TIE-DYING BONANZA

Yes I am well aware that I have been a slack blogger and therefore dismal friend but let's move past that.

This afternoon I TIE-DYED!!!! A hyphenated word that yells out fun!

My uni soccer team, 'Unbalanced Funk', have settled on tie-dyed shirts in order to be a greater distraction. Running up and down the field in bright colours to divert attention is the best strategy we have come up with thus far.

I feel like I have had a deprived youth. With ex-hippy parents and a colourful upbringing involving regular trips to Nimbin and Byron Bay you would think I would be a connoisseur in the art of tie-dying. This would be a big fat lie because apart from the one time I was assigned official rubber band tie-er when dying our school shirts I have never had a crack at it.

So this could be a terrible disaster but we shall find that out in 24 hours. That  is plenty of time for me to praise myself on my work before finding out it was a fail.

Art

It almost shames me to say that i am not exactly a great lover of visual art. Sure it is pleasing to the eye but I can't seem to appreciate a brush stroke and the use of light and shade to a serious extent. But every now and then a photograph, a drawing or a painting really smashes me in the face and eternal love is born. This happened today while scrolling through my mothers photos on picassa. I have no clue who painted it or when it was painted. All I know is it is glorious. The vibrant colours, the way that the paint has been positively lathered on, the childlike illustration. Doesn't it just fill you up with happiness? So here it is for you all to enjoy just as much as I have.