Sunday, 1 July 2012

Trae Harris

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A post about Bras.

I have a love hate relationship with Bras. They fulfil my penchant for matchy matchy accessories but they also screw me over, because I like to wear backless/sideless/seethrough things which ultimately leave be in a bra quandry (which normally ends up in me not wearing one). Then about a month a go, I was with friends getting ready to go out, when my skinny friend X had a new dress with a really schweet back that was all criss crossy and nice, and was clearly beggin for a braless night on the town. So she was just trying to figure out what to do when I suggested she shouldn't wear one (imho the dress was tight enough, and she was skinny enough, to get away with it). This resulted in me recieving a "oh no she dideent" look from my friends.
"It's disgusting" said one, "I can always tell when someone doesn't wear one, it just looks slaggy" said the other. "MEh" I shruggged. WHAT IS THE BIG DEAL?? THEY ARE LUMPS OF FLESH. Thinking about it, maybe it is my problem, am I just overly comfortably/bit of an extrovert? No... there is definitely more to this isn't there? Why do we consider bra's to be protection? Protection against what? Most of the young women I know do not have enormous boobs.....We wear THE SKIMPIEST dresses, but are then horrified by the prospect that we might have a Janet Jackson esq moment? What is wrong with nipples? Why can we be sexual, but not that type of sexual. Since when was there a "right and wrong" type of sexual metaphor?
When I was younger I used to know a girl who used to wear bras in bed "just in case", but was also one of the first girls I know to start sleeping with her boyfriend. Isn't this a bit of a strange paradigm? Girls are petrified of the notion of free breasts or nipples showing, but are increasingly more sexual. Is it a desire to revert to a angelic state of gangly girlness, a sign that their sexualisation is something not totally normal? Perhaps the bra as sexual/humilatory protection metaphor is a symbol of the quandry in which young women are now placed.

Pretzels for my homeboy

Making dream catchers for my friends

Wednesday, 27 June 2012

So beautiful

Located in Crossville, Tennessee, the Minister’s House took Horace Burgess 14 years to build around an 80-foot-tall white oak tree, with a diameter of 12 feet. The wooden edifice itself is 97-feet-tall and it’s supported by six other strong trees that act like natural pillars.
Burgess says he started working on this giant treehouse after he had a vision back in 1993. God spoke to him and said: “If you build me a
treehouse, I’ll see you never run out of material.” And so he spent the next 14 years building God’s treehouse, using only salvaged materials, like pieces of lumber from garages, storage sheds and barns. So, as far as Horace is concerned, God did provide him with all the materials he needed.
Although he never bothered to measure Minister’s House (he estimates it must be about 8,000 to 10,000 square feet), he did count the nails he had to hammer into it, 258,000. It cost the 56-year-old landscape architect around $12,000 to construct the world’s biggest treehouse.

400-500 people visit Minister’s House every week, most of them tourists from out of state who heard about a 10-story-treehouse somewhere in Tennessee.


Found some old pancake mixture this morning.

Amazing how such simple ingredients are so yummy.

I find that the best part

About getting other people presents

Is definitely

The wrapping.

Happy Birthday Mum.