I kept waiting for the pickle and ice cream cravings but all I got when I was pregnant was a craving for colours. Instead of gravitating towards blues and grays and black suddenly I was looking at orange and pink together and thinking how fantastic they looked. The other month I went into a shop filled with brightly clashing things made of felt. There were these rugs that I couldn’t take my eyes off they were made from individual coloured felt balls sown together in a circle, they were bright, clashing and wonderful. Maybe it’s a permanent change, one for the better perhaps.
If you are around Melbourne tomorrow come along to the SMR festival for garage sales, sausage sizzles and lots of great music should be fun!!
I am working on an exciting project making illustrations and animation for a director I admire. It has been a juggle and stressful at times but I have been listening to This American Life episodes while I work and it makes the hours fly by. You can stream them for free and I highly recommend it. I have also been sent on a tangent through them to The Moth also filled with brilliant storytelling.
It's so stupid one minute everything is fine and the next the T.V fell on me as I moved it to hide the power points from the newly crawling baby. It felt like one of those "Mother lifts the car off the baby moments". It is old and really heavy and I was crouched down so it was falling from above, the cabinet was on casters and kept skipping and just behind me I knew the baby was kicking around on his sheep skin. The plant skidded off and smashed on the floor I didn't hear crying so I knew it had missed him, I got the Tv upright with my heart pounding.My goodness what a way to be done in. Terrifying and all in the cosy safety of my lounge room. Eek.