Photo Projects - Week One

New yair, new hear.

I said I would cut all my hair off ...



But part of me never thought I would.





Note: The last time I had hair at my shoulders (AT, not ABOVE) I was 11. Eleven. Or twelve. I forget but it was definitely OVER A DECADE AGO.
Crazy.

The year changed when I wasn't looking.

Note: I have written these after a very full (thank you, oh darling husband of mine) glass of white wine, after a day where all I managed to eat was ... 1 (one) Pinky Bar, 1 (one) Mint Humbug and 2 (two) Grape Mentos*.

1. Take a photo every single day. Doesn't matter which camera or what it is of. Just take one. At least.
2. Take a self portrait ... often. I don't want to restrict myself to daily (giving in to my self-loathing streak) but weekly would be interesting. Yes! Weekly. On a Monday.
3. Print photos! maybe make a photo book of my (our) travels. Get some kind of hard copy version of my photos!
4. (as always ...) Try to be happier.

I hate New Years in general. But 2007 was pretty amazing and I believe that 2008 can only be better. Going by last night? It really really will be.


*Anyone who knows which book I am referencing gets my undying admiration.

Christmas at the family ... ... ranch (?)

This year the run up to christmas has been all about wrapping presents, drinking wine, ever-so-much sun, family decorations, watching Q.i., making Candy Cane Biscotti, and herding runaway caterpillars.





Delicious.



Our tree is a family history of christmases.
Ever so old baubles made by my grandma using sequins and polystyrene balls. And a crochet angel from which the starch has disappeared.



She now appears to be sleeping. Yawning. Not exactly caroling.

2007 Decorations:











Rogue Caterpillars!







And scary scary decorations in the mall.
Well, mainly just the one extra scary decoration:



Ugggh.
It's all I see when I close my eyes!







(much better)





This morning my sisters and I all got up at different times and didn't really see each other before leaving the house.
About an hour after we'd been all home together we kind of looked at each other and realised:



We'd all managed to choose some kind white tee shirt and jeans.
Spooky in a not very interesting kind of way.

Out of Character

Remember when I told y'all about all the hundreds of photos I had to post?
And how I actually would post them?
Oh, that was fun. The tiny glimmer of hope that I might emerge from my camera-blind haze and put photos up in an organised manner.

Don't get me wrong. I do still intend to.
Perhaps after Christmas.
To tide you over, here are a few of my favourites:

Hong Kong































Auckland















And now, I am in Wellington and Craig is in Auckland and the freedom is a little spooky.
We haven't spent this long apart since ... June 2004.
In the last year we haven't spent more than say, the day, apart.