Eating: Homemade apple pie. For breakfast.
Reading: Europe by Norman Davies. I'll be quite proud of myself if I finish it before Christmas. I'll trhrow myself a party if I finish it before my birthday.
(Europe Tidbit for the week: The chair as a place for one person to sit did not enter the standard household until the sixteenth century, and didn't enter the workplace or schools until the 19th. It is a bad invention, leaving us with chronic backpain, which, oddly, the horse saddle does not do.)
I'm itching to design something. Anything. The closest thing in my future is the design for a postcard for my friends' father's business. In the summer, Oryx and I took a trip to Queen Street to take pictures, but I never got around to posting them here. I'll post them now in lieu of me babbling on.
(Or go see them here in their slightly less cut off versions. Since when is 500px wide too big?!)
Reading: Europe by Norman Davies. I'll be quite proud of myself if I finish it before Christmas. I'll trhrow myself a party if I finish it before my birthday.
(Europe Tidbit for the week: The chair as a place for one person to sit did not enter the standard household until the sixteenth century, and didn't enter the workplace or schools until the 19th. It is a bad invention, leaving us with chronic backpain, which, oddly, the horse saddle does not do.)
I'm itching to design something. Anything. The closest thing in my future is the design for a postcard for my friends' father's business. In the summer, Oryx and I took a trip to Queen Street to take pictures, but I never got around to posting them here. I'll post them now in lieu of me babbling on.
(Or go see them here in their slightly less cut off versions. Since when is 500px wide too big?!)
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The only time I've ever had homemade apple pie though was when Venice made it for me, and even then it was gluten-free.