Of Little Days & Tiny People

I love siblings. I really do.

Granted they are quite horrible when young. I remember when my big sis loved stabbing me with a mechanical pencil, with the lead out, that little brat. And when my younger brother twisted staple bullets into barb bombs & stuffed them into my pillow, redefining how sadistic stationery is deployed in family warfare.

Now, they are all grown up & smelling of roses.
In fact, my sister bought me a beautiful grand bag the other day. Oh thank you! Hard to imagine her as that fiendish terror she was a decade ago. I cringe to imagine what kind of annoying monster I most definitely took the form too.

Above is a painting I made for her that is now gloriously framed up above her bed post.

Another picture of the week is this.


Boats made out of the aluminium wrapper of a square of chocolate, populated upon by tiny tiny people the size of your thumbnail. Yes, shoo is at it again. Carving out humans from microscopic bits of clay. 'Ware the rise of the tiny people! They'll be up your nostrils in a trice & pulling your brains out through said orifice!

Also, MAAD!!!
Yes! More fabric goodness brought to you by the dexterous duo!

Momshoo & their knitted wonders of yarn.

Ok, I guess I'd better go do homework. Yes, blogging is a delightful way of procastinating work. Oh yes, let me type a bit more.... oooHhhfksafalbf ad fkahsdf fkjshdfa fjahsfhjaj ahahaha..... OK okaaa---aaaaay..... dragging myself to work now......! TO WORK!