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Sparkly Fingernails and Fairy Wrens

Dear Croc Diary, it is Day 42 and whilst I have forgotten about the oddness of wearing odd crocs, strangers in shopping centres are still giving me side glances.

red croc blue croc

Dear Nail Polish Diary, it has now been two months since I found the shelf of colourful polish on special in the supermarket and I have not stopped smiling since.

sparkly nails

Dear Internet, I am slowly replacing all my black clothes with purples and reds and blues. I have a rainbow patchwork skirt and new pirate socks and I really think the decision to wear red and blue crocs everywhere has been a good one.

A few months after my mum died, I was talking with a friend who was a few years further along in her grief, and she told me about the slow return of colour in her life. At the time I could not even think about colour, let alone want to wear anything bright. My only concession to colour in those dark months, was a pair of rainbow socks and a purple knitted hat that Mum had bought me before she died.

It will be Mum’s birthday in seven days, and this April is not as hard as previous Aprils.

It has taken me five years internet, but I have returned to colour.

Dear Grandparents Diary, I have been encouraging my grandchildren to draw on themselves with coloured textas.

Amy drew this, it is a portrait of me wearing my presidential crown.

amy tattoo

Isaac wanted a monster and so I drew this one for him.

Isaac tattoo

Here Evelyn is putting the finishing touches onto my love heart.evelyn tattoo

Enough with the diaries as I can’t think of a Dear Diary title for these next bits.

Time got away from the travelling cartoonists on The Greatest Whisky Tour Ever and they didn’t manage to make it up here to decorate their Commemorative Whisky Tumblers. So being a good friend and all round kind person, I did it for them. I thought the duck was a very nice touch.

whisky tumblers

I have a window behind my computer screen and there is an Elder tree outside the window. I spend a lot of time doing ninja style creepings about looking for my camera and trying not to frighten the birds away. I bought a little point and shoot, so that I could just point and shoot and I am rather happy with the photos it takes.

SAMSUNG CAMERA PICTURES

Our cruelty to Asylum seekers continues on, with both major political parties competing to see who can be the biggest Asshat. I think the LNP are winning in the Asshattery stakes but Labor are trying their hardest to reclaim the title.

Here is a by cartoon Alan Moir that is doing the rounds on facebook

Alan Moir

And a photo from the recent Australia wide March in March protests.

our borders are safe

That is me for the day, Thank you for reading.

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  • Elephant's Child April 4, 2014, 8:30 am

    LOVE the cartoon and the photo from the March.
    Goodness I am ashamed of us.

  • Jo April 4, 2014, 10:08 am

    http://www.laterbloomer.com/jenny-joseph
    When I grow old I shall wear purple…

  • river April 4, 2014, 4:29 pm

    Love the fingernails!
    I’m glad you’re getting colour back in your life, it will help lift your spirits a lot.
    The little birds are cute, do you know what they are? I only recognise sparrows in the small birds, these don’t look like sparrows, unless they are fluffy babies.

  • river April 4, 2014, 4:33 pm

    d’Oh! Just read your title…fairy wrens,

  • Krista Petrauskas April 4, 2014, 5:03 pm

    I believe your colourful life adds colour to other peoples lives, as does your writing.
    For me colour is really: ‘light’, brightening up the shadows and corners so we can discover what may be hidden. Revealing and allowing us to see in new ways.
    Shadows and darkness also need colour in all its shades, for the breath of value it gives us.
    I can’t imagine a world without Monet, Van Gogh. Rembrandt, Leonardo, Moir, Greg Daly , Pippin Drysdale, Jennifer Lee, Jill Perryman and the rest.
    As for the wider world, we just keep plugging on and hope like mad for better things to happen and new outcomes, phoenix out of the ashes.
    We have causes to fight for.
    Family and our children and their children keep our priorities clear even if it gets really difficult.
    I think you have nurtured an amazing family, from the youngest to the oldest.
    Wishing you hope and colour, from the brightest to the most subtle, glorious to the subdued.
    Song for the day – “Not easy being green”. as sung, by Kermit

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