Brownies!
My friend Geoff has very recently become rampantly passionate about Box Brownies. These were taken with a Six-20 Bullseye. To convert 120 to be compatible with a 620 camera, he shaves around the edges of the 120 spool.
This is the backyard of my cottage, featuring me and Kerry. I believe in the second shot I was attempting not to fall off the little wall of bricks. I like the light leaks. I also like my cottage.
In other news, we just realised that the mulled wine we made in the slow cooker a week ago, is in fact still in the slow cooker today. We are reheating, mulling, consuming. Is that disgusting?
Jamie leaves England tomorrow, and will be with me by Tuesday night. Completion.
UPDATE: To drink mulled wine that has been fermenting for a week is an error.
Exhibition.
I am having an exhibition in July 
It is being held at a gorgeous vintage store/gallery space on Sturt street, Ballarat, Dear Prudence Vintage, and will run for a month.
I have a 2X2 metre white wall space, a bench and if I need it, a 1X2 black piece of wall/board. The next couple of weeks are going to be spent scrapping idea after idea until I can appease my perfectionist self.
Ballarat.
Ballarat.
People jump on your car when it is parked outside your house.
People steal your mail from your mail box.
You get kept awake by people cutting fully sick laps.
People wear slippers in the supermarket.
Haggard men follow you making cat noises;
and the girl with the slicked back pony tail who works in the shop always wants to talk to you that tiny bit too long.
BUT
It has incredible op shops.
The local art scene is doing alright for itself.
You can afford a wonderful place for the price of a shanty in Melbourne.
There is a place that does incredibly good pizza.
When you go out, you are usually dressed better than 98% of people;
and the entire town is a lomographers dream.
I’m still counting.
4 months of love today.
46 days until I see him again.
Probably not going to let him go back to England. Even if I have to chain him to my house.
90 DAYS
There are only 90 days left, until I see Jamie again. I’ve never been one to count down to things, but this time it’s different.
Jamie lives in Leicester, England. I live in Victoria, Australia. It’s possibly THE longest distance relationship two people could have. The last time we saw each other was the 3rd of January. He’s coming to Australia on the 15th of June. I have never been so excited about an event that is so far in the future.
Jamieeeeee come here nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Bakery Hill Bastards
I was a monster child, apparently. By Dev @ Dev-estate
In other news, I got home today and realised that the night before, someone had jumped on top of my car, cracking it and leaving footprints. This is but two weeks after my Valentine’s day package was stolen out my mailbox and thrown in the creek. ARGH. I live really close to the centre of town, which is great. Coincidentally, I also live near said creek, which appears to be some form of overpopulated haven of chroming youths with a penchant for methylated spirits and plastic jackets.
In my search for an appropriate term for these pieces of scum, I went to no other than Urban Dictionary. Upon searching the term “tiprat” I was then linked to the term “Westie”. The first, and voted as most accurate, definition that came up was-
Westies are generally found in Wendouree West, but can also be found in other comission houses in the Ballarat area.
They have common unoriginal names such as Steph and Joe.
I am planning my revenge.
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