The late December whirl.

{The busy gloriousness of late December, thanks to instagram.}

Christmas eve is tap, tap, taping at the shoulder, and the days of late have seemingly whizzed by. Outdoors. Sunlight. Feasting. Nattering. Lolling. Some in moderation. More often not. This is how these days have looked. This is how they’ll continue to look, this tail end of December, with jacaranda trees dropping splendid purple mess at their feet, and CD and record collections that wall to wall, floor to ceiling stretch. Paper decorations and Christmas lights, and lemon verbena leaves crushed in palm. Teacups in neat formation, waiting. December’s portrait could easily be drawn as a series of tables set. Curtains closed and blinds drawn to keep the house cool. Windows next day flung high to cool breeze catch. Merry, merry all, wherever December finds you.

+ Thank-you, Hila, for the beautiful gift handpainted by your Mum, Orna, and the link to our festive print. As promised, I look forward to showing you the work hung on the wall just as soon as the perfect spot is decided upon.

+ On display, a new zine of Louise and mine at Hand Held Gallery (which, in the brand new year, reopens on the 16th of January).