![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Odds and ends
Feb. 12th, 2006 10:50 pmMy bathroom is so clean and lemon-scented. It dazzles! It sparkles! It gleams! I even went through the cabinet and drawers and tossed out all the half-empty and unloved bottles and tubes. I'd like to know what made me ever think I need four tubes of hand lotion. And I've learnt that Body Shop Peppermint Foot Lotion turns a most unappealing shade of yellow after five years at the bottom of a drawer. Anyway, I am feeling most smug and righteous right now. Next weekend: the pantry. The week after that: the wardrobe. I may be quite some time.
My weather station has confidently predicted rain for the last two days, despite cloudless blue skies. I've just noticed that it has finally conceded defeat and is now giving a sulky reading of "night" (which is not even a weather pattern, really). I suppose it's hard to be accurate when your only options are night, sun, cloud, rain and snow.
This weekend the City by the Sea has been celebrating the annual Wunta (rhymes with SOON-tah, only with a shorter "oo") festival. Wunta a word from a local Aboriginal language, which means "the summer tourists have gone home and the traffic is back to normal, hooray!" All day I've been pottering about the house, listening to snatches of the foreshore jazz festival carried north by the wind. I've just stood out on the front verandah to watch the firework display on Cannon Hill*. I'm now officially over fireworks; they're no fun if you can't let them off yourself.
Finally, look at this handmade "vintage image" jewellery that was mentioned in the paper today. So lovely and want-ish.
* Cannon Hill is so named because it has a cannon on it. Of course. It was put there as a defensive measure during the Crimean War, in case the Russians attacked Australia. Because, obviously, if they did, they'd do it from the south. ;-)
My weather station has confidently predicted rain for the last two days, despite cloudless blue skies. I've just noticed that it has finally conceded defeat and is now giving a sulky reading of "night" (which is not even a weather pattern, really). I suppose it's hard to be accurate when your only options are night, sun, cloud, rain and snow.
This weekend the City by the Sea has been celebrating the annual Wunta (rhymes with SOON-tah, only with a shorter "oo") festival. Wunta a word from a local Aboriginal language, which means "the summer tourists have gone home and the traffic is back to normal, hooray!" All day I've been pottering about the house, listening to snatches of the foreshore jazz festival carried north by the wind. I've just stood out on the front verandah to watch the firework display on Cannon Hill*. I'm now officially over fireworks; they're no fun if you can't let them off yourself.
Finally, look at this handmade "vintage image" jewellery that was mentioned in the paper today. So lovely and want-ish.
* Cannon Hill is so named because it has a cannon on it. Of course. It was put there as a defensive measure during the Crimean War, in case the Russians attacked Australia. Because, obviously, if they did, they'd do it from the south. ;-)
