5 days and counting.

last time i made myself up like the cover of the medulla album and stuck it on this here blog.

shall i get that crazy again, we shall see. i have 5 days to lose my mind.

Photo(stolen from google images) not taken by me. If only…

24 Hours of Flickr: Heather posted this about a great new Day in the Life project at Flickr.

Should be awesome! I haven’t done one since back in the day of Tracey’s awesome sh1ft day in the life projects.

Last of The Basics tri state tour in Sydney tonight! I’ve been in contact with Wally about photographs and I’ve got to work up the courage to go say hi to him tonight as he has requested so. I’m a chicken.

Do not post about self again.

So I went and splurged on my head. I have disgustingly thick hair and therefore going to the hair salon costs me a small fortune as my hair soaks up dye like a mop. When most girls have the little tray of colour made up for their foils, my hair dresser goes back to mix more up like 5 times. I was feel so sorry for them. Their skinny little arms folding foil madly, their aching back from standing over me for a good 3 and half hours…its hard work being my hairdresser. They need not go to the gym as blow drying my mass of mess rewards them with biceps to rival Madonna’s.

As you can imagine, for me, the experience is not the most pleasant. My head is pulled and scraped in every which way possible while my eyes are so watered by the end of it that I resemble a raccoon on speed. Its always worth it in the end because I do get that “just stepped out of the salon and I am oh so fabulous” Fructus ad feeling, always soon to be overshadowed by the “how long can i not wash my hair to keep the straightness without bordering on the homeless look”. No wonder African American women don’t swim. That’s what Oprah said anyway.

So yes, I’m blonde again, let the jokes roll on in. Scarily, the scatterbrainedness hath nothing to do with the colour of my hair.

I’m on VIRB now. I’ll use it for the same reason I have a myspace account…photography. Its a lot prettier and easier to navigate than myspace. Check it out and add me as a friend.

Sean and I just got back from The Hunter Valley where we spent a lovely part of the week driving around the NSW countryside with his parents, chasing kangaroos and frolicking in vineyards. Unfortunately on our last day there, Sean, his step mum and I got food poisoning and spent Friday afternoon through to around 3am Saturday morning violently ill. Anyone who has had food poisoning knows what it entails. Sean has described as the worst night of his life.

We are feeling better now but it stopped us from going up to Noosa with his folks which is a damn shame. We had fun in the Hunter however. I was kinda hoping that a winery tour meant a tour through the actual vineyards, but that was not the case and I still managed to get a few snaps in the vineyards anyway. The whole trip Sean was determined to see kangaroos in the wild and I swore to him that it wasn’t going to happen. I have driven through a lot of this country…from Sydney to Queensland and back on 2 separate trips, from Sydney to Melbourne to Ballarat to Sydney, from Sydney to Wagga Wagga numerous times and many trips to the South Coast and up to the Mountains. Not once have I ever seen a kangaroo in the wild. Not once have I ever seen a snake in the wild(although I never went looking for them).

Sure enough, at around lunchtime on our first day in the Hunter, Sean’s dad spotted a mob of them scattered up in bushland that Sean and I had just been photographing. We scurried to see them staring back at us, when they bounded off not long after.

On the trip back to our B and B that evening, we were spotting roos left, right and centre. I couldn’t believe it. Read Sean’s blog to find out about the disturbingly mammoth small child eating snake we encountered.

See all the photos in the gallery and some on flickr .