Chicken bone.

The smallest things have been driving me completely insane. I'm ashamed to admit that they are incredibly irrelevant yet I can't help but think them. I continue to go out without my glasses resulting in a quite different reality. Trouble is if I wear them, reality is even weirder. Positive side is I actually see when people are smiling at me. Good thing about the week, sunny days and cherry trees.
Les Parapluies de Cherbourg (1964) director: Jacques Demy

Egypt and the cacti forest, geometrical shapes.

It's been three weeks of excessive lucid dreaming. I've been writing everything down, what's the use? probably none but, why. For someone with a terrible photographic memory to dream of colourful, perfectly clear panoramic places is at least a little weird.

Eu quero me bordar em você..

A few small bags I have embroidered this week the first two are based on sketches of mine and the latter is after Matisse's beautiful painting "La Danse" . They will soon be available at . Embroidering has been one of the few things that has made me calmer this week. Apart from pricking my finger now and is very relaxing and satisfactory.

Burn it blue.

Frida (2002) director: Julie Taymor

Parcel Force sucks.

The days are getting better. It has been sunny lately and despite the wind it isn't so cold. Regarding the title, I just had to write down my dissatisfaction with Parcel Force. I had never ever had a good experience with them. Whenever, someone sent me an item through Parcel Force, I'd have complications, maybe I should tell them prior 'Please, don't send me stuff through Parcel Force'. Terrible service.