I tried my first bubble tea. I am now addicted. It's like drinking bath pearls (you know, those little balls of bath foam you lusted after as a child but never used because they were too beautiful). The little explosions of juicyness as the bubba pops in your mouth is weirdly pleasurable and the iced tea is yum yum yum.
We have had such lovely weather recently. I've been so busy out in the garden, making the most of it, that have hardly had any time to get on here but this is a little taster of some of the things I have seen.
Ever wandered what happened after the credits began to role? Well now you know.
When I first started high school I looked at the final years and though, wow they look so old. But when it was my turn, I didn't think we looked anywhere near as old as they did. Surely we didn't, we hadn't changed a bit. It's only when I compare photos that I feel old. Photos are our constant reminders of age and I really love pieces that investigate this. Wasting time today I discovered the work of Tom Hussey. His fantastic series, Reflections, portrays old people looking at their younger selves in the mirror. They're something magical about them that made me stare for what seemed like hours. Each image has a story to tell, a story of a life.
There is a man called Jim. He paints things. In paint.
He encourages perfect strangers to make demands of his artistic ability and never fails to perform. Here are some of my favorites. To discover yours, find him on facebook and maybe even suggest something.