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Lovely Winter

10 May

I am not a cold weather person. Even on the hottest summer days, I still manage to have cold hands and feet – winter is a whole other kettle of fish. It’s depressing, painful, dark and long. But there are still some lovely things about winter.. I just have to remind myself, constantly, so I don’t get too down about the fact that springlike weather is still 4-5 months away.

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Hot chocolate. Soy chai lattes. All manner of gorgeous teas. I’m not a coffee girl at all. I want to go on a mini shopping spree at T2 sometime soon – their rooibos blends (especially ones with vanilla or almond) smell like cake!

Getting to wear gorgeous coats, stockings, boots and woolen dresses.

Hot baths, followed up by my favourite pajamas.

Being able to eat super hot ‘yang’ foods like Taiwanese beef noodle soup and not feel sick afterwards

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Getting to wear a warm, cuddly scarf! I’m currently knitting three different scarves (I get distracted) – a huge one in gloomy charcoal and eggplant for Nath, a chunky one in teal for me, and a little cream one for Posie!.. now, if I can only convince her to wear it.

Laying in bed while it rains outside with a sleepy, cuddly puppy.

Toasting marshmallows on an open fire. We don’t do this too often, unfortunately, because I’m not so great at chopping firewood..

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Actually getting things done because there is no lovely weather enticing me outside.

So many days until September! Sigh.

xx Bunny

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Do These Things. Now.

20 Apr

Certain people (specifically Megan, Nathanator and Sarah) have inspired me today. I have been feeling so grey lately, and still am to an extent, but at least I am getting excited about a time (very soon) when I can live my life as I want and decorate it as I like, and be my manic pixie dream girl self again. So here is my list for myself, but I can share! I command anybody out there reading this to get fired up, slap on a smile, cultivate a sense of perpetual wonderment and curiosity, and DO THESE THINGS. Or at least think about it:

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Wear pretty dresses, even to the supermarket. Knit a pair of mittens. Ride a bike and let go of the handlebars. Put your music in autobiographical order. Pat a cat. Bake a cake. Draw a comic featuring you and your best friends as superheroes with tragically hilarious flaws (i.e. can become invisible, except for their face). Ask your grandparents about ‘the old days’. Cut up your old clothes and make them into something new and fabulous.

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Twirl. Twirl really fast while looking up at the sky, then try to run in a straight line. Do this on soft grass, for when you inevitably fall over, giggling like a maniac. Do housework to 90’s pop music, adding in spontaneous dance moves. Go out for cocktails in very high heels and pretend you’re on Sex and the City. Forget about audience, structure, tone and all that junk; just write a story. Paint.

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Watch TV. It won’t kill you unless you let it. Quit your job. Start a new one. Go running until your ribs ache but your mind sparkles with clarity and openness. Catch a train until you are so far out of the city that you will see bunnies in the fields if you are quiet enough. Come back into the city and wander through nameless alleyways; meet the musicians that play on street corners under moonlight. Don’t keep promising to yourself to keep a visual diary – actually do it. Buy pretty shoes, then clean out your entire wardrobe until it is pretty enough to properly ‘welcome’ the new shoes.

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Lay on a lawn with somebody you adore and smile as much as you want. Ask questions. Eat the cake that you baked a couple of paragraphs ago. Watch Jurassic Park – you know you want to. Stop thinking of underwear as something that is allowed to be plain and boring. Stay in bed on a cold dreary afternoon. Stay up all night if there are better things to do than sleep. Stop listening to stupid people. Paint every fingernail a different colour. Buy a last-minute air ticket and take your camera.

If there are no stars in the sky, make your own.

xx Bunny

Mysteries of the Universe

15 Apr

Dear Universe,

Why do I do this? – every single time I have paint or glue on my hands, I wipe it on my skirt. Every time. Even if I am totally aware of the fact that I am wrecking my clothes, I still do it. Gah.

Love from Bunny

PS: I’ve been a really good girl lately, so can you please give me lots of money and make my headache go away? Also, fantastic marks on my assignments would be extremely welcome. Thank you!

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And this is Nathan’s contribution to this post:

And here is a hint about things to come, hopefully, that I’ll be talking about after Friday morning.

Cryptic!

xx Bunny

I love..

13 Apr

.. that such a thing exists as a cloud atlas. I couldn’t sleep last night, so I eventually ended up googling and researching cloud types (naturally, this is the logical thing to do..). We tend to think of clouds as harmless, puffy little things; it reminded me of how absolutely epic they can be. These are some of my favourite types:

An arcus cloud, shelf type. I actually remember seeing one of these - Australia Day, years ago, at Eastern Beach. It was insanely scary how quickly it tore across the bay.

Noctilucent clouds - these are made up of tiny ice crystals that become coated with sodium and iron, which makes them reflect light and literally shine in the night sky.

Undulatus asperatus clouds - only recently discovered. I think it looks like oil and water, semi-solidified and then whipped.

Yes I am a geek. Sorry. But hey, now you know some stuff about clouds – it could be the million dollar question one day.

… that even diehard Catholics are finally seeing that the Vatican has been overrun by lunatics. I don’t have an issue with individual spirituality and believing in a god, whatever, I do have an issue (A Big One) with organized spirituality (i.e. religion) when it indoctrinates, abuses, squashes and generally curtails basic human rights. As if the sexual abuse wasn’t bad enough, blaming it on the Jews? Are they serious? Well, I suppose these are the same people who are trying to convince the whole world that gays trigger tsunamis and atheists are the reason the Holocaust happened. At least in amongst all the bad, a positive emerges: change. A lot of people finally seem to be questioning their allegiance with an organization that is rotting from the inside out, moving away from the Church and finally examining faith on their own terms, sans sexual abuse.

… apparently Nath would like to be henceforth referred to on this blog as ‘Lord Cocksmith’.
Hmmm. Nope.
Maybe on his birthday.

… this:

… hot chocolate, fluffy socks, fairy bread, cuddly puppies, red ribbon,  snuggling, vintage buttons, wearing dresses, travel daydreams, Posietron, Nathanator, Snuff Box, homemade lasagna, and time to read non-prescribed literature. But all those things go without saying.

… that although it is freaking freezing and I am stressed out of my brain with school (amongst other things), there is suddenly a delicious sense of hope.

xx Bunny Florentine