Mmm I do.

This is without a doubt my dream beyond dream of a wedding. A rustic shed... lanterns...balloons...hand made decorations... traditional white...subtly colorful...bridesmaids who look like they've walked off the set of Hair Spray...flower girls with blue hair...colored stockings...white ankle socks... confetti...gelato...cup cakes...muesli....peanut butter...food fights...things drawn and written on windows... absolute perfection of a dream filled day. 

On this topic, I would also like to note that I would not mind at all being proposed to in a card if it was made by Able & Game

Dzama and Drawing.

Inspiration and all that. 

A Doughnut's story.

Doughnuts. 

Haven't left my mind for quite some time...and now I've found this guy.

I'll never leave him.

Jelly.

 Gourmet doughnuts.

Jelly Modern Doughnuts.

 Food orgasm. Yes.

Turn it.

I'm sure this would turn Alfred Hitchcock on. 

Lets go.

Fly a Kite. And yes, it is a cure for the worst of moments in your life. 

(also, gawd I love New Zealand,  so gorgeous here.)

Quiet company.

Study me Music.

I can not stop playing this song.

 Potentially reasoned by the fact that I'm in my exam time.

However, I have finally brought myself to the library where I am "studying" listening to this.

Not a good idea.

So I'm forcing myself to change between youtube tabs of these better studying alternatives;

Hopefully they help you m'cheres.

Happy studying.

Entirely Helpful.

So get this, a small family owned grocery store on the verge of shutting down had the most fabulous thing happen to it.

A group of artists living in New York found out and decided to buy everything in the store.

The entire store.

Everything.

 They then went on to sell the items online in ridiculous ways- $75 for an orange lighter, inside a plastic cube. All in an attempt to "question our perceptions of value and celebrate the Art of Convenience”. But the main point of this is...how people are still capable of doing awesome and incredible things for other human beings. And that’s pretty damn lovely.



Go Fish.

From Dating to Diana.

I feel like I let my last post get a bit carried away considering my posting really is about all things lovely. And whilst my love for blogger Apocalypstick is nothing but awesome love, it may stray from the word 'lovely' a tad. Then again lovely is what you make it. Not much sense in defining things a lot of the time. 

So a new lovely love of mine is...

MY DIANA.

My wonderful friends noticed my post from a while back about lomography cameras 

and being the lovely people that they are, made my wish come true and bought me one. 

It hasn't left my side. 

THE TEN GOLDEN RULES

[as told by Lomography]

---

1. TAKE YOUR CAMERA EVERYWHERE YOU GO. 

2. USE IT ANY TIME – DAY AND NIGHT.

3. LOMOGRAPHY IS NOT AN INTERFERENCE IN YOUR LIFE, BUT PART OF IT 

4. TRY THE SHOT FROM THE HIP

5. APPROACH THE OBJECTS OF YOUR LOMOGRAPHIC DESIRE AS CLOSE AS POSSIBLE.

6. DON'T THINK (WILLIAM FIREBRACE)

7. BE FAST. 

8. YOU DONT HAVE TO KNOW BEFOREHAND WHAT YOU CAPTURED ON FILM. 

9. AFTERWARDS EITHER. 

10. DON'T WORRY ABOUT ANY RULES.  

Sunday is a day for a Date.

Tonight was perfect. 

This morning I wanted the weekend to never end.  But then i remembered how much I love Sunday dates... So tonight: Japanese. 

A Sunday dinner date. Simply the best.

 I can't do justice to the mood I'm in right now. Everyone should go out on dates like that more. Just innocent meals with the wharf as a view and conversation containing nothing but perfection.

 It's the Sunday part that makes it so perfect. Everything's easy on a Sunday. Think about it. It is. Always. 

 On this note, what follows is how to have a proper date.  You know, that girl and guy cute thing- or girl and girl, guy on guy- what ever, just ya know, that sort with those intentions of that kind you know...

Anyway, read if you want to learn about what a proper  date should be like....

"We will meet at a restaurant and it will be a fucking classy joint. And we will maybe have a drink at the bar first so I can get all flirty and touch your shoulder and laugh and maybe even do my Blanche impression. Yes, Blanche from the Golden Girls, and yes, it is a great

impression.

Let me tell you this right now: you will pay for dinner. Yes, I said it. You are a man. I am a

woman. I am a hot woman. I am a sexy funny awesome hot woman. I am not paying for dinner. I am not going to split it. I am not going to do any of that shit. Because earlier that night I blow

dried my hair, put on make up, squeezed my ass into a stretchy American Apparel dress, and shaved everything. And you’re a man. I don’t care that Beyonce is running around in a leotard shouting at us to be proud single ladies: You. Are. Buying. Dinner.

You are required to treat me like Audrey fucking Hepburn on this first date.

By which I mean do not be a douchebag. Be a gentleman. Pretend that the entire date

has Camera Obscura as the soundtrack. Is that fuck music? No, it is not fuck music. It is clean and beautiful and adorable. Like our first date.

Do not invite me your place afterwards for “tea” because that’s bullshit.

You may suggest going to a bar afterwards or a cafe for dessert. That is totally acceptable and totally adorable.

You are going to kiss me at the end of this date, motherfucker. It is going to be so fucking pure and awesome that I should be able to hear Sixpence None The Richer playing in my head while it’s happening.

You will then make plans for the second date, right there and then. You will not say, “I’ll call you.” You will not say, “I’ll text you.” And under any circumstances will you NOT say, “I’ll facebook you.” If you say that I will facebook your FACE.

Because then I will not be able to stop thinking about you. I will be reminded of you every time I see a green M&M or an advertisement for 1-800-CLOSETWORLD. Why? Because we will have private jokes about these things. I will facebook stalk you and look at all of your photos and imagine me in them. I will never, ever tell you this. And then on the next date I will kiss you so fucking hard your face will FUCKING SHATTER. CAN YOU DEAL WITH THAT SHIT?"

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This girl...

How To Get Over A Break-Up from Almie Rose on Vimeo.

Not someone; you.

Holidays.

Shots.

Great sunglasses.

Crushes.

Flirting.

Not flirting.

Walking someone home.

Not being good at this.

Skinny dipping.

Disaster.

Need.

Lost.

Rules.

Chances.

Skinny dipping.

No skinny dipping.

Just friends.
You.
One day.
Every year.

Not my type . Exactly your type.

Love someone, don't like them.

Love.

What ever happens tomorrow we have today.

Albeit a Journey.

What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven't happened yet...

Away we go.

Ring-a-ring-a-nose-e

Remeber my post about Cuba st boys and their outbreak of moustaches?

 Well now it's pierced ears.

The rings. 

They're everywhere. So 90s punk.

Do we like?

Obviously floating a lot of boats.

The Cocoon and two Butterflies.

So I've been "holding my breathe" as she said to do ...

"i have to tell you i have a something film in the works. hold your breath until then, because i promise it will be worth it."

And it's finally come...my absolute favorite film artist- the teenage gypsy Nirrimi and her Cacoon. It's only a short version of the film but i like it. a lot.

Follow what can't leave.

I know I've been posting a lot of songs lately...

but I just can't help it. 

This Rosie and me...

I can't stop listening to it.

And I can't stop drawing the bird and whale everywhere.