Orange Sky

It's eery waking up to see a orange beam of light from the cracks in the blinds, and to go outside to see an orange sky, fog, and trees that look like they're alive. It's disappointing when the digital camera you're using corrects the odd colour scheme and produces a photo that could almost convince you that you're hallucinating. I'm taking a photo on an SLR I borrowed from my Dad, but I have to wait for the film to be used up and developed. Will there be a photo in there of an orange sky? Or did I just imagine it?

Things that make me go hmmm...

There is a hobo living under my house. Last night he broke in to have a shower. I shall name him Rolf.

And now for something completely different..

It's a race! Keeping up pace and making sure I follow the rules. We must be green, we must buy organic, we must have the perfect lawn!

A new topic

Beauty strikes me at the most unusual moments in time, and in the most unexpected places. Accidental inspiration. Dark industrial columns with just a little light shining through from the ether. The darkness promises to give way to the light of a better, brighter day.. maybe all that's needed is the pull of a cord.

He's not really a rebel, non-conformity is just in vogue...

They aren't trying to make you a better human being they are just making clones. They all wear the same uniform, think the same thoughts, and the generation that made them still complain.

Chocfest

So I have been very busy of late (read lazy), and haven't had a chance to post the pictures of my little creative bits and bobs. I am slowly catching up and so far am up to Chocfest (known to non-secularists as Easter). I'm ashamed to admit that I watched a little too much Martha Stewart at the time, and ended up making a truck load of egg cosies and gave them out as Chocfest presents. The pink and blue pair were the prototypes. Using a basic pattern found on the Martha Stewart website I got a bit over-excited with the ribbon and buttons and gave them all a bit more personality, depending on who would be receiving them.

Sticks and Stones

When your friend has a birthday and the only supplies you have are a massive canvas and some white house paint, you make the best of it.

I am going through a phase where all I want to paint are patterns and shapes, all the while thinking about what they might represent..

Me thinks it is time to start doing some more reading and seek inspiration outside of Kikki K and Ikea.

I almost forgot

I promised a picture of the striped shirts.. No action shots, I forgot to take one in all the rush to have the shirts ready in time. My brother, the silly bugger, forgot to heat set the shirts before wearing them and they ink ran in the arm pits!

A Pretty Face

Just a little something I whipped up for Mother's Day.. It's amazing what you can do with coloured pencils, scrap paper, scissors and glue.

Quality costs

I've recently discovered that there is a good reason why a relatively small pre-made silk screen is so expensive.. Home made el cheapo silk screens which consist of $4 worth of timber from Bunnings and a few staples do not last for more than 6 prints. My silk screen is all striped out.

There are two Mime wannabe's going to this party on Friday night, and one of them is not getting stripes on his sleeves.

I am le tired, and too lazy to take download the pictures in order to post them so I'll try and do that tomorrow. Despite one shirt's lack of striped sleeves however, they still turned out better than I expected.

Brain fog is preventing me from producing a more stimulating string of sentences this evening so I shall bid this blog adieu, and call it a night. Before I go I have some advise for any budding printers out there.. wear an apron, and if rinsing one's screen outdoors, don't let one's fluffy white pets walk through the run off.

Sincerely sleepy,

Jessie MC
Black Is Not A Colour

Fun Fursday

It has been quite a while since I've had the chance to contribute to the millions of pages of drivel that exist on the world wide web... Acquiring a new puppy, celebrating Christmoose, New Years, Birthdays, Chocfest, and moving house do not a good blogger make.

As the title suggests, today is Fun Fursday. It's a relatively quiet day for work, the weekend is fast approaching, and there is late night shopping. What's not fun about that? It has been a silly day, and I have a niggling feeling that witnessing the death of good English and customer service in general every day is slowly killing off my brain cells. I have a fog over my brain which prevents me from thinking clearly, constructing proper sentences, and spelling or counting acurately. It also makes me laugh uncontrolably at my work mates making funny faces, and at my 'customers' failed attempts at human interactions. So it's not all bad.

I got my fabulous conflict free 'diamond' engagement earrings in the post today. Thank you to TaiLander for putting up with my eccentricities and saying 'Yes".

Thanks also to my best friend for the beautiful flowers, and to my work colleagues for the balloons and booze. You know me too well.

I must leave this blog short this evening, my dear brother is attending a fancy dress party as a mime tomorrow and needs me (a.k.a slave woman) to make his plain white t-shirt a black and white striped one. Fabric ink takes way too long to dry, and striping up a sleeve is not as easy as it looks. I'm sure thats something that is meant to be done pre-construction.

It's been an interesting experiment though, and has forced me to make the big silk screen I have been needing for some time now. I'll be sure to post some pictures once they are completed.

In the mean time, here is a picture of the latest addition to the Mac family. Tucker... he follows me around like a shadow, licks my legs when I get out of the shower, enjoys checking himself out in the mirror each morning, eats like it's always his last meal, and sleeps with his tongue poking out. Such a sweet little thing, and gets along wonderfully with his big brother Wilbur. My family is complete.. who needs kids when you have puppies?!

Sincerely needing sleep and waiting eagerly for the weekend to arrive,

Jessie MC
Black Is Not A Colour