Inventing the moonwalk...

Was it Michael Jackson? No. Was it Bill Bailey? No. According to the ever-hilarious QI it was the mankin bird. This is pant-wetting stuff. You've been warned...just sayin'.

I might have been a wee bit hasty...

on the bonza shark art call. I recently stated, quite conclusively, that I had stumbled across the best painting of a shark - ever. Well, here's another that I recently came across whilst ogling the jealous curator. Hasty / not hasty?? You be the judge.

Image by Daniel Egneus from the jealous curator.

Who doesn't wish they were wearing a shark on their head?? If you have a gander at Daniel Egneus' work, you'll notice that he depicts all kinds of creatures perched on an individual's head - perhaps your favourite animal is amongst them. I accept that some people prefer the cute cuddly animals, versus the more only-a-mother-could-love-it variety. To each their own, I always say.

Cathy McMurray

I love the idea of filling a little nook with 4" x 4" paintings...especially gorgeous little numbers like these by Cathy McMurray from Portland. Get onboard - they're so reasonably priced (God love the Aussie $ against the greenback right now)!

Images from Cathy's etsy shop.

Knit One, Purl One

I've got a lovely friend, whom I met some 7 or 8 years ago while working together. After dating some unworthy men, about 4 or 5 years ago she met a delightful man who treats her like a queen, cooks gourmet meals for her and celebrates with her over their newly planted vegetable/herb garden. She girlishly uttered on their wedding day a year ago that she knew on her wedding day she "would be happy but not THIS happy"!! I think about that moment often, and it brings a little tear to my eye. I just love how satisfied and happy these two are with the simplest things.

I'm super excited to be knitting for their first child (a boy), which I'm hoping will share my birthday (he's due 3 days before my birthday in September). Here's a shot of a little blanket that I hope will sometimes adorn their child's cot.

It's just a little moss-stitch number (knit one, purl one). I love the fern green colour and the how the cottony wool feels awesome against the skin. Fingers crossed that they like it.

Grant Haffner

Road trips have never looked so beautiful...

Images via The Jealous Curator.

You can find Grant Haffner's work here.

Saviours of the Lost Arts

I've long thought that living under the rule of Brisbane City Council was pretty cool - they do good stuff, and make our traffic light boxes look awesome. But now that I've heard about Saviours of the Lost Arts....I definitely dig the BCC kids.

Images care of Brisbane City Council.

This is where the nannas of Brisbane connect with the youth of today, and pass on their skills from a bygone era. What a cracking idea. And how cute are the nifty little posters?

It really chaps my hide that I've got too much study to do right now to really get into this. But if I could, I'd be bang up for some crochet lessons - I have so much left over wool from all the projects I've undertaken over the years, and would love to use it to make a crocheted floor rag rug, or nanna-rug. Frankly, I'd just like to know how to crochet anything other than a straight line.

Best painting of a shark. Ever. Hands down.

While looking at paintings of great white sharks this afternoon (well, how else do you avoid properly listening to lectures on-line? The whole online study system is set up for procrastination and rife with people like me exploiting that. I digress...), I came across this cracking effort.

Image from Project Earth by an unnamed third grader. 

Whomever produced this one deserves a medal. Those teeth, the legs/fins. The colours - stellar. The little artist has even managed to capture a steely, evil eye in this depiction. What a dude - and by this I mean both subject and artist.

Social Knitworking

The fashionable folk at Sportsgirl featured this window in the Myer Centre, Brisbane store. I'm a little bit more in love with them now.  See - knitting is cool. As if you didn't already know.

Apparently they've teamed up with Wool and the Gang on some knitting projects and such. Visiting the Wool and the Gang site might be slightly dangerous for me. What with my credit card being so readily to hand and all...

Knitta Please...

I'll admit, I 'borrowed' that title and these images from Hanna Stefanek on Pinterest. It's just so darn witty - and how's this for a great way to keep a tree cosy??

Plus, I just love seeing knitted installations completed guerilla-style...

Stairs have never looked so good. 

Images via Hannah Stefanek at Pinterest

Emily Rickard

Bright splotches of paint? Check. Thrown onto a canvas in a spectacular way? Check check. Emily Rickard - your work makes me smile.

Image from Emmy Rickard Tumblr located via Design for Mankind.

p.s. this post demonstrates effectively how little attention I'm paying to a lecture...

The So Coal Network

Superbly cute...not sure about its veracity though. But if it's on the internet it must be true. Yes?



Found via Meet Me At Mikes

eline van den broeck

As an avid knitter, I love to come across super cute images of knitters.  This lovely piece is by the very talented eline van den broeck, discovered via {wit + delight}.

Instead of listening to lectures tonight, I'll be doing some of this.

I knew a woman...

I had never thought poetry could be saucy, until I read this poem by Theodore Roethke (pronounced Reth key - I had to look that up; ohhh the shame of mispronunciation).

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!
Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,
Or English poets who grew up on Greek
(I'd have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek.)

How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,
She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and stand;
She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin:
I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;
She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,
Coming behind her for her pretty sake
(But what prodigious mowing did we make.)

Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:
Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;
She played it quick, she played it light and loose;
My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;
Her several parts could keep a pure repose,
Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose
(She moved in circles, and those circles moved.)

Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:
I'm martyr to a motion not my own;
What's freedom for? To know eternity.
I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.
But who would count eternity in days?
These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:
(I measure time by how a body sways.)


Plus, what a cracking finishing line. I think I'd swoon if someone were to quote this to me, and I'm not the swooning type. Life calls for a little poetry every now and then. Yes?