Obviously I am not so dedicated to this blog, despite the time I dedicate to lunching with fellow lady bloggers(hullo Amber+Bawb).
Here is a photo of my new room, in Unicorn Towers. Please pray for its longevity and that it sees plenty of love through it’s doors.

Although it’s nearly over, check out Comic Rehab relapse round. Myself, Amber, Adam and Nicola are drawing 4 panels of comic every 4 days. I’ve been working on the Lovely Spinster series, it’s been really motivating!
www.comicrehan.wordpress.com

It’s like this was made for me, and I just happen to have a few unicorn heads hanging around(unfortunately/fortunately this is not a joke).
http://www.cutoutandkeep.net/projects/magic-unicorn-bicycle_2

Most of the time, I live under a political rock. I read Chomsky and try to hide from mainstream politics because they are soul crushingly depressing, but wholeheartedly support those who are able to cope and protest when needed. I am coming out from under my rock, disgusted by our government’s plans to censor our internet. Personally, I am not into pornography. That’s my personal choice. Lots of people are, that is their choice. I understand the need to protect childrens innocence, but offensive content is incredibly easy to avoid, and need be sought out. Offensive content is everywhere in the world, and I think government censorship of the internet is oppressive and terrifying. I’m writing letters to MPs and shit. You should also, if you’ve enough time.
http://nocleanfeed.com/action.html

Ponycorn Carousel

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First year of Design at COFA is nearly over right now brain is fried but I did make this. It is a reflection of what is inside my head!

spying on hiromi in her hotel

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Hiromi Hotel(IMA, Brisbane, 2009) is being slowly dismantled. This week is your last chance to check out the Miss Helen Red Riding Hood Tent, cus by the weekend it will be gone.. or moved.. or something! Drop in for some secret tea party, and wish Little Red luck on her mission through life. If your name is Andrea, you need to go and steal our son before he is shipped back to me. My lovely Hiromi will be performing and shutting up shop, so if you’re in Brisbo, be sure to drop in and send my well wishes and deep love.

Forest Canopy Shawl

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aka Baby’s First Lace Shawl. I am now completely addicted to lace knitting and finishing this made me re-pick up Ishbel, which was what made me want to knit a lace shawl in the first place. I went for Forest Canopy(nb: to non knitters, bits that don’t make sense are knitting pattern names) because it was written by the designer of Falling Leaves, which I made a year or so ago. I’d been struggling with Flower Basket Shawl for like 4 years, so this was quite the triumph of concentration and well being. It’s so wearable and beautiful and amazing and I don’t think I’ve been as proud of anything I’ve made as I am of this shawl!


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Technical specs: merino bambino 5mm needles.

Food Party!!! .

This show is so fantastic! Sometimes in the world there are things that make me feel like I’m meant to be here. This is one of them.

The Anti-Knitting-Graffiti Manifesto.

Thanks Kris.

chomp/smooch

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Ok, sorry lil spycore dot net, I am terrible at updating you.
What I’ve been doing in the past few weeks: catching up on uni work, creating an installation for Hiromi’s gallery debut “Hiromi Hotel” at the IMA in Brisbane. I had such an amazing time working with Hiromi and her special angel people, playing with friends, and enjoying the friendly laid back world of Brisbane that it hurt a lot to come back to Sydney!
I’m feeling a lot better now, after talking to the lovely Jeanne at the BMRI about our future adventures, Uni going back on Friday(we learn to use the workshop), Vanessa coming back from overseas, and many more lovely things! Oh, life.

GetUp – Action For Australia – www.getup.org.au.

Sign this/look at what you want.

How to create lace motifs — Knitty: Summer 2009.

Wow, this article might possibly change my knitting life!

Photograph by Ravi.
I feel sad that cake shop is over.
I feel happy we had a cake shop.
Our cake is sweet forever.
Cake shop was our home.
Our home is everywhere.
My love to Milkface.

Benben(my canary) and I are currently housesitting in an apartment in Newtown. Ben was disgusted when he woke on the first day to see a view of the city and he declared it to be the most disgusting thing he had ever seen. I moved him to the other window, and he was pleased with the view of the trees. He thinks he can see in the window of our house in the suburbs, and that he can see Snuffy dog(who is being well loved, do not fret). I like the proximity to friends, but I do not like living alone and I miss being on the ground! I’m using this time to prepare for the Tiny Stadiums Festival, which will be in Erskinville. I’m working with Hiromi and Kimiyo Tango and also with Vanessa, and I’m not sure how much I’m allowed to divulge, cus it is a lovely secret(there are some bits I’m not allowed to even tell Vanessa), but it’s going to be awesome and dreamy and a little piece of our collective brains!

For the first time in several years, I actually participated in the western celebration that is New Years Eve. I went out, like a good young person, partied and danced, drank quite a bit, swum in the ocean and had 4 outfit changes at the Gabbathon beach party. I did not take any photos because sometimes, methinks, life is for living, not documenting. This is a lovely feeling indeed.
It took me a couple of days to recover, but the evening began by traversing to Rah rah and Shelagh’s house in Marrickville where they made us all delicious pies, using Rah’s pie maker, and we left the house at about 11pm. In retrospect, this was a bit silly, but alas, time is constantly changing, is it not? We caught a bus to central, where we met Truly and Matt, who we did not yet know, but we all caught taxis to where we could catch yet another bus to the top secret location. It took us rather a long time to get there, but we got off the bus just before midnight and were trekking through the suburbs, laden down with our gear when we heard fireworks. It was a little bit Tomorrow when the war began, but quite cheery nonetheless. We trekked along the beach for ages, climbed up what seemed to be a cliff and found our people. We set up a little home base with all of our stuff and danced and swum and intoxicated and had an ever so lovely time. My favourite thing about dark outside parties is how people you know can be there for ages but you wont see them for a few hours, so you keep getting nice surprises through the evening. It was so lovely floating about and though it was weird when the sun rose, which is when I cannot sleep I find that I always can, that we still had to go home. And sleep.

Please to be excusing my poor english language useage. I am slightly intoxicated again. I am nervous about the wait for uni results, which we don’t find out til the 21st.