214/354

It's icy-pole weather!

213/365

Taking a leaf out of middle bro's Big Book of Deviant Acts...don't tell my Dad.

212/265

Chop and change. I am now topped by a red, straight-cut bob à la Leeloo.

(not quite so carrot-hued).

211/365

Ed Harcourt's voice. The melodramatic, broken beauty of The Beautiful Lie is really chiming with me right now.

210/365

Discovering $6 in the pocket of an old handbag. Score!

209/365

Being accosted with an ear-splitting version of "I am, you are, we are Australian", as sung by a group of drunken high school girls draped in Australian flags on Swanston Street in the early evening.

208/365

A fresh coat of nail polish. 10 little pops of colour at your fingertips.

207/365

Wandering around Mag Nation in Greville Street, decompressing after a particularly intense interview, and stumbling on a treasure trove of toweringly gorgeous mags:

Wooden Toy Quarterly (Melbs)
Treadlie (Melbs)
Frankie (Melbs)
Peppermint (Brisvegas)
Uppercase (Canada)
Extra Curricular (NZ)

206/365

Enjoying a pancake breakfast at my friend's house, and having their neighbour pop his comically serious little face over the fence to offer us his cherry tomatoes (extending them silently and beseechingly until one of us noticed him). Funny little dude.

205/365

Meeting a friend's three sisters for the first time - I'm fascinated by siblings, how similar and divergent they can be.

204/365

Tim-Tams straight from the fridge.

203/365

Crying on my mum's shoulder. I can tell you from experience, it's about a million times better than crying into the receiver.

Not related to previous post, if you're wondering.

202/365

Looking around at the other diners in the café, wondering if they could tell I was on a date (I've been watching a bit of classic Seinfeld lately).

201/365

Partaking of the delights of a well-equipped office kitchen - fruit, Special K, muesli, Salada's, Milo and a vast selection of tea/coffee for all staff. After having to fight for a goddamn fridge at my last job (at a major financial organisation), I'm impressed.

200/365

Working from home, in my pj's, earning twice as much as I would be on an agency job. Giddyup!

199/365

Eating blood orange ice-cream on the banks of the Yarra.

198/365

Running back through the maze at Ikea to fetch the lovely wooden fruit tray I noticed right at the front...

197/365

Submitting my first timesheet for a long time :)

196/365

New/old/recently discovered music from - where else? - JB Hifi, my most favourite Melbourne-based CD browsing shop in the world EVER! My love for JB knows no bounds. LOVE the fact that they have separate sections for "popular" and "alternative" (guess where I spend most of my time?) and IN SPITE OF their multiple-stickers-that-can-never-be-removed policy.

195/365

How beautiful are the flowers on this plant that we inherited from my grandmother? Perfection.

194/365

Coming across the Rock Chicks exhibition on my way to the NGV, and being reminded of a bunch of cool Oz songstresses from my past (Spiderbait, Magic Dirt, Deborah Conway, Clouds, Divinyls...)

193/365

Playing frisbee with the fam at Jell's Park, in honour of my Dad's [nearly 60th] birthday.

192/365

The satisfying thump of a book being delivered straight onto the porch. I love the internets.

191/365

Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow!

One of the shortest sentences that contains all of the letters of the alphabet. Much more impressive than the old "quick brown fox" line, eh??

190/365

Dreamt that me and Hugh Laurie were trying on clown outfits in my dream last night... still making me giggle!

189/365

Feeding my old boss leftover Christmas cake. The circle of life.... the wheel of fortune.... etc. etc.

188/365

Doing my first piece of design in a long time - luckily it's pretty much like riding a bike. Now that I think about it, with both pursuits, you have the odd day when the tires are flat, and no matter how hard you pedal, you don't get anywhere... but basically, the potential of forward movement remains.

187/365

Poking around the empty hall of the former council chambers in a sleepy country town with my parents, laughing at the pictures of serious old men through the ages.

186/365

Walking through the rainforest at Apollo Bay, marveling at the furry, bent over fern trunks that look like alpacas.

185/365

Being dunked by my brother in the surf, and retaliating with seaweed just like we did when we were teenagers.

184/365

Relearning how to play Oh, Hell with my bro and sister-in-law, only she calls it "Ploomp" in her very cute Swedish way.