My very Japanese outfit.
Being up in the treehouse in the Geoffrey Museum.
Cleaning the bathroom in my pants with my music playing, shaking my bum and checking myself out in the mirror.
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Accidentally taking a sneaky photo of a colleague with the flash on. Thank god she didn’t notice.
The sun came out at lunch again. Another sunbathing-in-the-park lunchtime.
Making four pairs of pants in the beautiful studio.
Free croissant for breakfast. I forgot how tasty a really good croissant is. So flakey.
A walk with Jen up the old railway line after work.
Making another pair of pants. I can’t believe how quickly and easy it is!
The beautiful studio
The beautiful pants I made
Embroidering alone to a podcast.
Geordies in the New Zealand national newspaper.
Morning messages across multiple timezones about S Club 7, Pat Sharp, a semi famous werewolf and sausages.
Wearing nice pants.
A parcel from my mum with my favorite pair of shoes and some Marks and Spencer pants.
Full body hugging.
A really bloody delicious tart for dinner. If I do say so myself.
Three little things 