navel

I have heard blogging referred to, on more than one occasion, as narcissistic navel-gazing. Fair enough. So here’s my navel. Gaze, my pretties! Gaze like the wind!

Crumb feet and tail

He makes me poke him.

pomegranate

I bought my annual pomegranate this week. I say “annual”, because… it is. I buy one per year. Not sure why. They’re kind of like a “’round Christmas” thing, like clementines and Turtles. Plus, tasty as they are, they’re a pain in the ass. Majorly labour intensive, messy, the juice stains. Plus, I hadn’t really noticed before, but… they’re kind of obscene… (Granted, they are in the running for the Biblical title of Forbidden Fruit.)

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