Bet you all thought I'd died...

Suddenly struck by fear that my blog was dying, I've sat down (ok, actually I'm lying on my stomach, but lets not get too picky about the details, yeah?) to compose something which resembles a sensical (but probably not sensible) blog entry. It so happens that I have returned from New Zealand, despite various forces conspiring to keep me there (e.g. mad woman terrorists with knives and bombs, Christchurch bus drivers, gravity... the list is nigh on endless). Beads and I at the moment really need to get reacquainted - I can see them all sitting over there on the table (Hi guys!), but really don't have much motivation to start making anything. Forcast for new creations isn't looking great either, with general apathy being predicted for the next few days and the long-term forcast showing the beginning of university semester looming on the horizon. Meanwhile there's another part of me going, 'well yes, those are wonderful excuses and all, but how long does it really take to thread up a couple of beads?' We'll see what happens.

I've been taking lots of macro shots of flowers, for example:




Actually, judging by my holiday snap shots of New Zealand you might come to be of the impression that there are exactly two people there (both Australian tourists), that it's absolutely full of giant flowers and that there's exactly one building - the Christchurch cathedral, showing here...




...no, I have no plans to become a documentary maker.