.reindeer reindeer reindeer. I caught one of your horns.

It's the first Sunday of advent so time for a 100% GENUINE childhood photo. This is me and my cousin Stephen on Boxing Day 1989 at our Nans house.

.in a sweater poorly knit.

.yes MORE knitting. it's almost as if i have time to sit around doing this as opposed to ignoring the very important work i have due in for tomorro to play clickety needles while catching up on spooks. oops. rumbled.

.ps. this is a corsage, not just a bundle of wool. although saying that its actually made out of string because im like that, yeah.

.If you want to destroy my sweater, hold this tread as i walk away.

.my loverly mum knitted me this beautiful little mittens to keep my handies warm when i paint and stuff, so i decided to try and remember how to knit by making a matching tube scarf. it looks pretty cute, but i have dropped about 5 stitches arghhhh.

.Just a dog-earred page you turn back to.

i actually love book binding. i have become the sort of person i can't stand, but i cannot deny the brilliance of cut cut stick stick book. perhaps i could quite draing and just sit around making books for all the fabulous people than can actually do illustration. bastards.

.Punk Punk Punk. Punk by the Book.

These are the sort-of-maybe-possibly-finished designed for the Penguin Design Awards. I'm sure i used to have some form of talent but these days everything seems a bit hackneyed and crap. sigh. how maudline am i boo hoo,

.Rameses, Colossus. Rameses, Colossus, indigo here we go.

.embroided naval badges on the colour theme of indgo. i now know enough interesting (i use that term loosly) facts about ingido to make a book twice the size of the bible. i need mental irrigation to wash out all this ridiculant knowledge.

.get my directions and i'll be on my way.

scribbles for uni zine.