I'm not talking about me here, or anyone else that I may know who has a profusion of body hair. 
I'm talking about gorillas. 
Or, rather, guerilla to be more precise. 
Uni work just wasn't cutting it for me this afternoon, so I made up a handful of these little guys and I'm going to be distributing them around Amsterdam in the next little while. 
In library books, in bicycle baskets, anywhere that anyone can find my little piece of guerilla art and get a kick from it. Roooaaaarrr.
Holes so you can see through your bedroom floor & see the theif in the lounge room below! 
I am in love... I lose in love again!!!
Where- Oh la la!!!
Nibbles of deliciousness...
How- Lots of clothes and lots of girls!!
Ready set- GO!
Hmmm- So many possibilities and so much competition!
Changing room with on-lookers (one of whom did NOT use the fitting room prefering to purchase without trying !!)
Some of the left overs, I don't know why ;-)
An awesome and VERY successful day which I hope will be repeated many MANY times!
I woke at 4am to an errie yello twilight looking world piut my window...
And it just kept on coming... We got yellow and orange but Sydney got RED!
Crazyness! Thought a big storm or aliens... Just incase I jumped on the roof with a sign saying "Exploit me for your sexual eperiments" !!!!
The Clever Stick by John Lechner was beautifully illustrated and cleverly written. It was all about creativity and being who you are and loving it.
I especially love picture books that have a great message behind the simple text. This was one we loved.
The story was dull and aside from one or two funny pictures it's not one of our favourites. 
I am always reluctant to say things like that about a book. It takes the author so long to write and obviously they used a lot of their creative juices to write it....so I say good work on writing and publishing a book.....but it just wasn't one that will join our bookshelf.
I found evidence that Autumn is on it's way. That, and the ice cream headache I got cycling home from a friend's last night. Goodbye beautiful Summer, you were wonderful.
Today I met a man. He was sitting on these steps smoking and drinking wine. He offered me a drink, if it wasn’t too early in the day for me. He didn’t mind that I would have to drink out of the same bottle as him. He didn’t mind that he had to move from the steps so I could join him on the deck. He didn’t mind interrupting my study every few minutes for a chat. He did mind if I upset the sickly pigeon he was carefully tending. All he wanted was a small piece of bread for his feathered patient. All I had was cashews. Too big, he said. And my name didn’t suit me, not pretty, not like Ilena. Ilena, that’s what he would call me. He had trouble remembering names, he’d had 3 strokes, but he could remember Ilena. And he’d fallen a little bit in love with me, but that wasn’t my fault, he said as he kissed my hand and walked away.
The other day I had a moan, a B.I.G. moan that I had to spend my holidays at home doing uni work, grocery shopping and cleaning the house. I wanted to load up the beetle and go find some deserted national park to camp for a few days. That's all I wanted. But I live in Amsterdam, with a bike, and not a whole lot of campable national park. So the next day I packed myself a picnic and went off on a city adventure instead. And I found a big old rambly park. Not the same, but not too bad either. And then I jumped. Cause no matter where you are, who you're with, or where you're wishing you could be, you should jump.
