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A selection of recent photographs.
Found Kanji suitable for a transliteration of what my name MEANS. Misread one of them, but think I can get the hang of it eventually when it's not the middle of the night. Am trying to get a design together to make my own hanko/chop.
Throwback to the Capel Manor Gardens field trip.
Bloated slumping Christmas elf on holiday.
The hand-stitched, hand-embroidered blanket-scarf-with-pocket project was completed recently, to the relief of my fingers.
The cause of my religious dreams was probably the discovery that god is real, demonstrated by 1% strawberry milk (sadly it has added sugar).
Found a glyph in a car park.
Went a bit 2010 and wrote a favourite quote from a favourite book on me.
Rose milk bubble tea with tapioca pearls from Bubbleology, with "facts".
Field trip to the Barbican Centre before work the other day, which was accompanied by a chicken katsu curry from Wasabi and a vague sense that if only we'd stuck at it we could have had socialist utopia Barbican Centres for all.
Practiced hiragana while I was there.
Jazzed up an aka daifuku with edible felt pens.
Found Kanji suitable for a transliteration of what my name MEANS. Misread one of them, but think I can get the hang of it eventually when it's not the middle of the night. Am trying to get a design together to make my own hanko/chop.
Throwback to the Capel Manor Gardens field trip.
Bloated slumping Christmas elf on holiday.
The hand-stitched, hand-embroidered blanket-scarf-with-pocket project was completed recently, to the relief of my fingers.
The cause of my religious dreams was probably the discovery that god is real, demonstrated by 1% strawberry milk (sadly it has added sugar).
Found a glyph in a car park.
Went a bit 2010 and wrote a favourite quote from a favourite book on me.
Rose milk bubble tea with tapioca pearls from Bubbleology, with "facts".
Field trip to the Barbican Centre before work the other day, which was accompanied by a chicken katsu curry from Wasabi and a vague sense that if only we'd stuck at it we could have had socialist utopia Barbican Centres for all.
Practiced hiragana while I was there.
Jazzed up an aka daifuku with edible felt pens.