What do you do when one of your favorite Queenslanders who has never seen snow and lives in a town where winter equals spring in most other parts of the world? Lock her in a box of ice and keep her warm with furry coats and shots of jagermeister, naturally. One of my favorite sisters is in town for a few days Blog Family. Last night we drank cocktails out of goblets made of ice, before smashing our cups into a pile of sparkly crystals. Then we...
Our cult family that has been following along since this time last year knows that St Patrick's Day has turned into a somewhat epic annual occurrence in the world of gretchen cello. Yesterday kicked off in an Irish pub with many pints of Guinness, a few of Kilkenny, and a couple glasses of Jameson. There was fiddling, there was dancing, there was loud cackling, and of course - the coveted free Guinness hat. After the Irish pub my mate and I...
Dear Blog Family aka Cult Clan A collection of us have been chatting on facebook about the big shoes I've been wearing all week. Today I decided to pair my big shoes with a somewhat inappropriate tangerine mini dress when I went to work figuring I was going to quit and might as well look cute. I didn't quit. I tried. I was interrupted. And as shallow as it may be, the interruption sounded something like, "Is it because we aren't going to...
My Writer friends basically get published on a daily basis. And not to sound smitten, but I do glow a unique golden shade basking in the light of their success. Because one day I'll say: "I was reading them far before famous..." All of this said, I still haven't found my ambition to submit work for publication. Not because I don't care... I mean... I want to care... I just don't think it's my bag blog family. I admire Writers who compose...
Chris and I shall continue our Melbourne trekking today. I'm happy to say that one of my jobs temporarily concluded! This is the first weekend since November that I haven't had to work seven days in a week. I woke up this morning insanely excited about that. And then I wrote poetry. tearing timorousness raining. outside of my ordinary window. i sent you sealed envelope confessions. wrapped in blankets of cause. i wanted to give you everything....