from the fourth.

 

Maybe it's only the dusty heat or re-discovery of favorite mission shoes in the back of my closet, but I'm craving Indonesia these days and there's not a lot I can do about it. Except maybe wear said shoes in said heat (done and done), and also: avocado juice.

In saucepan, combine water and sugar and heat until sugar dissolves. Remove from stove top and allow to cool. Combine avocado flesh, milk, and vanilla extract in blender and blend until smooth—more milkshake-style than your typical juice consistency. Add sugar-syrup to taste (let's be honest; I usually use it all) and grated ginger if you care for that sort of kick.

Chill an hour before serving. Tall cold glass and chocolate syrup to top it off.

They said draw your favorite animal and I guess what they were looking for was fox or otter or pangolin (these are all true), but if you know Truly you'll understand.

Yesterday, while marking up my sketchbook with sharpies to finish a design project, I realized that I don't draw enough. I also don't blog enough. Considering the genuine bliss and zip that both of these efforts bring me, this is doubly sad. 

So here's the compromise: a thirty day drawing challenge. Day One: yourself.

And, since I was sitting at my kitchen table eating tapioca out of a coffee cup when I made this decision, here I am sitting at my kitchen table eating tapioca out of a coffee cup. Plus a crown of flowers in honor of June, which has been for me a month of magic from day one and counting.

send her victorious.

The facts are these: I have a really stellar mum who a) not only tolerates my eccentricities (I speak in accents, mostly British/Commonwealth, when especially happy) but b) often encourages them. Like last week, when we kind of sort of laughed about celebrating the Queen's Diamond Jubilee and then, around two o'clock that Saturday afternoon, suddenly realised COR LOVE A DUCK WHY WOULD WE NOT CELEBRATE THE QUEEN'S DIAMOND JUBILEE?!

So I cut a quick stamp and scrawled out a dozen invites while my sister whipped up the trifle and my mum and I set about transforming the backyard and seven hours later we had a party full of people from all sorts of places but one common love. Hail Britannia, indeed.

The good news for those of you who may have missed out on such an occasion is that while the official party played out last weekend, the Jubilee celebrations last until the end of the year and you can join in when you like, where you like, and as you like. Not convinced? Spend some time with the best of the best over at our party playlist and you might just change your mind.