House bling

Despite my natural stinginess, about once a year - around this time - I get all home-nest-feathery or some shit, and go and buy some kind of homewares. Last year it was a second-hand microwave. After both of my beautiful 50-yr-old vintage chrome toasters broke down irrepairably, this year it was a new toaster (see pic). Ain't it purty, Cleetus. It was on sale... at Briscos, of course. (Ooohhh now I've gone and revealed my class-roots. Bad move.)

As if to celebrate this wonderful addition to the house, my oldest and most dearly-loved trichocereus decided to bloom. Ain't it purty, Cleetus. You can click on the pictures to see enlarged versions of them. And no, in case you were wondering, this one's not a "San Pedro" - rather, it's Trichocereus scopulicola. The flowering is also usually a once-a-year event (conditions in Wellington, NZ not being the most ideal for the poor bugger), and normally the flower only lasts one day - especially if its FUCKING RAINING LIKE IT SEEMS TO BE INSISTENT ON DOING TODAY.

Sorry.

I love it when plants and animals do stuff and suddenly get themselves all tricked-out and pimped-up - it's a kinda nice to imagine that I live in a world that is much more wild than this mundane one I seem to spend most of my days in.

For an Xmas present to myself, I bought myself a new strap for my bass. I got it from the maker, on TradeMe, and it was an incredible bargain. The strap arrived yesterday, and it's really beautiful. Click on the picture to link through to the TradeMe auction - and witness the motherfucken fitness. If you're after a new strap for your instrument, I couldn't recommend this guy highly enough - let me know and I'll put you in touch.

Finally, my summer-project - of completely cleaning and reorganising my flat - is nearing completion, and I am now looking for a housemate. Wish me luck in finding not-a-psycho (well, not-as-much-of-a-psycho-as-I-am, anyway). Thanks.