207/365: Perfect match
17.6.09
Not that I believe there's any such thing. And anyway, I can't decide between number 5 and number 9.
So, as June gales rage outside, the washing machine heaves a huge sigh of relief, spits out the washing, and returns to its familiar place in front of the paparazzo's lens.
Also for MSH's a little OCD. Not that I'm obsessive and compulsive about negative space. Oh no. But because today saw me lining matches up with a ruler. And then wiggling them away from it. Artistic licence, innit.
*...counts to nine, washes her hands four times, and leaves the house, returning twice to check the door is locked....*
This is a fly-by (again). Back to catch up with you all later tonight.
Explore #134
207/365: Perfect match
17.6.09
Not that I believe there's any such thing. And anyway, I can't decide between number 5 and number 9.
So, as June gales rage outside, the washing machine heaves a huge sigh of relief, spits out the washing, and returns to its familiar place in front of the paparazzo's lens.
Also for MSH's a little OCD. Not that I'm obsessive and compulsive about negative space. Oh no. But because today saw me lining matches up with a ruler. And then wiggling them away from it. Artistic licence, innit.
*...counts to nine, washes her hands four times, and leaves the house, returning twice to check the door is locked....*
This is a fly-by (again). Back to catch up with you all later tonight.
Explore #134