Please,

Illiterate people stress me out.

Day 22 - A website

http://goodness-gracious-me.tumblr.com/

This is my Aunty Grace, and her Tumblr. And it is gooood. And I reallyy think that it makes me a bit happier everytime I look a it.
Because I love her.

Dear Everyone;

Can someone please buy this sweater for me?

Thanks.

Love, Della.

Day 21 - A recipe

Honey Joys

1 tbsp honey
4 cups cornflakes
90g butter
1/3 cup sugar

Preheat oven to 150.
Melt honey, sugar and butter together over low heat until frothy.
Add to cornflakes and mix well.
Bake for 10 minutes, or until golden.

Makes 12 delicious scrumptious treats.

3 things I'm grateful for today

1. My great big wonderful old man jumper. And the lovely compliments I got whilst wearing it.

2. Julia Gillard. I'd say more but there's enough talk about politics at the moment & I don't want to join in.

3. Being an owner of the new issue of frankie magazine. Not much more can be said other than the fact that it makes me tremendously happy just to know I own it. Let alone to read it.

Day 20 - A hobby of yours

I am one of those people, the ones who are always writing lists. I love writing lists, and if I didn't write lists, then I would actually cease to exist. I think. I write them for everything, and it's quite ridiculous as I'm one of the least organised people in the world, but wow, they make me feel good! They make me not crazy, which is always a good thing. I even have a whole exercise book dedicated to writing lists in, and when I got my job and found out that my boss was a list writer too, I believe there may have been some cream in my jeans.

There's something really really lovely about making all your thoughts go into straight lines and stay still, and to be able to cross them off when you don't need them anymore. Writing lists calms me and helps me to see properly in those moments when there is just so much going on in the world that thoughts become little snowflakes in an impenetrable blizzard.

It's just that, I like lists.

Day 19 - A talent of yours

My secret talent = being a domestic goddess. One day I was asked what I liked to do in my spare time and this was my answer: "Knitting, Sewing, Cooking, Ironing." No one's really sure where it came from - my mother certainly didn't encourage it, and looks on worried when she comes home to find me sewing myself a new apron because "making cookies just isn't right without an apron". Nonetheless, I adore all things housewifey, and would give an arm to be transported back to the 50's where I'm sure I would fit right in. I'd wear gorgeous fitted dresses everyday and have my hair all perfectly set and never, ever forget to take my Valium.

Day 18 - Whatever tickles your fancy

Something that I tickle my fancy with almost every afternoon is the site http://www.lookbook.nu. I'm the sort of person that can pointlessly stalk through pages and pages of unrelated nonsense, so at least I can justify this in the name of being fashionable. Although that might be up for debate. Anyway, it's an ace website and I can't help but love scrolling through it for sometimes hours at a time, soaking in some 'culture'. Whatever you want to call it.

Day 17 - An art piece

Bill Henson is an amazingly skilled artist. He is an amazingly controversial artist too, and I often find myself stunned to learn people's opinions of him and his work - people who I had considered open-minded and quite liberal, who spit venom at the mention of his name.

I remember when I was about 8, a family friend took me into the city entirely for the purpose of seeing a Bill Henson exhibition. I remember hearing people express their disapproval of this, and suggesting that it was entirely inappropriate for an 8 year old to see such an exhibition.

But I was captivated. I loved the exhibition perhaps more than any other I have seen to this day. It was beautiful and intruiging and like some amazing fantasy world. I sat in front of the massive photographs for what felt for hours and soaked them in, wanting to stay forever. Until recently, I had a small postcard sized print of one of his photographs stuck to my wall.

It saddens me that people can be so close-minded and so quick to judge things like this. They are afraid of unfamiliar things and they are reluctant to accept that the wrold is changing and that the general consensus on many issues has changed and become looser and freer. They are afraid to see the beauty in Henson's photographs and focus on the nakedness and what they see as vulgarness. But I suppose it is to be said that i everyone loved them as much as I do, I probably wouldn't love them as much as I do.

Day 16 - A song that makes you cry (or nearly)

Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
I hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
and needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Ouch

I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
Lost myself again and I feel unsafe

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
and needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Sia - Breathe Me