hope your two weeks have been lovely too!

EEEK! I made it happen!

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This is my studio! I know! Exciting huh!

This is why I disappeared for a while, between finding a studio, considering it, wishing it, hoping it, doing it, packing, moving, unpacking, sorting, labelling and breathing, I haven't had the time, inclination or a reliable internet connection to keep you updated. Mind you that's probably a good thing. Moving is hard, and you probably didn't want to live through it vicariously anyway.
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I'm all set up now, and it's so quietly creative and industrious it makes me just go into my own little world and not come out for hours. Also in the warehouse space are artists, painters and glass sculpturers (is that a word?). It is quiet and inspiring, and without tv/ laundry/ cats etc. there are no distractions at all. Lovely.
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I've always wanted a studio. So I got one. I'm a grown-up, so I can. I can do whatever I like, I just have to make it happen. Sometimes it's nice to remember that, and act accordingly. I hope you do too.

(ps. Still no internet connected, so bear with me and posts will be flowing soon!)

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A while ago, I had a go at twitter. I must say, I was a little perplexed, and after a few half-hearted attempts, I gave up. I think I was trying to be witty and challenging in every single tweet, acerbic about the machinations of popular culture, deep and meaningful or at least blindingly funny. No one is that clever, or if they are they’re certainly not me. After reading some of my favorite tweeters for a while, I am ready for round two, with new and improved scaled down expectations of my own brilliance. If you’d like to follow me as I blunder around for a while in twitter-land and find my feet writing succinct updates about my day to day existence, thoughts, happenings and the activities of my cat, please feel free!

I am also looking for new tweeters to follow, if you email me pepperstitches@yahoo.com I will follow you and learn about the minutia of your daily life! Exciting! (do not mean that in a sarcastic way at all, I am genuinely a bit thrilled!)

my week in pictures

Singing moose.


Over a cup of tea in my favourite bookstore (text below picture reads: Pepper let himself go as the grey abyss loomed below)

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Thank you man in flouro, for cutting branches away from the electricity lines outside my house. Safer and more sunlight for moi. Awesome.
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My shelf in the fridge. Seriously. So I went to a friends place for dinenr and ended up having a 12 course degustation at a local resteraunt. Amazing. A hedonistic party in my mouth; and like any good party, I could barely walk home and felt a little sick the next day.

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My local markets now have pony rides. I want to ride the pony. Really, can I ride the pony?

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If I was that Dad and saw this, I'd be chuffed. Totally chuffed.

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Hope your week was awesome!