

I'm in Australia, where it's already Christmas Eve. The snow is polystyrene, but the waves are rolling and the kookaburras are laughing and the mangoes are ripe. Wishing you all a happy Christmas, wherever you are in the world...
x Sophie


Please click on the picture above for a comical seasonal amusement.
There's something poetic about the soles of shoes, and something oddly expressive, and vulnerable, about the backs of heads. Incidentally, in China you can buy slips of paper printed with a generic drawing of a man or woman, upon which you write the name of your nemesis, stick it with spit to the sole of your shoe and spend the day happily stomping on them. I may have made up the bit about the spit.




This is what I did with Mika's note. Our girl is now in LA wondering what is to become of her. (Well no, she's just a drawing, so incapable of wondering at all.) I gave her an empty box, thinking something might spring out of it, moths maybe, or bulging vapors... but I suspect Mika's too clever to do anything so obvious. We'll have to wait and see...
I am determined to keep this blog specific; to rein in my natural desire to meander, to avoid politics, economics, my ongoing obsession with Mark Bittman's no knead bread, my growing collection of vintage porcelain false teeth or my current inability to finish a book. It's about drawing. Which is why I'm posting this picture of the most winsome crocheted donkey I've ever encountered. Have a look at his cohorts too, there's a very endearing baby Mexican axolotl.







