shelf.

i have made a little project for myself. to take pictures of a shelf over the coming weeks to see what has changed. how things have been shuffled. life isn't perfect after all.
ishiva:

Decided to draw a picture of Crys from Pokemon Adventures. :P

This is a drawing my good friend shiva did. She is a illustrator at heart and will go a long way. :)

ishiva:

Decided to draw a picture of Crys from Pokemon Adventures. :P

This is a drawing my good friend shiva did. She is a illustrator at heart and will go a long way. :)

this is the first shelf. my shelf at home in the kitchen. i like this shelf for it says a lot about my family. how we enjoy listening to music when cooking, cooking with window flung open and the smells of mums luscious meal tumbling down our street. it shows the collectives we brought back from our adventure to new zealand in 2007. the word game in which a good family friend gave to us, sits on this shelf, awaiting more hours of use. we play this game over a cup of tea at night time. 

shelves are not perfect. they are random. a shelf says something about every family. every person. aren’t they just brilliant?

this is the first shelf. my shelf at home in the kitchen. i like this shelf for it says a lot about my family. how we enjoy listening to music when cooking, cooking with window flung open and the smells of mums luscious meal tumbling down our street. it shows the collectives we brought back from our adventure to new zealand in 2007. the word game in which a good family friend gave to us, sits on this shelf, awaiting more hours of use. we play this game over a cup of tea at night time.

shelves are not perfect. they are random. a shelf says something about every family. every person. aren’t they just brilliant?

the polaroid camera j gave to me

the polaroid camera j gave to me

behind a polaroid.

after many months rummaging through old, dusty op shops (often containing strange, yet interesting ladies) i finally DID NOT find my polaroid. however, it was through my lover, j, whom was in the middle of cleaning out his garden shed in which it came. there it was, in a white box with rainbow stripes, and the word ‘POLAROID’ written in immense bold letters. when i lifted out this piece of equipment i turned it over in my hand at least five times before i showed how grateful i was to josh. it really has made my summer.