A present from my Mum, because she knows how much I love Rosalie and her work. I love everything about her work, the history, the rust, the weathered look, how she goes out and finds everything herself, the structure and the life she puts back into old discarded objects. I absolutely love love love her.
There is a man who lives down my street. He has crazy white hair, an old VW van and he, is a hoarder. His poor little front lawn is exploding with things that he has found and bought over the years. Everyday, he brings home a new load of things, unloads them from his van and into his house or garden. At first i thought the stuff he was hoarding home was all junk, but recently, i discovered, its not. I mean sure, he also has a whole lot of useless rubbish, but some of the things he has are vintage and retro pieces, he has a few collectors items, and tons of other stuff that is actually amazing. He'll even sell some of his things to people who walk by and see something they like. I have my eye on a vintage bike he has... I love collecting things. Postcards, tins, old medical bottles, vintage paper, old photos. Most things, other would consider junk, or unimportant. Isn't it interesting? What is it, that makes people look at something, and say 'Wow, isn't that amazing!" and others simply walk right past and regard it as junk? What part of our brain determines wether we say 'Oohhhh!" or 'EErrrrrhhH" to something? Why is it that when Sarah's mum looks at her, she thinks, what a beautiful little cherub! Where as when I look at her, It makes me want to vomitt? Strange isn't it...
The Besthest Summer Evvrrr
The besthest summer evrrrr maybe indeed be 3 years away, so we're planning now. Sophie, Sarah and I are going on a road trip. We've brain stormed for a countless number of hours, every detail... Here is a not so short summary of The Besthest Summer evrrrr.
And drive an old VW with a flip top roof, Covered in fairy lights, has amazing music playing. It doesn't completely work all the time, and it sort of smells like the 70's and the beach...
Last year, I spent the year away from home, boarding at a place called Howqua, up in the high country. It was without a doubt, the most incredible year of my life. This photo captures, I believe the essence of Howqua. Every time I look at it, I go straight back to that place. I can feel the wind, and that sense of achievement, I can see those surrounding mountains, and even know what they are called, I know that area like the back of my hand! No year has changed me more than that one, and I will never forget it. It's so sad, that only a small group of girls will ever experience this, this life changing year, learning valuable lessons some never get the chance to. I will never forget my year away with my friends, the secrets we shared, the fun we had, the mountains we climbed... I'm going to miss it so much.
