The establishment of uni back into my weekly routine has settled happily, despite the beautiful 9 weeks of freedom. I feel good when I’m doing something – I’m getting excited about various aspects of this semester and as always I’m a huge sucker for photography. This semester is far more theory based which does lower the interest level slightly but downs the workload to something more manageable. Less folios, folios are fun but take a lot of time and cost a lot of money.

My current timetable has placed me with a different (for the most part) group of people which is both a bit sad and a bit nice. I’ve met-better two girls that I did typography with last time and a new mid-year intaker. Swinburne has been good for producing, quite unknowingly, people that are in some way easy to relate to – even beyond the whole ‘interest in design’ thing.

With the whole ‘theory’ based subjects, I’m finding it quite scary that I actually get a bit of a kick out of writing answers in my happy, poetic, frank (seemingly a little obnoxious) kind of way. I am very, very comfortable in writing and I’m enjoying myself.

I also just enjoyed a glass of port. If I ever wanted to go too far with alcohol – it would be a very happy way to go about it.

(No pictures on this post as I’m at my parents place and their computer is crummy, and feeling lazy and sleepy.)

Design Uni

Or the other way around, flesh in the dress, but that would be speaking of myself a bit too coarsely. Hohum. I shall be quiet now.

I talked about my outlandish experiment of seeing if I could interpret a pattern and sew something worth wearing. Here is the photo to prove that I can, although the proof was only ever necessary for my strange compulsion – quite mercifully in this post-modern world, no one else cares less if you can or can’t sew.

Okay. It might still not have the straps sewn on or the hem taken up. It’ll get there.

dress.jpg

Design Life

This post made me consider who I’d like to meet from the blogging world and these are the people that came immediately to mind.

Anne Jackson

Rebecca Monson

Makeesha Fisher

Christina Aitken (although I know her in person – a little)

Curious. Women I, in a funny old kind of way, look up to. Most of them I’ve never met. I wish there were more of ‘their kind’ around within face-face earshot.

Hmm… I never did write that post about mentoring.

Christianity Life

General

First jump over and read the post that made me question this.

Now the question.

Is fear (like that mentioned in the post – hope that’s okay to link to you Anna, I am in no way pointing out you are wrong or right, just interested.) a sin? Or, a symptom? Or what?

Christianity